(Can you tell I feel guilty for the long wait between the last two chapters? Also! Thank you so much to the people who followed and faved during the break, it really kept me inspired to keep going and helped my confidence. Please review!))

Gryffindor house was in a roar as they descended to the Quidditch pitch, Lee Jordan taking off in a run down the hill to take his place to announce as the rest of the students filed into the stands. Marina was practically dragging Josie through the crowd, stopping only when she found an empty spot in the very front near the Gryffindor goal. Both of them were decked in scarlet, Marina's red lipstick smeared across both their faces and scarlet rosettes pinned to their breasts. The sound of a soft voice making its way through the crowd drew her attention away from Marina's jeers at the Slytherin team, her head turning to catch the familiar mousy face of Bijou attempting to find a place amongst the students. Josie called out to her, catching the younger girls attention and scooting aside to make a place for her.

"Thank you, I thought I'd never find a spot." She said as she gripped the banister, frowning at the Slytherin house members jeering at them. "You're usually the first one up here." Josie commented, rolling the sleeves of her shirt up and tugging the camisole she wore under the deep v-neck downward. "Yes, well I couldn't find Neville today." Bijou replied, sounding sad and exasperated all at once. "Who?" Bijou's expression turned quite scared, eyes wide as she looked at her and thought over the question. "A friend." "Her crush." Marina and Bijou said, their words overlapping each other. Josie turned on Marina, her brow raised. "Do you know everything?" she asked. "No." Marina said with a smile, patting Bijou's hand gently. "But Lee does."

The crowd rippled in excitement and roared as the Gryffindor team filed onto the field, Josie yelling through cupped hands when Lee called out the team, making sure to raise her voice when Weasley was doubly announced. She hoped her personal wishes of good luck had calmed Oliver's nerves a bit, his smile and the squeeze he gave her shoulder made it seem so. Josie had grown very fond of the Gryffindor captain, finding herself wishing she had transferred sooner so she could have gotten to know him better before he finished his final year. "If Flint squeezes Wood any tighter we'll have a Keeper with a shattered hand." Marina said before leaning on the railing to yell obscenities at the Slytherin captain. The crowd fell silent for a short moment as Madam Hooch's voice raised to cover the field, calling the game before alerting the crowd it was once again their time to cheer as the players took off. Josie as usual had a hard time keeping track of all of the players, but Lee's announcements kept her up with the game. Marina nearly fell over the side of the railing yelling at the Slytherin team when they intercepted the Quaffle, held back only Josie's desperate grip on her shirt. They both cheered as George hit a near perfect bludger, Josie smiling widely as he sent a grin her way when he zoomed past on the tail of a Slytherin player.

"You complete fuck!" "Bâtard!" "Rot en enfer!" The three girls yelled as Marcus Flint rammed into Angelina, nearly knocking her off her broom to the field far below. Josie barely had time to comment that Bijou had cursed in French along next to her before her attention was pulled back to the game when Fred's club flew through the air and hit the back of Flint's head, sending his nose into his broomstick with a satisfying crack. Marina fell into laughter as Josie covered her mouth to suppress her giggling. Even though the outburst gave Gryffindor a penalty to match Slytherin, Flint's well-earned bloody nose was a satisfying sight. "Good job Fred!" Josie cheered, flushing when he glanced her way with a smug smirk. She hadn't expected him to hear her.

Minutes of fast paced confusing play later, another penalty had been awarded to Slytherin and their Beaters had successfully been tricked into colliding head on by Harry Potter. Lee was livid at the Slytherin team, so livid that Professor McGonagall was very obviously questioning putting him in the announcing position. Josie had never seen a game with so much bloodshed, even though the twins both called it a rough game on multiple occasions she had never believed it until now. George sent his elbow right into Bole's cheek, nearly sending him off his broom after the Slytherin member had attempted to hit Alicia with his club.

