"Hiiiyeee," Fred's voice cracked. He could have died right then.

Gemma gave a nervous giggle, and replied, "Well aren't you going to see down?"

Fred's ears burned red, "Uhhh." He paused to think of an excuse, "I just came down here to see if I left my book down here. Nope. I see I didn't. Goodnight." And with that, he rushed back up to bed, leaving a very confused Gemma in his wake.

***

Fred could have kicked himself. He flopped, facedown, onto his bed. Would he EVER be able to talk to a pretty girl without something major going wrong?

Just then, a loud snore interrupted his thoughts. He looked over at his twin, sleeping in the bed next to his, about to roll his eyes, when a thought struck him. What if I asked George to help me? Yeah, he'd be able to teach me to be smooth!

He gazed over at his sleeping twin, and decided it would be best to wait for the morning to ask his brother for advice. George was about as pleasant as Sirius's mum when he was woken up.

***

The mid-October Saturday dawned bright and clear. While Fred was waking for George to show any signs of life, he decided to take to the showers.

He was in quite a jolly mood, whistling as he strode out the door of the boy's dormitories. He waltzed down the stairs, and turned a corner, running smack dab into to -who else but- Gemma. Fred took a step backwards and tripped over himself, falling to the floor.

He scrambled to stand up, but Gemma quickly held out her hand and helped him to his feet.

He laughed nervously, and said, "Sorry, my fault entirleeeey!" He said, his voice squeaking once more. He felt his face grow flush, expecting Gemma to laugh, or yell at him for being a klutz.

But instead, she giggled, and with a smile she said, "No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." She trailed off, for George had just rounded the corner.

"Beautiful day for Quidditch, isn't it?" He asked, grinning at Gemma.

"Oh, yes, lovely."

"Fancy some flying later?" George asked her with a wink.

"That would be magnificent," she gushed. "I haven't been on a broom in ages!"

"How about we meet on the pitch after breakfast?" George leaned in closer to Gemma, "You too, Fred." He added quickly.

Fred blushed, and mumbled something about having to go take a shower.

As he stepped into the hot shower, the steam seemed to clear his mind a little.

Finally, a chance to impress Gemma, he thought. Finally, the chance has come to prove that I am worthy of being a twin to George Weasley.

Fred was too busy in his thoughts to notice the bathroom door slowly opening, and someone entering the shower stall next to his. He didn't even notice the water being turne on, because he was too busy thinking about Gemma.

***

(A/n: Steamy shower scene? You wish. You'll see though. XD )