A.N.: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. The characters and such are property of J.K.R. the plot
is mine.
Fred and George were sitting in the common room, George smirking more than usual. Ron, Hermione,
and Harry walked through the door. Fred noticed that Harry was taking special care to stay behind
Ron and Hermione. From the little he could see, Harry's cheeks were deep scarlet.
"Fred, I thought about it and I would like to go to the ball with you,"Hermione said. Fred
realized he was staring at Harry. He smiled a little and looked at Hermione.
"It'll be great fun. We can spend the whole night making fun of people and snogging,"he said
and laughed. So did everyone else.
"Fred, I want to talk to you,"Ron said and gave a conspiratorial look to Hermione. Fred got up
and followe Ron into the boys dorm. Harry and Hermione sat and talked to George. Hermione looked
perfectly at ease, but Geroge noticed Harry kept fidgeting and looking to where Ron and Fred had
dissapeared to a few moments earlier. George knew something was up.
Fred sat on the windowsill of the large room. Ron sat on his bed.
"Well? What did you want to talk about?" Fred asked impatiently.
"I have to ask you something. Have you ever thought of a guy as more then a friend?"Ron asked
hurriedly.
"Why?" Fred asked immediatley. His eyes narrowed as he concentrated on Ron.
"Because......I am?" Ron more asked then said. Fred looked skeptical.
"Why ask me?"Fred demanded.
"Because you're more serious then George," Ron answered as it were common knowledge.
"You've been reading my journal?"he asked Ron, accusation practically dripping from his eyes,
and a tinge of surprise in his voice.Ron was confused.
"No! No! I just wanted to know," Ron said hastily.
"Well, I have,okay. Yes, I have," Fred said before storming from the room.Ron was feeling
so many mixed emotions the only thing he could do was sit for a moment. One half of him was
happy. Harry's chances just jumped through the roof. He was also curious. Who had he thought
of like that? And why had he gotten so upset? Was it because he thought he had been snooping
around in his things? No, it couldn't have been that. Had the guy he fancied rejected him?
He had no idea what to do. Luckily, harry came through the door about then.
"What happened? Fred came running through the common room, crying. George and Hermione went
after him,"Harry filled him in. He looked at Ron and he could see the concern in his eyes, for
Fred. It really hit him that Harry wanted a relationship with Fred. An actual relationship.
"Well, I asked him and he got defensive. Accused me of reading his journal. Then he admitted
he had and ran out. Harry, this is good and bad. He wouldn't rule out the idea of a boyfriend but
he was very agitated by it,"Ron said..
"Who do you think he liked? Do you think he still likes them?" Harry fired questions at Ron.
Harry felt the same kaleidoscope of emotions as Ron, with jealousy and longing mixed in.
"I don't know. Maybe we should read Fred's journal while he's gone," Ron suggested.
"Maybe not," Harry said. But he was considering it. He shook his head as if to rid himself
of these thoughts."I think we should go wait in the common room for them." Even as he spoke, Harry's
mind was producing images of Fred holding Harry's head to his chest, with their arms wrapped around
each other.
Ron agreed. They went downstairs and waited and waited. An hour later, Hermione and George
walked through the portrait hole.
"What happened?" Ron said, hopping up from the couch.
"Well, it's pouring outside. We found him underneath a tree, crying. We took him to Madam
Pomfrey. She said he just had a cold and would be better in the morning. He wouldn't tell us what
happened. I'm going to bed," George said. He looked tired and pulled himself up the stairs to the
dorms. When he was gone, the trio sat down in the corner where the rest of the students couldn't
hear them.
"What happened?"Hermione asked. Ron told the whole story again, this time in more detail.
Harry felt even guiltier then he had and like he was drowning in shame. What right do I have to
make Fred feel bad? he asked himself.
"It doesn't make any sense. What could possibly make him so upset?" Hermione asked.
They all just stared at each other, not knowing how to answer.
is mine.
Fred and George were sitting in the common room, George smirking more than usual. Ron, Hermione,
and Harry walked through the door. Fred noticed that Harry was taking special care to stay behind
Ron and Hermione. From the little he could see, Harry's cheeks were deep scarlet.
"Fred, I thought about it and I would like to go to the ball with you,"Hermione said. Fred
realized he was staring at Harry. He smiled a little and looked at Hermione.
"It'll be great fun. We can spend the whole night making fun of people and snogging,"he said
and laughed. So did everyone else.
"Fred, I want to talk to you,"Ron said and gave a conspiratorial look to Hermione. Fred got up
and followe Ron into the boys dorm. Harry and Hermione sat and talked to George. Hermione looked
perfectly at ease, but Geroge noticed Harry kept fidgeting and looking to where Ron and Fred had
dissapeared to a few moments earlier. George knew something was up.
Fred sat on the windowsill of the large room. Ron sat on his bed.
"Well? What did you want to talk about?" Fred asked impatiently.
"I have to ask you something. Have you ever thought of a guy as more then a friend?"Ron asked
hurriedly.
"Why?" Fred asked immediatley. His eyes narrowed as he concentrated on Ron.
"Because......I am?" Ron more asked then said. Fred looked skeptical.
"Why ask me?"Fred demanded.
"Because you're more serious then George," Ron answered as it were common knowledge.
"You've been reading my journal?"he asked Ron, accusation practically dripping from his eyes,
and a tinge of surprise in his voice.Ron was confused.
"No! No! I just wanted to know," Ron said hastily.
"Well, I have,okay. Yes, I have," Fred said before storming from the room.Ron was feeling
so many mixed emotions the only thing he could do was sit for a moment. One half of him was
happy. Harry's chances just jumped through the roof. He was also curious. Who had he thought
of like that? And why had he gotten so upset? Was it because he thought he had been snooping
around in his things? No, it couldn't have been that. Had the guy he fancied rejected him?
He had no idea what to do. Luckily, harry came through the door about then.
"What happened? Fred came running through the common room, crying. George and Hermione went
after him,"Harry filled him in. He looked at Ron and he could see the concern in his eyes, for
Fred. It really hit him that Harry wanted a relationship with Fred. An actual relationship.
"Well, I asked him and he got defensive. Accused me of reading his journal. Then he admitted
he had and ran out. Harry, this is good and bad. He wouldn't rule out the idea of a boyfriend but
he was very agitated by it,"Ron said..
"Who do you think he liked? Do you think he still likes them?" Harry fired questions at Ron.
Harry felt the same kaleidoscope of emotions as Ron, with jealousy and longing mixed in.
"I don't know. Maybe we should read Fred's journal while he's gone," Ron suggested.
"Maybe not," Harry said. But he was considering it. He shook his head as if to rid himself
of these thoughts."I think we should go wait in the common room for them." Even as he spoke, Harry's
mind was producing images of Fred holding Harry's head to his chest, with their arms wrapped around
each other.
Ron agreed. They went downstairs and waited and waited. An hour later, Hermione and George
walked through the portrait hole.
"What happened?" Ron said, hopping up from the couch.
"Well, it's pouring outside. We found him underneath a tree, crying. We took him to Madam
Pomfrey. She said he just had a cold and would be better in the morning. He wouldn't tell us what
happened. I'm going to bed," George said. He looked tired and pulled himself up the stairs to the
dorms. When he was gone, the trio sat down in the corner where the rest of the students couldn't
hear them.
"What happened?"Hermione asked. Ron told the whole story again, this time in more detail.
Harry felt even guiltier then he had and like he was drowning in shame. What right do I have to
make Fred feel bad? he asked himself.
"It doesn't make any sense. What could possibly make him so upset?" Hermione asked.
They all just stared at each other, not knowing how to answer.