"Merde!" This time when Josie and Bijou spoke at the same time again, it was the same word. During the pause in game while Madame Hooch penalized both teams, Josie turned to her. "You speak French?" The blonde turned to raise her brows at her, pressing her lips together nervously before she spoke. "Oui, my family is French." "Thank god, someone I can talk to in my native tongue." Josie replied, smiling sweetly before turning back to the game as Wood pulled off another spectacular save. "I'm surprised you didn't realize sooner." "I don't notice a lot of things..." Josie replied absentmindedly while turning a bit red. The two shared a look before turning back to the game, becoming absorbed again as Katie bell scored another goal. They were now fifty to ten, the twins keeping close to her in case any Slytherin decided to play dirty again, which they did. Madame Hooch's screaming snapped Josie's head towards Wood, her attention having been on the twins during whatever had happened to him. "Beaters hit wood, twice." Marina commented, jaw tense as she watched another penalty being awarded. "Keep your head in the game lover girl, you can snog them silly when they win." Josie flushed before scowling at her, returning to screaming for Gryffindor as the game continued. Marina was beside herself, her voice raised to the top of her lungs as they took a sixty point lead. "GET THE SNITCH HARRY!" she yelled, jumping up and down so impressively that her hair floated like a great lion's mane.

Josie caught sight of Charlie watching from across the field, leaning against the railing with as she followed the game. She seemed totally relaxed, watching the players zip around the field like it was children playing in the park on a Sunday afternoon. They locked eyes when she followed the two Seekers as they whizzed past Josie, smiling at her and saluting with two fingers before returning to her observation. Josie was confused at her calm demeanor, so much so that she only looked away when the other girl stood up abruptly and threw her hands up in what seemed to be annoyance, raking her fingers through her bangs. Following her eyes, Josie realized what was happening with the two Seekers, a position she hardly every kept track of. Malfoy was playing dirty, just like the rest of the Slytherin team. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Marina was screaming, her voice nearly overpowering Lee's as he yelled obscenities along with her. Gryffindor was so angry they were thrown off their game, and Wood was obviously nervous as he rocked his broom in front of the Gryffindor goal. Josie's heart ached for him, she wanted so badly for the team to win this for him, to with it for all of them. Wood had driven himself mad for weeks and worked the team till they fell to the field from exhaustion. He deserved this, and she wasn't going to let foul play ruin the teams drive to win this. In the quiet groan that ran through Gryffindor house after Alicia missed her penalty shot, Josie took her chance to be heard and help as much as she could alongside Marina as they shared a small smile.

"KICK THEIR ASS!" they yelled together, heads turning towards them as they cupped their hands around scarlet lips. Fred and George took off in either direction like lightening after smirking proudly at them, and Angelina turned her head to look between the girls in surprise. Josie put her uneasiness for the girl aside to smile at her, forcing all the assurance she had into it. The other girl took off afterwards, the game picking up again as Lee screamed into the microphone. Josie joined the rest of her house in their cheers, clapping along to the beat of "GO GO GRYFFINDOR!" as they raised their voices over those of the Slytherin house. The crowd went wild as Angelina scored another goal for Gryffindor by coming behind the battering ram that was Harry Potter, jumping up and down enough to make the stands shake. Marina was clenching the railing so tightly Josie was afraid the wood was going to shatter, the shorter girl laying her hand over Marina's so the two could hold the each other's fingers tightly to calm their nerves. A gasp ran across the crowd as their Seeker dived towards the ground, the gold glint of the Snitch inches away from Slytherin's grasp. Everyone held their breath as he gained on the two of them, Josie crossing her fingers for him as Marina's nails dug into the back of her hand.

As Harry Potter's fingers clasped around the shining gold ball, the crowd erupted as Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup. Josie and Marina immediately took off through the bustling crowd; hats, scarves, ribbons and the like raining down around them from being tossed into the air in excitement. She looked up in time to see Wood throw his arms around Harry in joy and the twins collide with the two of them. Josie and Marina were in the first group of students who made it onto the field, meeting the team just as their feet touched ground in a huddle of scarlet. Alicia was engulfed by Marina's bouncing form, Katie Bell soon pulled into the hug as the three girls sobbed and shrieked with joy. Josie paid little attention to anyone else, focused on finding two certain Gryffindor Beaters before anything more could even be considered to matter.

