Halloween Pt. 2

(Fred's POV)

The group walks into the halls and I see jack o' lanterns spread out all over the enchanting ceiling like stars in the sky. The smell of all the food was overpowering my nose. Every possible dish you could imagine was lined up in the middle of the table. Unlimited varieties of candy everywhere, like our own personal Honeydukes.

"I'm going to eat my rage for Snape with cheesecake," Ron smiles, walking to the table with Harry. I look behind me and don't see Hermione.

"Where did Hermione go?" I ask George. Styudents and professors started to flood in so the hall was crowded and loud.

"No idea," he shrugs, nodding to Oliver Wood and catching up to him. I look back at the entrance and see Hermione walk in, looking upset.

"Want some punch?" Angelina asked, snapping me out of my thought.

"Sure," I said, and she walks away. I walk over to Hermione. "Are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm fine," she said angrily, rubbing her arm.

"Hermione what happened?"

"Apparently I look like a trollop," she laughs, fixing her hat.

"Says who?" I question.

"Doesn't matter," she fakes smile. "Want to get some food?"

"Sure," I say. We walk over to Ron and Harry who are stuffing their face.

"You nervous for the game coming up?" Wood asks Harry.

"Not really," Harry responds.

"It's going to storm pretty bad," Hermione says, sitting down next to Harry. "I have a spell for your glasses to help see better in the rain."

"Thanks Hermione," he smiles.

"Hermione," Ron mumbles with a mouth full of chicken, "I'm gettin tired of your orange fur monster. That thing is not just a cat."

"You're mental Ron, leave Crookshanks alone," Hermione sighs.

"He tries to eat Scabbers whenever he has the chance! I say where Scabbers is and I bloody swear, that orange fur-ball understands me!" Ron yells, spitting chicken everywhere.

"Ron, a random question for you. That really hot keeper from the Australian Quidditch team, or a never ending turkey leg?" I ask, holding out my two hands like I'm weighing something.

"You're putting me in a real touch spot," Ron mumbles, looking deep in thought.

"You're ridiculous," I laugh, handing Hermione some pumpkin juice. She takes the cup and sits it in front of her. She grabs her arm again.

"Something wrong with your arm?" I ask.

"No," she says quickly.I see her look over at the Slytherin table and I see Draco glare at her.

"Are you two good?" I question.

"Fred, can we just not talk about Malfoy tonight?" She whispered.

"No fight from me," I smile and hand her a sugar quill. We walk around the hall admiring all the decorations. We stop by a window opening and set our punch down. We start discussing the quidditch game against Hufflepuff coming up. I see Draco start to walk over.

"Weasleys', Potter, Granger," he says eyeing Hermione.

"Malfoy," Potter says coldly.

"Just wanted to wish you luck on the Hufflepuff game Potter" he says through gritted teeth.

"Right," Harry laughed in disbelief.

"I mean it Potter, Cedric is bit of a heavy build so the rain will be to his advantage," Malfoy advised.

"Thanks," Harry said suspiciously.

"Granger," Draco nods at her and then walks away.

"What in the BLOODY HELL was that?" Ron asked, popping a chocolate frog in his mouth.

"I have no clue," Harry says, laughing.

"Merlin has turned over in his grave," Rob laughs.

"He is right you know? The rain will weigh him down on his broom and will keep him steady from the wind. The storm will be windy and brutal," Hermione warned.

"Why on earth would he tell me that? He has to be up to something," Harry responded.

"Or maybe he just wanted to give you a tip," Hermione rebutted.

"Tip of a wand maybe…are you mental Hermione?" Ron says seriously. "We need that new Firebolt Harry," Ron admits, walking away with him. I watch them walk away and then turn to Hermione.

"You're never going to persuade them to like him you know?" I say honestly.

"Stranger things have happened," she says softly.

"Fair, a lot of strange things has happened surrounding you three," I laugh nodding over to Harry and Ron.

"Yeah, we're attracted to trouble I suppose," she agreed, glancing at Slytherin table.

"Would you like some punch?" I interrupt her thoughts.

"Yes, that would be great,' she smiled."

"I'll be back in a jiffy," I say, tapping her shoulder. I walk over to the huge cauldron punch bowl at the Gryffindor table. I grab a cup and pour some of the orange liquid into it.

