"I'm just saying."
"I still don't think he likes me…" I say, looking around the room.
"Fine. Don't believe me. Just pay more attention and you'll see what I mean." She says, before getting up and leaving me to drown in my confusion.
"Bloody hell, Hermione."
"Oi, Rita!" George yelled as they came running down the hallway. I groan and stop in my tracks to Care of magical creatures.
"What? I swear to Merlin if you two make me late for class again, I will kill you." I grumble, adjusting the strap on my bag.
"Did you hear? They've got the fat lady back in her portrait!" George exclaims.
"Which means no more five passwords a day!" Fred says giddily. I shook my head at him and laugh.
"Okay? Is that it?" I ask. They look at each other and shrug.
"Yeah, pretty much." George says, turning and walking away. Fred and I watch him walk away, before turning to each other again. Hermione's words from last night come rushing back to me, making my face heat up.
"Are you excited about the quidditch final coming up?" He asks. I nod quickly, thankful for the conversation.
"Yeah. There's no way we can lose this." I say, "Slytherin may have better brooms, but we've got the talent." Fred grins and nods, before saying his goodbyes and running off after George.
"Sorry I'm late, Professor." I say to Hagrid as I finally get down to where they're all at.
He just nodded sadly and went on with the lesson. I frowned and walked over to Hermione.
"What's wrong with him?" I whispered.
"You remember when Malfoy got hurt by Buckbeak?" She whispered back. I nodded, still confused.
"Well, he's got to go to the ministry this week for his trail. He says they might execute him." She said sadly.
"They're going to execute Hagrid?!" I whisper-yelled.
"No! Buckbeak, silly!" She said. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Is there anything we can do to help?" She shrugged, "I'm going down there tonight to help him build his defense if you want to come to." I nodded and we went back to the lesson going on in class.
After we came back from Hagrid's, Hermione and I split ways. I sat down by Fred and George as they started to dig into the food on the table, and she went and sat down by Potter and Weasley.
"Where've you been?" George said around a mouthful of food. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"It's not polite to talk with your mouth open, George, and quite frankly it's disgusting…" I said, my lip curling in disgust as he shoveled his mouth full. He merely shrugged.
I noticed Fred slowing down his bites out of the corner of my eye but shrugged it off as him not wanting to get scolded as well.
"Blimey, Rita. If looks could kill…" Lee said as he came over and sat down next to Fred. I shrugged and grabbed some food for myself.
"I was at Hagrid's with Hermione. The Ministry is planning on probably executing Buckbeak for attacking Malfoy." I said in response to George's question.
"The little twat." Fred said. I frowned at him and whacked his arm.
"Don't fucking swear." I joked and he smiled back.
"Ugh, gross you two. Stop flirting with each other and just go out already." Lee said, rolling his eyes. I choked loudly on my tea and spit it out.
"W-What?!" I nearly shrieked, drawing the attention of a few people-not that we really noticed. George started laughing hysterically and fell off his chair and rolled around on the floor while Fred just sat there with a very red face. He cleared his throat and looked away.
"Bugger off, Lee." He grumbled.
"We're not flirting, and we are definitely not going to go out together." I deadpanned, shooting a glare at Lee. He shrank back and put his hands up in defense.
"Okay, Okay! Sorry…" he said, and we finished the rest of dinner in an awkward silence.
After dinner we walked up to the common room together.
"Did you guys ever end up pulling that prank on Snape?" I asked. George shook his head.
"Nah, it didn't end up working." I frowned.
"And you all just…. Gave up? That doesn't seem like you at all." I said. Fred shrugged.
We sat down on one of the couches by the fire and started talking about the quidditch final in May.
"Let's just hope our chasers can get us at least fifty points ahead fast enough so Harry can catch the snitch before Malfoy." George said, and they all looked at me with identical expressions of accusing on their faces.
"Hey! There's two other chasers, you know…" I grumbled. I shivered and moved spots so I was closer to the fire, which just so happened to be the empty spot between fred and the arm of the couch.
"Are you cold?" Lee asked.
"I'm bloody freezing."
"Seriously?" I swear, you're always cold." George sniggered and I threw one of the couch pillows at him. Fred rolled his eyes and told me to go grab a sweater if I was that cold. I groaned.
"But I don't want to get uuuuuup." I whined. He rolled his eyes and stood up.
"Fine, I'll get you one of mine." Before I could argue he left and walked up the stairs to his dorm room. George and Lee shared a confused look and then looked back at me.
"What happened to Fred? Did he hit his head or something?" I asked. They shrugged.
"Do you think it's likely we'll win the match?" George asked. I nodded,
"There's no way we won't with the team we've got." I assured him, just as I had with Fred earlier in the day. Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. With a sweater!
He threw a blue sweater at me and I cheered.
"It was the only clean one I could find, you're lucky." He said. I smiled.
"Thank you! You've saved my life." I gush jokingly and throw it on, the neck hole catching on my bun and making it come loose a little. I looked down at it and laughed at the big yellow F in the middle of it.
"Blimey, your mum makes great sweaters!" I said, remembering how I had forgotten mine at home.
"Yeah, we know." George bragged, a smug smile on his face.
"Didn't she make one for you, too, this year?" Fred asked. I nodded.
"I think I forgot it in the living room when I was repacking for this term." George nodded.
"Understandable. What colors was it?" he asked.
"Light blue with the same letter color." I replied.
Lee laughed, "She probably thinks the twins have pulled you into our pranking trio. She always makes me one just like theirs but she probably did the lighter color for you because you're a girl."
"And it would look better with your dark hair." Fred said, before turning red, "I mean, that's usually how girls think, right?" I raised an eyebrow and we went back to talk of quidditch.
I hated to admit, but his sweater smelled just like him, and it was kind of distracting.