George was the first person she found, arm slung around Wood as the latter shook with tears of elation. As soon as their eyes met George released the older boy, his grin threatening to rip his cheeks apart as she sprinted across the remaining space between them and threw herself into his arms. She was soon wrapped in the red of his robes, rough leather of his padding digging into the exposed skin of her back as her shirt rose with the arms that were thrown around his neck. The sweat from his brow pressed against her neck as they embraced, his fingers gripping the back of her thigh to pick her up and spin her as she pressed her lips to his. She didn't care if anyone saw, none of them did. In this moment she wanted nothing more than for everyone to know they belonged to each other; that Fred and George Weasley were hers, and that in return her heart was completely captivated by them. Fingers tangled into gingers locks as she kissed him deeply, her feet touching ground again before they were parted by a large hand coming down on George's shoulder.

The couple parted to look up at the blonde towering over them; Paxton's face stained red with markings undoubtedly left by Lana in the heat of the moment. "Well done Weasley! Nice war paint." he said loudly, grinning smugly before patting them both on the back and beginning to walk away. He stopped a few feet away before turning to walk backwards to call back to them. "Oh! Good job on the match too!" Josie flushed bright red as George laughed, hugging her tightly amongst the commotion. "What does he mean war paint?" George asked as his brow furrowed in confusion. One look up at him sent Josie into a fit of giggles. "My lipstick is smeared on your face dear. And I'm sorry but it's not your color." She replied, hugging him tightly as they laughed together. "Go find Fred." He said moments later, kissing her cheek before turning to shake Harry Potter's hand hard enough to pop his shoulder out of place.

It didn't take long for Josie to find Fred; all she had to do was listen for the loud and rough voice that was yelling above the rest. Ducking between two first years she found him jumping up and down while taunting the Slytherin team as they sulked off the field. "FRED WEASLEY!" She yelled, laughing at his antics as he spun around to find the source of his name. Blue eyes met his as she moved towards him, throwing her arms around him tightly with a laugh. Pulling back to look at her, Fred laughed as he ran his finger across the corner of her mouth and stained his finger with red. "Your lipstick is smudged." He said simply, chuckling at her. "Its all over your brothers face." She replied with a smile, laughing as his brow rose in intrigue. "Better on him than you, your lips are too pretty to hide." Warmth flooded her cheeks, turning them redder than they were before. Fred's grin widened at her flustered state, the kiss he planted on her cheek helping her regain her confidence. "He's a lucky man." He flirted as he pushed hair behind her ear. With a hum of thought she decided she would play along and use the moment's excitement to her advantage. "True, but maybe we should keep you two identical."

The giggle that followed was cut short as she pressed her lips to his, feeling him chuckle deep into his chest as she pressed against him. She was vaguely aware of Georges voice hooting for them, a smirk pressing against her cheek as Fred kissed her deeply. One hand cradling the back of her head while the other wrapped around her waist, he pulled her so close that the rough knit of his robes could be felt against the skin of her stomach through her shirt. The squeal that was muffled against his lips as he abruptly dipped her drew a loudly laugh from George and a chuckle from Fred as he moved her; turning her body parallel to the ground, the heel of her boot digging into the grass as he leaned over her. She felt so light, full of joy and tenderness that lifted everything from her shoulders and allowed her to be utterly herself. Her emotion fed off theirs, the wild excitement and pride that filled them warming her to her core. She only hoped she could do the same for them when they needed it. He nibbled at her lip before pulling away and righting her, keeping an arm around her waist as he led her back towards the center of the roaring crowd to join in the celebrating with a grin stained red.

Josie hugged Oliver, who was shaking he was so happy, before joining Marina in kissing him on each cheek to leave large red marks. The other girl had almost had a fit when she saw Josie's smeared lipstick, quickly fixing it and beginning to scold her before she saw the twin's red faces. She quickly stopped talking with a grin and a wink to her before scurrying off to find Lee. The students were alive with joy, throwing themselves onto each other and cheering at the top of their lungs on the way back up to the castle after Madam Hooch kicked them off the field. Gryffindor house had never been as wild as it was on the field that day; except for maybe at the party that was held later that night