The match, as always commented by Lee Jordan, started at 5:00 pm.

L: Beautiful ladies and handsome gentlemen! Welcome to the first Quidditch game this season! Today two great teams, maybe one better. We all know who I'm talking about! (McGonagall glared at him). And here's the first dream team to hit the pitch: Johnson, Bell, Potter, Weasley, Weasley, Weasley and Weasley! FUCK! MOTHER DIDN'T HAVE YOU ANYMORE! It's the red team! Applause for the undefeated Gryffindors! Such a red lineup, it has not been yet! And now the others are entering the field! They are less important! We all know who will win today!

Professor McGonagall tried to take the microphone from Jordan, but to no avail. After a brief argument with his teacher, Lee finally introduced the team of Hufflepuffs. All students frantically cheered on their favorite. They chanted the names of players of individual teams, cheering them on loudly. Mrs. Hooch walked onto the pitch and started introducing the rules of the game that everyone knew very well. Meanwhile, Fred looked for Hermione in the stands. He wanted to find out with whom she went on a date. After a moment he noticed her smiling sweetly at Ernie. She came with him! He almost fell off the broom, when he saw them! He could have guessed Macmillan wouldn't let go that easily. On the one hand, he was quiet and calm, and on the other, stubborn like a donkey. He should have guessed that his threats would be no use. He got furious, but tried not to show it. He believed that the feeling that had crept deep within him to the dark-haired girl was finally starting to fade away, or so he tried to convince himself.

The sound that came out of Mrs. Hooch's whistle ... Could only mean one thing, the game had started. Both teams went to fight for as many points as possible. Harry flew high over the field, trying to spot the Golden Snitch. At the same time, Ginny was trying to catch Ron's quaffle thrown at her. Suddenly Fred appeared next to her, who wanted to bounce the quaffle to the opponent's side. Angelina tried to stop him as quickly as possible and took the ball at the last minute. She was furious with the older twin. What he did? What was he even imagining?

A: Fred! What are you doing?!

F: Sorry, I was thinking ...

A: This couldn't happen again! Concentrate on the game!

Angelina scored the first points for the lion house with the help of the acquired quaffle. Confused, Fred decided to focus on the game. He was staring so hard at Hermione that he forgot about the match. As soon as he reached where he was, he decided to attack and save his sister from the bludger ... From a distance he didn't notice that it was a completely different kind of ball. From now on, only the match counts ... Win ... Later he will focus on forgetting the beautiful dark-head girl, but it was so difficult when he saw her with another boy. Something hurt inside him. He didn't know what exactly, but it bothered him terribly. Subconsciously, he wanted to be in Ernie's place. Not! Stop! He scolded himself mentally! He didn't care about Gryfonce, he just seems to him. Yes! It's just an illusion!

After an hour of a fierce match, the Gryffindors were leading by 90:70. The advantage was small, and the game was very close. Neither team wanted to let go. Despite his anger, Fred managed to focus on the game. Hermione had a great time on a date with Ernie, who at one point put his arm around the girl, and she did not protest, she even cuddled up to him. This was news to her. Nobody had hugged her like that before. She hoped to feel something special, but it didn't. It was a simple friendly hug. The closeness between the pair was noticed by a red-haired beater, who had lost control of his jealousy. It was above him, the time came where something broke within him. He could no longer pretend he liked the fact that Hermione was hugging Ernie. It was enough! She shouldn't be with him! Fred, of course, felt nothing for her, but that didn't mean she could go out with any wizard. She deserved someone special. He bounced a bludger in their direction, which was flying at dizzying speed. Centimeters separated the ball from the boy's face, at the last moment, George hit it. The twin looked reproachfully at his clone. He was about to fly over to him to express his disapproval with his behavior, but then Lee announced.

L: HARRY GOT A GOLDEN SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH! THIS IS THE BEST MATCH IN MY LIFE! GRYFFINDOR WON 240: 70! AND WHAT WILL YOU DO, STUPID HUFFLEPUFF?! GRYFFINDOR IS THE BEST! YOU CAN KISS US ON THE ASS!

The joy in the Gryffindor common room lasted until late at night. The winning team organized a party. From the fifth year up, most of the house was laughing, dancing and drinking alcohol, only one red-haired beater was sitting in the corner of the room drinking cream beer. He didn't want to talk to anyone, especially to have fun. He was brooding over today's game, he didn't know what had hit him. Why did he attack Ernie? It was stronger than him, he just had to do it. Maybe he actually fell in love with Hermione? Not! It is impossible! He had to return to his old way of life as soon as possible. Yes! It will definitely help him. At this point, George ran into the common room and approached Angelina and kissed her. The whole room whistled with joy, and Fred smiled to himself when he saw his happy brother. Although he had a great girlfriend.

