Chapter Three

Endless Talks

Fred had tried to sound as interested as possible when Oliver had explained his "genius" plan to him. He really tried to understand Oliver's undying love for Harry since Harry's second year. But all of it was just so *boring* and common that he couldn't help but zone out in the middle of one of his friend's explanations on Harry's "rock-hard" abs.

At one point he could have *sworn* that he almost barfed, but then was just brought back into the conversation by Oliver asking if he was paying attention.

"Oh. . .yeah-sure" was Fred's reply.

"So what do you recon I should do mate? Should I talk to him? You know, tell him how I feel?"

"Oh yeah, that would be great! And then you could do eachother's toe nails and talk some more about your feelings," said Fred sarcastically.

Oliver gave him a strange look, "Umm. . .o. . .k. . .well, what color do you think would best suit my toes?"

Fred slapped himself on the forehead. Was this kid seriously that stupid? "No you pathetic excuse of a human! I'm being sarcastic! Would you like to go and look that word up in the dictionary?!"

Oliver frowned, "Ok mate, calm down, I didn't understand what you meant."

Fred sighed, "Look Wood. . .Oliver, I'm sorry for being a serious asswipe, it's just that. . ."

Oliver got up and stood in front of his friend. "It's just that it's weird having a friend who fancies a guy?"

Fred laughed, "Yup that would be it."

Oliver paced around the room. He knew this would happen. He knew that Fred would get all scared now that he knew the *real* oliver.

"Well," began Oliver carefully, "I don't just fancy guys you know. I fancy girls too. It just happens that I never really. . .well. . .cared for anyone more than Harry."

Fred stared at his friend. Boy was he a freak. He got up and walked to the door. "Whatever. Look. I gotta go. It's getting late. We can continue our little 'plan' tomorrow after practice."

Before Oliver had a chance to reply, Fred walked out and left Oliver alone to think about the mess he had created.

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As the silver moon shone brightly in the midnight sky, Hogwarts was in silence. Everyone was in bed, wrapped in bedsheets to keep warm.

Everone except one teenager.

Fred stared at the bottom of his neighbors bunk. He had found out too much information he wished he hadn't learned. Everything was going fine until Oliver told him his "secret".

'Everything is so screwed now,' he thought.

As if it wasn't bad enough that he had found out about this, he now had to put up with endless talks of Harry and how Harry made Oliver get butterflies. God, it was sick just thinking about it.

'But why do I care so much?' he said as he scratched his head.

"I don't," he replied out loud. He looked around to make sure no one had heard him.

He finally decided he would be getting no sleep whatsoever and went for a walk out in the grounds. The next day would be Saturday and since there were no classes he figured he would just sleep in.

As he made his way through the moon-lit grass, he spotted a tall figure leaning on a tree and looking at the lake. He looked somewhat sad and Fred decided he'd go see who it was.

As he was approaching the figure, it turned around and Fred recognized who it was at once.

Oliver looked at him with no sentiment whatsoever visible from the distance. As Fred reached him, however, he could tell Oliver had been thinking about something. He knew just what that something was.

"Hey mate. What's wrong?" said Fred as he stopped directly in front of him.

Oliver sighed, "Nothing. Just thinking how I'm never gonna get Harry to fancy me."

Fred sighed, "Oh come on mate! Don't be like this. It's pathetic. Look, you've got me helping you so you'll get him in no time!"

Oliver's eyes slightly lit up as he looked up at Fred.

"You really think so?" he asked, afraid of Fred's reply.

"Sure," lied Fred, "no problem."



Oliver smiled at his friend and for that one moment, Fred could have sworn his stomach did a backflip.

Fred shook his head and looked away.

'What is this?' he thought, 'Was George really right?'

"So," said Oliver, breaking the silence, "Why did you come here?"

"Oh, yeah. I couldn't sleep. I decided to go for a walk," replied Fred, still looking at the ground.

"Same here," replied Oliver. "Do you wanna walk together? I could use a little distraction."

Fred looked up. He knew Oliver wasn't exaggerating. He agreed and the two set off across the ground onto the Quidditch field.