A few nights later, after dinner, Deena retreated to the Gryffindor common room with her good friends, Fred and George Weasley. For the second night in a row, Oliver was practicing Quidditch with the team's new seeker. The rumor about Harry Potter had spread like forest fire, just as Oliver had predicted, and it seemed to be the topic of most conversations buzzing around the room.

The Weasley's, however, were interested in other things. "So, do you suppose that Angelina's still mad about that... incident?" Fred asked plopping on a chair with a bag of Every Flavor Beans.

"You mean setting deformed frogs loose in her bed? Oh no, I'm sure she's over that," Deena replied with a smirk, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, sure she is," George assured his twin, "I think she fancies you, you know."

Fred grinned; Deena groaned and rolled her eyes. "You two gossip like a group of first year girls."

"Hey, when you were a first year, you appreciated that!"

"Okay, okay..."

Fred handed Deena a bean, and Deena, knowing better than too accept any candy from a Weasley, just held it in her hand absently juggling it around.

"You could use some gossip, you know," George said, "We're third years, we should be dating by now."

"Yeah," Fred agreed, "We pile you with loads of information about our love lives, but we never hear anything about you. There must be someone you've got your eye on."

"No, not really," Deena admitted, heat rising to her face. She desperately tried to think of anyone, but no Hogwarts boys had ever caught her eye.

"I know," George said, his eyes lighting up.

"Oh no," Deena said, " I know that look..."

George exchanged glances with his twin, they seemed to read eachothers mind because Fred instantly copied his brother's smile proclaimed. "Oliver Wood."

Deena vigorously shook her head.

"Oh come off it!" George exclaimed, "It must be!"

"Deena continued staring at them, smiling in shock. "I don't know how you could have possibly gotten that idea!"

"Do you remember last year when Oliver got caught in your room?" George began.

"You don't expect us to think that you two weren't..." Fred trailed off.

"No! I remember, he had come up to tell me something fantastic about Katie Bell." Deena paused and thought. "Or maybe that time he came to explain about Huff-" she was cut off.

"That time?!"

"There was more than one time?!"

"Deena flushed. "Well... yeah, there was. But you know Oliver - all he ever wants to talk about is Quidditch. And also he's one of my closest friends, so..." Deena helplessly looked from on twin to the other. This was a battle she was not going to win.

"Honestly, Dee, you've never once thought of Oliver as more than just a Quidditch buddy?" George pushed.

"Well, of course. Like, I said, he really is my best friend."

"Come on..." The redheads were not backing down.

"Okay!" Deena blurted, "But I mean, I was just a first year... and- and this big popular third year wanted to be my friend and, well, he is cute, not to mention he was the keeper of the Quidditch team. Naturally I had a little crush on him..."

"'Atta girl," George smiled. The twins were up to something.

"What?" Deena stared intently at the identical faces. "What? Are you going to go run and tell him that I had a little school girl crush on him 2 years a go?" Deena desperately tried to sound nonchalant but, more or less, failed miserably.

"Of course not," Fred said.

"But just as we won't betray your trust-"

"-We won't betray Oliver's either." Fred winked and George grinned.

"What?!" Deena cried, "No! You can't do this to me. Guys come on..." she stared hopelessly at the retreating backs of her two friends. Not even thing about what she was doing, Deena sunk back into the chair and popped the Every Flavor Bean she'd been holding into her mouth and grimaced. Liverwurst.

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