A: George! What are you doing?

Ge: I can't do that anymore! I like you, Angelina! I fell in love with you! (He fell to his knees.)

A: George, stand up, you are drunk!

Ge: I didn't drink a drop. I honestly say I adore you!

A: And your friends, whom you used to hang out with?

Ge: They don't count! It was the biggest mistake of my short life! It was always only you in my heart! Give me a chance! Be my girlfriend?!

Everyone in the common room held their breath. Nobody expected such a declaration from either of the twins. It was unlike them, quite alien to them. Angelina was silent for a long moment. She didn't know what to say. She was in great shock. After a moment, resigned, George got up from his knees sadly and walked towards his dormitory. He thought he was hit, but that's not true! The dark-skinned girl suddenly threw herself into him and started kissing him.

A: Sure, I'm gonna be your girlfriend, you stupid!

Everyone began to clap, and the couple in love kissed again. A sad Fred watched them from an armchair in the corner of the room. Sam wanted to meet a girl he cared about as much as George did with Angelina. He envied him ... Happiness ... Love. He didn't deserve it because he couldn't be faithful, would he? In fact, he didn't know if he could be in a real relationship. He preferred to pick up and throw girls, at least for a moment he felt fulfilled. He just had to forget Hermione, and it would be like it used to be.

Gryffindors returned to the fun after the amazing spectacle performed by George. The twin was dancing with his new GIRL. God, that sounded wonderful. After all, he could spend every free moment with his ideal. He noticed his sad clone in the corner of the room, sipping cream beer. He was on the brink of collapse. The younger twin knew this because he knew him like no one else. He knew his twin was lost. Fred didn't know what he felt about the beautiful brown haired girl, or what he should do in such a situation. He waged an internal struggle with his demons. George sighed quite loudly, that caught Angelina's attention. She also looked at her older brother.

A: You have to talk to him seriously. He's lost and needs support.

Ge: I tried, but he's stubborn as a donkey. He insists that all is well.

A: He is killing himself, which is reflected in his game. Today, he almost hit the quaffle in the direction of the opposing team as he stared at Hermione and Ernie. Ge: Are you kidding right now? Truth? A: No, George. He has to pull himself together, get to Hermione at last, or forget about her once and for all. It destroys itself. He doesn't think. He lives in a different world. If it goes on like this, I will have to remove him from the first squad. Will go to the reserve. I cannot allow any more such mistakes. He needs help, and we as his friends should do everything we can to get him back on his feet. Unfortunately, I can't let the team get hit in the process.

Ge: You're right, but please let me talk to him before making a final decision.

A: Of course, it's got a week. If he fails training for the next week, he goes to the reserve.

Ge: Thank you, you are wonderful. (He kissed her cheek).

Late at night, George returned to his dormitory, his brother lying on his bed reviewing plans for their new invention. He decided to talk to him right away. There was no point in putting it off indefinitely.

F: What, are you looking at me like that?

Ge: I don't recognize you! What's the matter with you? We used to tell each other everything, confided in the stupidest problem, and now? I see you have a problem that is destroying you from the inside out. We avoid ourselves, we talk little. Let me help you.

F: Did you take something? I'm fine! Everything is great. Stop picking on like a mother!

Ge: I'm worried about you! Today you almost hit the quaffle instead of the bludger and still towards the opposing team just because you were staring at Hermione! You attacked Ernie because he hugged her! If I hadn't helped you, they'd have kicked you out of school! And it's not time for that yet!

F: Finish, about that Hermione! I'm sick of hearing about her and what I should do! I wonder what if I don't like her! And with that quaffle it was an accident. It won't happen again! Neither will I attack anyone anymore!

Ge: I don't believe you! You have a problem with yourself and I want to help you! Angelina plans to remove from the main squad! You must begin to control yourself!

F: Give me a break, you will help me best! And since your gorgeous girlfriend wants to remove me from the team, go ahead! I will not ask!

Ge: No! God! Fred! You are a mindless asshole who cannot admit to himself and the world that he has fallen in love with the greatest girl in the world. It's easier for you to deny your feelings, get mad, act like a motherfucker than fight for Hermione and your happiness!

Furious, Fred left the dormitory.