Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

As the music which filled the Great Hall ceased, Angelina opened her eyes to gaze into those of her date, a soft smile on her face.

It had been a wonderful evening for the young Chaser on the Quidditch team. She'd had an amazing time at the Yule Ball. The person who had asked her to join him for the event had given her such a magical night. Who'd have known that one of the Weasley twins - both of whom were known for their mischievous nature and love for jokes - could be such an amazing dance partner.

"Well, Angelina…" The redhead boy grinned as he swayed with the raven-haired girl with his arms wrapped around her. "Have you had a good time tonight? Did you make the right chose to go to this ball with me?"

Angelina's smiled softened as her eyes twinkled up at the boy.

"I sure did…" she answered. "Thank you for such an amazing night, George."

The boy's grin disappeared, his dance ceasing as pale face filled with shock over what his date had called him.

"I'm not George!" he burst out. "I'm Fred!"

"Oh!" Angelina exclaimed, realising her mistake. "Sorry, Fred! You know how you two are easy to mix up!"

"You mean to tell me that you've been dancing with me all evening," Fred burst out, "and you thought I was my brother?!"

"Well, yeah!" Angelina said sheepishly. "You're twins! You and George are impossible to tell apart!"

"Angelina, we're in the same Hogwarts House! We play on the same Quidditch team! You should be able to tell me and George apart by now!"

Having none of it, Fred turned and stormed off, preparing to leave the Great Hall - and his date behind.

"Hang on!" Angelina called after him. "Wait, don't be like this!"

"What do you expect!" Fred answered without stopping. "I ain't spending my evening with someone who can't tell me apart from my brother!"

"George, listen-"

"I'M NOT GEORGE! I'M FRED!"

"Sorry, Geor-I mean, Fred!"

"Can you believe it?! I spent that whole evening with Angelina, dancing the night away with her - and she thought I was you!"

Fre was sitting on the couch of the Gryffindor Common Room with George, venting away about what had happened with his date to his twin. Harry and Ron were listening in, feeling just as moody about how disastrously the Yule Ball had gone for them.

"I don't believe it!" George cried. "Angelina really thought all that time that she was dancing with me and not you?!"

"It's true! How could she possibly mistake you for me, George?!" Fred asked, frowning at his twin. "After all, I'm much better looking than you!"

"What?!" George hollered, sending an identical frown back to his brother. "No you're not, Fred! I'm the better looking one of the two of us!"

"No, I am!"

"I AM!"

"I AM!"

"Well, guys," Harry cut in, trying to prevent a heated argument between the pair. "I didn't have a great time at the Yule Ball either! I had to watch Cho dance with Cedric while I was stuck with Parvati - or was it Padma? Those twins are certainly impossible to tell apart!"

"Oh, Harry," Fred said sympathetically. "You poor thing!"

"Come sit with us and tell us all about it!" George patted the empty spot on the couch beside him. "We'll listen to your troubles!"

"Yeah, and you can listen to mine too!" Ron put in. "About how Hermione decided to dance with Krum over me-"

"SHUT UP, RON!" The twins exploded in chorus at their little brother. "WE DON'T CARE!"

Ron blinked, then glared and sulked bitterly. He was once again being overlooked in favour of the famous Harry Potter. By his own family of all people.

The end.