A/N- So, here's chapter 25. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I mean, Its not bad, but I dunno if its good. Anyway, whatever. XD Here ya go!
Chapter 25- Some Bloke Named Finnick
Day two of Fred not talking. I thought briefly about giving him the silent treatment for not kissing me the night before, but immediately decided against it; there had to be some communication between us. I didn't want a repeat of the two-weeks-of-not-talking thing. Speaking of which, Jilani asked me that morning what was wrong with Fred. News travels fast, apparently. I blame Ron. I told Jilani I wasn't sure why Fred wasn't talking, and quickly walked away before he could ask me anything else. Or shove his hand down my pants.
At breakfast and lunch, I made sure to pester Hermione about her absence yesterday from dinner. I can see where Ginny and Draco were coming from in thinking she was just studying, but she was never embarrassed about her frequent study habits before, why would she be now?
Non-verbal spells were continued. We passed basics and went on to other necessary charms. Fred flew through, getting almost all of them on the first try. I don't know if maybe he was doing so well because he had no temptation to whisper the incantations aloud, or if some magical force had enhanced his abilities, but if this continued, he would rapidly be earning the title of the best in the class, which disappointed me. It was one thing to be academically good, but to be academically the best… that was no place for a Weasley twin. We had a reputation to uphold after all, even though most probably didn't care anymore.
In other news, Hermione was absent from dinner. Again.
"I think it's high time Fred and I began our investigation ," I commented at the table. Fred nodded in agreement.
"Guys, I don't see why you can't just leave her alone," Ginny sighed.
"Hey now, sis, do you know something we don't?" I asked teasingly. "This wouldn't be the first time…"
"N, I don't, but if you're right and she is hiding something, she probably has a good reason," Ginny told us.
"Sorry Gin, but I'm with Fred and George on this one," Ron commented.
"You would be," Ginny snorted. "You're dying to know what she's up to, you're in love with her."
"What? No I'm not! That's ridiculous!"
"You're an awful liar. Everyone in this room knows you undress her in your mind every time you see her," Ginny smirked. As if helping prove her point, everyone in earshot nodded, and Ron's ears turned so red I'm pretty sure the temperature in the room rose a few degrees.
"Hey, Harry, can we borrow the map?" I asked. "In case Hermione isn't really in the library."
"Yeah, it's in my trunk," Harry said.
"Wicked. Let's go!" I nudged Fred with my elbow. Fred and I exited the Great Hall and went straight to the common room and up to Harry's dorm. "How do we know which trunk is his?" I asked, looking around at all the clutter. He shrugged and we began looking at all the trunks. Fred found it quickly and snapped to get my attention. He pointed to the "H.P" carved into the side of the trunk. I gave him a thumb up and he opened it. He began rifling through it and I joined him, seeing the golden egg inside. "We'll have to ask Harry about his bath with the egg later," I reminded Fred. He nodded, smirking, before pulling out the map. He opened it up and I tapped it with my wand. "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
After a moment of scanning the map, we discovered that Hermione was, in fact, in the library, and she was accompanied by two other people. One of them was Viktor Krum, and the other was someone named Finnick. I looked at Fred, grinning. Next stop: Hermione.
When we got to the library, we stepped lightly and made as little noise as possible. We heard hushed voices near the back so we moved along the bookshelves to where they were. If we got down on our knees, we could see through the slight gap in the bookshelves and clearly see the three of them. That Finnick guy was obviously a Durmstrang boy. All three of them were whispering, but I could sort of make out what they were saying. Hermione was flirting it up with Viktor, but he would always take her compliments and try to relate them to Finnick.
"Krum is trying to set Hermione on to Finnick!" I whispered to Fred. He smirked and gave me a look that said "Sucks for Hermione, but good ammo for us". I nodded. "Too true."
"You were great in the first task… I'm sure you'll do fantastic in the second task," Hermione said to Krum, grinning like an idiot.
"I don't know about… the dragon nearly killed me. Finnick here has done many more dangerous things. He vould have taken that dragon easy," Krum said, motioning to Finnick, who was trying to look modest.
Finn was actually a fairly good looking bloke, for a Bulgarian. His hair was so short it was nearly shaved, but you could tell it was dark brown. He had dark eyes and a slim frame, and he was fairly tall. He and Hermione would actually look good standing next to each other.
Despite Krum's attempts to push Hermione onto Finnick, she wasn't biting. She only had googly eyes for Krum. I snickered and motioned for Fred to follow me out of the library. Once we were a safe distance away from the library, I burst into laughter.
"Merlin, it's like he's trying to get rid of her!" I said through gasps of laughter. Fred was bursting at the seams, both hands pressed over his mouth to keep the laughter inside. "I can't wait to tell the others…" I said mostly to myself. Fred nodded and we wandered back to the Great Hall to tell about what we had seen, and more importantly, eat.
"Mission accomplished," I said, and sat down with Fred in our original spot. We filled our plates as we conversed.
