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Chapter 6
Project Mrs. Wood
Fred and George were sitting in the Common Room, their heads bent together as they whispered conspiratorially. Fred was talking. "So, if Wood has a girlfriend, then we won't have to practice so much."
"Good idea. Now let's see, who can we set him up with? Oy, Ange- Ow. What was that for?"
"Nothing."
George got a grin on his face. "Do you like her?"
"No I don't. Oy, Angelina get over here."
Angelina looked up and came over. "What?" She sounded very angry.
"We have a proposition for you." George stated.
"Oh, and what's that?"
"How about going on a blind date?" Fred said.
"What?"
"Just hear us out. He's strong, pretty cute-well, not as cute as us."
Angelina rolled her eyes. "He plays Quidditch, very dedicated in what he loves."
"No."
"Come on, you don't even know who we're going to say."
"Yes I do, and I am not going out with Oliver."
"How do you know it was Oliver? We could have meant Harry."
Harry turned around. "What?"
"Nothing."
"And Harry's too young. Look, it's still no. Now maybe if it was someone else, maybe."
"Like who?" Fred asked.
"Like I would ever tell you. Please." She rolled her eyes again.
"Come on Angelina, you two would be very cute together." George said.
"No. Oh, and Fred, don't ever call me like that again." She smiled. "NO." Then she walked off.
"Fred, you should've gotten her when she was in a better mood."
"Me? It was you who wanted to call her in the first place."
"Come on. Hello, Alicia, don't pass us by."
"What do you want?"
"Come, come, do you really think that we want to talk to you because of what we want?" Fred said.
"Yes, please, this is for you. It's all about you," George added.
"What is it?"
"Becoming a half of a whole with someone who is dedicated, cute-not as cute as we are." Alicia rolled her eyes. "He gets good marks, he's older than you. He loves Quidditch-"
"I'm not going to go out with Oliver, sorry, get someone else."
"What's wrong with Oliver?"
"Nothing, it's just not for me."
"Give it a chance."
"No, leave me alone." She walked off.
Fred and George sighed. "Hey, Katie, come here."
"No, guys, I am not going out with Oliver!"
Fred and George looked at each other. "How did she know?" Fred asked.
"They probably told her," George said. The twins sat back, scanning the Common Room. "Hm, who should we try next?"
"Hermione!"
Hermione slowly came over to the twins. "What do you want?" she said.
"We have a very excellent proposition for you," they said together.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "And just what would that be?"
Fred grinned. "How would you like to meet a very studious, strapping, good-looking fellow? He's dedicated, a great conversationalist, and single."
Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Who?"
Fred's grin widened. "Well, how about we set up a nice little blind date for you two?"
"So I don't know him?"
"Well . . . it would be a blind date," George said.
"What do you mean?"
"He wouldn't see you. At least not if it was for, say, tonight."
"What?"
George snorted, and Fred resisted the urge to glance back. "Well, what do you say? He's a really great guy. You'll never meet anyone else like him," Fred said.
"As long as it isn't one of you two."
"Hey! There are two of us, you know, and he's an individual. Unique," George said.
"Yeah. Besides, we know how hard it would be for you to choose between us," Fred added. He swallowed a laugh; he could practically hear Ron steaming behind him.
"Well . . . "
"NO!"
Fred and George both jumped. Hermione stared, wide-eyed, at Ron, who was standing over his brothers. "Hermione, don't trust them. You can never trust them!"
"Oh, ickle Ronniekins, are you worried about your gir-"
"Shut up, George."
The three Chasers looked over at the group. Angelina frowned. "Fred, are you trying to set Hermione up with Oliver?!"
Hermione turned to the twins, her face expressionless. Her eyes narrowed and glinted dangerously. "Well, George, I think we'd better be going now."
"Yes, quite so. I think we were going to go to the library?"
"Yes, we were." The twins stood up and started towards the door. They could hear the girls and Ron following them. "Run for it," Fred hissed. They bolted out of the portrait hole.
Jusea opened the door and peeked inside the infirmary. Everything was quiet, and the only light was from the moonbeams streaming in the windows. She creeped in, shutting the door behind her, and walked over to the one occupied cot. Oliver lay there, motionless, except for the rise and fall of his chest. She pulled up a chair beside his cot and sat down. He was so cute asleep, completely unworried. Not that she had ever seen him worried. She brushed his hair off of his forehead, and her hand went to his. She gently held it. "I'm sorry, Oliver."
