I was thinking of the bet Fred and George make in the Order of the Phoenix movie and wanted to do something similar to that. So that's where this bet stems from.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The bolded text taken out of 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' is J.K Rowling's and therefore does not belong to me.


Fred and George Weasley, 6th Year (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire)


Fred and George Weasley had made it back to the Gryffindor Common Room shortly after midnight on the night of the Yule Ball. Both Angelina and Katie, their respective ball dates, had gone ahead and were presumably up in the girls' dorms. Fred and George were about to head up to bed themselves when they heard a shout from behind them.

"Who I go to the ball with has absolutely nothing to do with you, Ron!"

Smirking, the twins turned around to see their youngest brother glaring at his friend, Hermione Granger. They'd suspected Ron might have had some more than platonic feelings for his friend for a while now, but hadn't said anything. It was always more fun to watch Ron screw up.

"Of course it does!" Ron snarled.

"How?" Hermione shouted, her voice rising in both pitch and volume as she rounded on Ron.

"You can't go to the ball with the competition." Ron yelled back.

"He's not the 'competition', Ron, he-"

"He's against Harry, isn't he? He's from Durmstrang, Hermione. He's playing you." Ron snapped.

More and more people were watching the two fourth years fight now, they had stopped on the edges of the battlefield, watching the two friends who had stopped in the middle of the common room. Gasps escaped open mouths, sniggers evaded lips and snorts flee from surrounding noses.

"He's what?" Hermione shrieked.

"A sickle on Hermione." Fred muttered.

"Deal." George replied.

"Just because he's from another school does not mean that he's playing me." Hermione yelled, her face a blotchy red. "I don't know why you even care."

"Because you're my friend! I don't want some bloke coming in and hurting you!" Ron shouted.

"So you're trying to protect me?" Hermione shouted incredulously.

"Of course I am!" Ron retorted.

"Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" yelled Hermione; her hair was coming down out of its elegant bun now, and her face was screwed up in anger.

"Oh yeah?" Ron yelled back. "What's that?"

"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"

Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed up the girls' staircase to bed.

George groaned as he handed a sickle to his brother.

"He could have come up with something!" He said miserably. "Surely he's not that stupid."

"This is Ron we're talking about." Fred reminded him, pocketing the sickle. "Of course he's that stupid."

"Yes, well, he should have thought of me and my sickles before he went started losing me bets!" George said as they climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitories. "I always thought I could count on my brothers, and look at that, I can't."

"You'll get over it." Fred grinned, to which his twin smiled back.


Author's note: Ok, that was really short. I hope you enjoyed it regardless. And I hope you enjoyed Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 which I have now seen twice and absolutely adored it. Neville Longbottom is just a complete BAMF.

Thanks for all your reviews. Sorry about the late replies on a lot of them. I'm really bad at stuff like that.

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