"So were Draco and I right?" Ginny asked, looking quite confident.
"No," I told her bluntly. "You actually couldn't have been more wrong," I added, just to piss her off. She squinted her eyes at me, and returned to her corn. "She has been in the library, but not studying. She's been with one Viktor Krum, and some bloke named Finnick."
"Who the bloody hell is Finnick, and why has Hermione been with him so much?" Ron asked angrily. I took that to be a rhetorical question.
"Now, now Ronnie," I tsked. "It wasn't just Finnick… It was also Krum." This only made him madder.
"What were they doing?" he practically shouted.
"Having a threesome," I said seriously. "It was pretty hot. All three of them, stark naked, getting it on in the restricted section."
Ron turned pale white. "I-is that true?" he asked Fred. Fred nodded, looking very sympathetic.
"Why the hell are you trusting his answer?" I asked, cracking up.
"Is it true or not?" Ron demanded.
"Would I lie to you, little brother?"I asked, eyes wide, hand over my heart. Ron glared at me, his eye twitching. "Good point. No, they were not having a sexy threesome. They were just sitting around. Hermione was flirting madly with Krum, and he was trying to turn her onto that Finnick bloke," I told him honestly. Ron took a breath of relief, but still looked disappointed.
"What's he look like?" he inquired.
"Oh, he's pretty good looking. Long, tan, and handsome, if you will." Ron groaned and dropped his head onto the table. Fred patted the back of his head.
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Enter day three of Fred not talking, and he's not showing any signs of letting up. Hmmm… Maybe he would make it past the end of the week.
I sat down across from Hermione in the morning. I didn't say a word, I just grinned. She tried to ignore me for a while, but finally she slammed down her fork and looked at me. I am quite hard to ignore, after all. It's my devastatingly good looks, I'm sure of it.
"What do you want, George?" she asked irritably.
"Nothing," I said, still grinning. She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest, staring at me. I just grinned bigger.
"Ugh!" She jumped up, grabbed her books and bag, and stormed away. I laughed.
"Oh, Merlin, I love making her mad," I stated happily. Fred high-fived me. I was eager for the day he started talking again, so that I could see him walk up to Hermione and say everything he would have said to her before.
Speaking of Fred… Merlin, he looked really good today. His skin was paler than usual, but it was a good pale; it made it look like he was glowing. His hair was half in his face, covering his sparkly hazel eyes. His sweater was in a ball at his side and he had opted not to wear robes today, so he was in just a shirt and tie, which I found to be very sexy. He was grinning as he listened to Seamus talking about something. He has such a beautiful smile. I smiled into my spoon, but it wasn't the same. Maybe that's just because I know I'm not him. All he needed to do now was talk; the voice would complete him. I sighed.
It was only the third day of his silence, but everyone seemed to be already used to it. Beyond that, they seemed unconcerned. I wasn't showing it, but it really worried me. I still wanted to know why exactly he wasn't talking, but I knew I'd have to wait until he stared again to find out.
"…didn't take it. She told me, 'because I'm Irish' is no excuse." A snippet of Seamus' story found its way into my ears, and I laughed along with everyone else.
When Seamus finished his story, leaving everyone buzzing and laughing, I turned to Harry.
"I forgot to ask… How was that bath with the egg?" I asked.
Harry smiled a little. "I made some progress. When I opened it under water, it played a song. I think it was the merpeople in the Black Lake."
"There are merpeople in the Black Lake?" I asked, perplexed.
"Yeah. But anyway, I'm still not quite sure what the song means, but I've still got about a week until the second task, so I've got time to figure it out."
"Do Ron and Hermione know?" I whispered, since Ron was near.
"Ron does, but not Hermione," Harry replied in normal tone.
"Understandable," I said, and nodded. I began pulling a jug of milk toward myself to pour some, but I quickly let go of it when someone grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. I was yanked completely off the bench and my head hit the ground hard. I gasped and cradled my head, eyes shut in pain. The mystery person had done the same to Fred and I heard several people gasp our names. I heard something bump the table, and opened my eyes in time to see Fred hit the ground, and the milk jug crash to the ground, missing his head by inches. Fear flashed across his eyes. The milk splashed out and soaked Fred's left side and my right sleeve. Fred pushed himself up, slipping a little, and held put a hand to help me up. I accepted, and he pulled me up. The sudden movement made me light headed, and my head throbbed. I closed my eyes for a minute. When I opened them, I was looking at Fred's shirt. The wet side clung to him and I could see his skin through it. I would be lying if I told you I didn't get hard, I mean it was like a straight guy's wet tee-shirt contest fantasy for me.
"Oh my God, Fred, George, are you ok?" Ginny asked. Her hands were clapped over her mouth in shock. My hand still covered the throbbing part of my head where a bump was rapidly forming.
"I'm so damn sick of this," I muttered.
A/N- So there it is. I hope you liked it, and are proud of me for updating faster! XD It's a bit short, but I think it came out ok. Review please!