"Is that for me?" Angelina said, appearing behind me.

"Oh, um, yeah," I hesitate, giving her the cup.

"I got you some punch earlier but I lost you in the crowd," she says, taking a sip.

"Yeah, it's a bit wild in here at the moment," I smile, pouring another glass. I look over and see Hermione playing with her brown hair, looking out the window. She finds a way to always look amazing without even trying.

"I didn't get to tell you how much I like your costume," Angelina says, pulling on my tattered robe.

"Thanks Angelina," I smile.

"Can I ask you something?" She asks.

"Sure," I say. I look back at the window and Hermione is gone. I look around and spot her in the corner of the hall…with Draco.

"Fred?" Angelina says, snapping me back to our conversation.

"Sorry, what did you say?" I ask, feeling rude.

"Would you want to hang out sometime?"she asks softly. I look back at the corner and see Draco walking towards the exit with Hermione close behind.

"Yeah, that would be fun," I agreed, looking back at Angelina. She smiles and plants a kiss on my cheek. She walks away and I sit down at the table.

"Brother!" George yells, hugging the side of me.

"Did you spike something?" I ask, smelling the fire whiskey breath.

"Maybe just a bit," he laughs, handing me a flask. I take a sip and give it back to him.

"What's with you now? You realize you use to be fun right?" He whispers.

"I'll deck you," I say, glaring at him.

"I guess you're angry," he rolls his eyes, sighing. "You've been so moody this school year. I saw you and Angelina doing some necking, how could you possibly be angry?"

"I'm not angry and we weren't necking," I snap

"Yeah, little ray of sunshine," he says again, handing me the flask. "Let's go talk outside." We walk out of the Great Hall to the courtyard. We go to the stone wall and sit down.

"So, joking aside, what's up?" He says sincerely.

"She's with Malfoy," I sigh, taking another drink.

"No," George laughs.

"Yes," I respond.

"Hilarious," he says still laughing.

"George," I say seriously.

"You're not joking." I just look at him, he looks away and stops laughing.

"Well, hell has literally froze over," he says.

"Yeah," I laugh, taking another sip of the whiskey.

"It has to be a phase," he concludes.

"A phase?" I say.

"A phase, like a losing your mind phase? Going absolutely mental phase? Doing everything that feels wrong and," he starts to say.

"I get it George," I sigh.

"Malfoy?" He says, in total disbelief.

"Malfoy,"I say, accepting the delusions.

"Look, I don't know what's going through Hermione's head right now and honestly, I really don't want to if it has anything to deal with dating a Malfoy. But, maybe this is a perfect time to maybe distract yourself with a certain other Gryffindor?" He shrugs.

"Yeah, maybe," I say, looking up at the moon.

"We have more important things to worry about this school year anyway! Like, how we're going to buy that shop in Diagon alley and testing our products, Quidditch. Let's just focus on that," he suggests, hoping off the wall. "Maybe, just a tad on Angelina," he winks.

"You're right," I agree jumping down. He takes a swig of the whiskey and hands it to me.

"Cheers," he says.

"Cheers," I respond.

I walk back inside and head to the Gryffindor common room. I go to the doorway towards the grand staircase but stop because I see Draco and Hermione. I turn around and press myself against the wall.

"Hermione, I swear I didn't mean to, a lot has been going on with my family. A cousin just passed and my father has been riding me everyday with owls about everything I'm doing wrong. I'm just under a lot of stress," he says pacing in front of her.

"That gave you no right to touch me," she snapped.

"I know, it will never happen again," he says' grabbing her hand. "I admit I over reacted, I know nothing is going on with you and Weasley. I just saw your dress and kind of lost it."

"It is kind of short, but it's not like I was showing anything," she said defensive.

"But I can tell everyone was looking and it just made me over react because I couldn't come up to you," he says.

"I don't like how you're only nice to me when we're alone," she snapped, pulling away from him.

"I was trying not to blow our cover is all, I was nice to Harry and Ron earlier. I'm trying Hermione, I really am," he pleaded, grabbing her hand again. He pulls her in to his chest and hugs her. I turn around and start walking the other way, sipping on George's flask. We must be in hell.

Merlin, please wash me down with something strong.