Chapter 6
Project Mrs. Wood
Fred and George were sitting in the Common Room, their heads bent together as they whispered conspiratorially. Fred was talking. "So, if Wood has a girlfriend, then we won't have to practice so much."
"Good idea. Now let's see, who can we set him up with? Oy, Ange- Ow. What was that for?"
"Nothing."
George got a grin on his face. "Do you like her?"
"No I don't. Oy, Angelina get over here."
Angelina looked up and came over. "What?" She sounded very angry.
"We have a proposition for you." George stated.
"Oh, and what's that?"
"How about going on a blind date?" Fred said.
"What?"
"Just hear us out. He's strong, pretty cute-well, not as cute as us."
Angelina rolled her eyes. "He plays Quidditch, very dedicated in what he loves."
"No."
"Come on, you don't even know who we're going to say."
"Yes I do, and I am not going out with Oliver."
"How do you know it was Oliver? We could have meant Harry."
Harry turned around. "What?"
"Nothing."
"And Harry's too young. Look, it's still no. Now maybe if it was someone else, maybe."
"Like who?" Fred asked.
"Like I would ever tell you. Please." She rolled her eyes again.
"Come on Angelina, you two would be very cute together." George said.
"No. Oh, and Fred, don't ever call me like that again." She smiled. "NO." Then she walked off.
"Fred, you should've gotten her when she was in a better mood."
"Me? It was you who wanted to call her in the first place."
"Come on. Hello, Alicia, don't pass us by."
"What do you want?"
"Come, come, do you really think that we want to talk to you because of what we want?" Fred said.
"Yes, please, this is for you. It's all about you," George added.
"What is it?"
"Becoming a half of a whole with someone who is dedicated, cute-not as cute as we are." Alicia rolled her eyes. "He gets good marks, he's older than you. He loves Quidditch-"
"I'm not going to go out with Oliver, sorry, get someone else."
"What's wrong with Oliver?"
"Nothing, it's just not for me."
"Give it a chance."
"No, leave me alone." She walked off.
Fred and George sighed. "Hey, Katie, come here."
"No, guys, I am not going out with Oliver!"
Fred and George looked at each other. "How did she know?" Fred asked.
"They probably told her," George said. The twins sat back, scanning the Common Room. "Hm, who should we try next?"
"Hermione!"
Hermione slowly came over to the twins. "What do you want?" she said.
"We have a very excellent proposition for you," they said together.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "And just what would that be?"
Fred grinned. "How would you like to meet a very studious, strapping, good-looking fellow? He's dedicated, a great conversationalist, and single."
Hermione put her hands on her hips. "Who?"
Fred's grin widened. "Well, how about we set up a nice little blind date for you two?"
"So I don't know him?"
"Well . . . it would be a blind date," George said.
"What do you mean?"
"He wouldn't see you. At least not if it was for, say, tonight."
"What?"
George snorted, and Fred resisted the urge to glance back. "Well, what do you say? He's a really great guy. You'll never meet anyone else like him," Fred said.
"As long as it isn't one of you two."
"Hey! There are two of us, you know, and he's an individual. Unique," George said.
"Yeah. Besides, we know how hard it would be for you to choose between us," Fred added. He swallowed a laugh; he could practically hear Ron steaming behind him.
"Well . . . "
"NO!"
Fred and George both jumped. Hermione stared, wide-eyed, at Ron, who was standing over his brothers. "Hermione, don't trust them. You can never trust them!"
"Oh, ickle Ronniekins, are you worried about your gir-"
"Shut up, George."
The three Chasers looked over at the group. Angelina frowned. "Fred, are you trying to set Hermione up with Oliver?!"
Hermione turned to the twins, her face expressionless. Her eyes narrowed and glinted dangerously. "Well, George, I think we'd better be going now."
"Yes, quite so. I think we were going to go to the library?"
"Yes, we were." The twins stood up and started towards the door. They could hear the girls and Ron following them. "Run for it," Fred hissed. They bolted out of the portrait hole.
Jusea opened the door and peeked inside the infirmary. Everything was quiet, and the only light was from the moonbeams streaming in the windows. She creeped in, shutting the door behind her, and walked over to the one occupied cot. Oliver lay there, motionless, except for the rise and fall of his chest. She pulled up a chair beside his cot and sat down. He was so cute asleep, completely unworried. Not that she had ever seen him worried. She brushed his hair off of his forehead, and her hand went to his. She gently held it. "I'm sorry, Oliver."