And it didn't.
"Of course a slimy man like that would back out when he loses," Fred muttered angrily.
"Make sure your mother never hears of this," Arthur patted him on the back, "Not only will she be furious you've been gambling, but she'll go absolutely mad if she finds out you lost."
"But we didn't lose, Dad!" George indignantly shouted.
"Yeah, he backed out when he realized he lost. Stupid Bulgarian fans."
The two glanced over at harry, "Not you, Harry. Of course."
"Right," he replied, suspicious.
"Well, I suppose you boys could use an early night's rest to cool off," Arthur suggested, holding open the tent for everyone to file in.
"Sure," the two retorted sarcastically.
Fred and George walked back to the bunk beds and closed the curtains behind them, angrily mumbling the entire time.
"Hey," Ginny whispered, crouching next to the couch where I was sitting. "Shouldn't you go talk to them?"
"I doubt I'll be able to do much better than a twin brother," I sheepishly responded, clasping my hands together nervously.
"Still," she tilted her head, "It couldn't hurt, right?"
And, well, she was sort of right.
"I just don't understand how he could be in the Ministry and be so crooked," George fumed.
"Oh, I can believe it," Fred muttered, his leg fidgeting up and down.
"Well, now you know not to make bets with him."
The two of them sent me a deadpanned look, "Right, thanks," they chimed in unison.
"I'm gonna go talk a walk, maybe tell Cedric if I head over that way." George stood and stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground like his owl'd flown into it, and left the bunk area.
A familiar sinking feeling settled in my stomach and my eyes slid over to Fred, who already had his eyes trained on me. His leg still bounced up and down, shaking the mattress slightly as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees.
"Fred..." I trailed off threateningly, about as much of a warning as a fluffy rabbit could probably give off, though.
"Thomas," Fred spoke lowly, giving a bit of a smirk. He knew exactly what he did to me when he said my first name like that.
"Don't do that," I whispered, shying away as I felt him move closer.
"Do what?" He asked, playing dumb as usual.
"Stop teasing me." I bit my lip as I felt his hand grip my waist and his lips brush against my neck.
"Sorry," he said softly. I knew he wasn't apologizing for teasing as I felt his hand in between my thighs.
"I know I say this a lot, but-"
"We shouldn't do this here, I know," he mumbled, cutting me off. Fred let out a sigh, dropping his forehead to rest against my shoulder.
"You're just looking for a distraction because you're mad," I said gently, reaching up to pat him on the chest.
"What's so bad about that?" Fred mumbled, sitting up to look me in the eyes.
I swallowed against the nervousness that built up in my throat as I noticed that mischevious glint glowing in the darkness of the room.
"After all, a little cutie like you in my bed is the best distraction. I'm pretty sure I've said that, haven't I?"
His words barely registered in my mind as I felt him pulling my legs and leaving me to fall back on the mattress. My eyes widened as I looked up at him hovering over me, pinning my thighs against his. His body heat radiated off of him and made my stomach do somersaults as I watched his eyes glance down to my lips.
"You can't just solve all of your emotional problems with sex," I whispered out exasperatedly.
"And why's that?" He responded cheekily, leaning down to give me a quick peck on the lips.
"Do you really see no-" I clamped my hand over my mouth as I felt his fingers brush against my stomach, dangerously close to my waistband.
"Hm?" He hummed, eyes laser focused on the colored lights from outside shining on my skin.
"George could be back at any moment," I hissed, grasping his wrists to try and stop him.
"His walks are long, trust me," he mumbled.
"Fred, I really think we should just lie down," my voice trembled as I spoke, and I'm sure my hands were shaking too. "Please."
He glanced up at me, his hands faltering over the button of my trousers. At the mention of that one word, his body slumped over, and defeat seemed to wash over him.
"Yeah, maybe just a lie down," Fred mumbled, collapsing on top of me.
"Ugh," I grunted, feeling his weight crush my ribs.
"Mm, this does feel quite nice," he teased, propping himself up to look at me.
I pursed my lips and tried to look as displeased as possible.
"Fred, I'm tired."
"Thomas," he sighed in return, "I'm upset."
"I know," I whispered, brushing his hair back from his forehead and then watching it fall back down.
"I wanted to tell the Ministry about Bagman's gambling, but George told me it wasn't a wise idea."
"For once I agree with him," I murmured, throwing my arms around him and closing my eyes.
This entire trip it felt like I'd wasted away my time sleeping, but after the thrill of the game I had little energy left. All I wanted to do was sleep in this little bunk bed with Fred's body heat curled around me as we shared the tiny blanket.
"Pull up the cover, I want to sleep," I mumbled, feeling Fred get off me. I rolled over onto my side and felt the softness of linen and Fred pressed up against my back.
Dare I say, that might be some of the best sleep I've ever gotten. I must've been dog-tired when we fell asleep because my eyes were crusted over when George shook us awake.
"What is it?" I groggily asked, wiping my eyes.
"I don't know, Dad says to grab a jumper and get your shoes on," he said hurriedly, snapping me into action.
"What?" Fred asked, also sitting up immediately and tossing the blanket to the side.
"Boys," Arthur came up to the doorway to the bunk area, "Get outside quickly, now!"
We all stood up in our pajamas, jackets haphazardly thrown over our sweaters. The other kids were all already outside, looking just as terrified as I felt as my eyes scanned over the wreckage of the campground.
Tents had been set ablaze and everyone was running and screaming in all directions. People dressed in all black with dark masks covering their faces walked in a pack shooting out spells and laughing at the distress. The red clashing with the blue of the night sky sent me reeling, and I almost couldn't process what I was seeing.
"Merlin," I breathed out, immediately trying to disappear into Fred's back.
"Go into the forest," Arthur looked pale as a sheet, "Take the children and go into the forest, now."
The three of us didn't have to be told twice, we rounded up Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron and followed a large group of people fleeing into the forest. The twins and I were dead silent whilst the four younger ones were quietly whispering about what could be going on, but just looking at Fred and George made me realize this was even more deadly serious than I thought it had been.
"I've heard Dad talk about people like that before," George mumbled, leaning in. "He said they served You-Know-Who before he disappeared."
"Why are they back?" I asked, a horrible feeling settling in my stomach as we all silently agreed on the most likely answer.
"Where's the others?" Fred nervously mumbled, taking quick, frantic glances around us.
"Oh no," I spoke worriedly, "They must've gotten separated."
"We need to find them, now." George took off further into the forest, and Fred and I cast our lumos behind him as we also ran after him.
"Stop, stop," I cried out after ten minutes of running around and calling out their names, "We should go back to the clearing and see if they went there. They're too smart to go this far into the forest."
"Alright, good idea," George mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek.
We stumbled our way through the darkening brush, the sounds of the campground could be heard nearby.
"Who's there?" We heard Harry's voice call out suspiciously.
"Harry! It's-" Fred called out, cut off by an interrupting shout.
"Mosmordre," a voice deeper than Harry's cast, a green mist collecting in the sky. It sparkled and cast an eerie glow over the clearing as we neared the edge of the treeline, the unmistakable mark of the cult dedicated to You-Know-Who.
"Merlin's beard," I gasped out, watching as the skull's jaw unhinged and let out a slithering snake that crawled through the night sky.
"Stupefy!" A crowd of wizards called out from in front of us, and I heard Harry shout to get down.
I was never very good at dodging, though.