So who's left?" We thought for a moment before turning to each other, eyes wide.
"It's one of us!"
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"Ugh, Hermione." I groaned as she pulled me down the halls towards our first class. "My head hurts. Why do we have to go?"
"Because, Rita. It's school. You go to school because it's good for you." She responded.
"Well it's not good for you when you're sick and tired." I grumbled under my breath.
"What was that?" Hermione asked. I cringed and my eyes widened.
"Nothing, Love." I said quickly. She hummed under her breath.
"That's what I thought." And then I was rugged into my least favorite place in the world: defense against the darks arts class.
"And the last curse? Miss Granger?" The teacher, Moody, asked. She fidgeted in her seat. I frowned.
"Well?" He asked. Hermione shook her head and kept her eyes glued to the table in front of her. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry sitting tensely in his seat.
"Anyone want to give me the last curse?" Moody grunted.
"The killing curse." I said quietly.
"Thank you Miss Black." He said, pointing his wand at the spider "Avada kedavra." A blast of green light shot from his wand and I cringed.
"Nev, are you okay?" I asked Neville. He was shaking in his chair next to me.
He nodded slowly, taking deep breaths. My frown deepened. There was a reason those were unforgivable. How did Professor Dumbledore think this guy was a good idea?
My mind brought back second year, and I realized it could be much worse- has been much worse.
"Thank Merlin that's over, I-" I was saying as I walked out of the classroom with Hermione by my side. Until I walked into something, of course.
I broke off with an 'eep!' Of surprise and stepped back, looking up at the figure in front of me.
"George? What's up?" I asked. He shot me a crooked smile.
"Nothing really. How was Moody?" He asked as we all started walking down the hall. I groaned.
"Awful." Hermione said as I threw in,
"Scary. Downright scary."
George laughed, shaking his head. His hair fell over his eyes but he left it there.
"Here, let me carry your books." He said suddenly.
"Wait, What? No, I'm-" but he just took them from my arms anyways.
"-fine." I finished, huffing and crossing my arms. I felt odd not carrying my books. Hermione gave me a look that said 'what the hell?' I shrugged.
"What class do you have next?" He asked, looking at me. I blinked twice, wondering how his hair wasn't bothering him.
"Er, potions." I replied. "But don't you have charms? That's all the way on the other side of the castle. You should be going that way." I said, attempting to take my books back. He just chuckled and pushed my hands away.
"You know my schedule? Well, now that's a little starlkerish don't you think?" I blushed and spluttered.
"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, Nothing. Hey, wanna work on the pranks today?" He asked.
"Nice subject change." I muttered.
"Thanks." He joked, throwing me a grin. He was all smiles today, apparently.
He ended up walking me all the way to potions, and when we got there he set my books onto my desk.
I put my hands on my hips. "Now you're going to be late." I said.
He shrugged. "That's alright. I didn't want you to have to carry those books all the way across the school."
"George. I do it everyday, all day long. I haven't died before carrying them, and I won't die now." I said, but he was already leaving. I huffed and sat down in my chair, crossing my arms. Hermione sat down next to me.
"What the hell...?" She asked.
"What has gotten into that boy?" I said in reply.
But it seemed that wasn't the last of the 'good deeds' by the Weasley Twins.
After potions, Fred had joined George in his 'help-Rita-carry-the-books' idea. George took my books from my arms again, and then Fred took my bag.
"Guys! I can carry my own shit, okay?" I said, trying to take it all back.
"But we are gentlemen, Rita." George said.
"We have to help you carry your stuff!" Fred added. "Now, off to lunch!"
Once we got to the great hall, we all went over to the Gryffindor table and sat down of course, Fred and George pulled out the bench for me, motioning for me to sit before pushing the bench back in.
I was starting to get confused. Maybe they wanted something? Well, I was not putting fire ants in any bodies knickers drawer. That's for sure.
And then they went as far as to pour my pumpkin juice and put food on my plate for me.
"Okay, that's it! What the hell has gotten into you two?!" I demanded. They shared a look before turning back to me and shrugging. I crossed my arms.
"That's not good enough. You two have been sucking up to me all day, and I can't stand it! I feel like a little porcelain doll!"
"We just wanted to be gentlemen, Rita." Fred said, before starting to eat his lunch.
"Yeah. You think you'd appreciate that we aren't planking you." George said before also digging into his food.
I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I turned to look at Hermione. Her eyebrows were raised and I could tell she was just as confused as I was.
"Well. It's a little disconcerting, is all. I can't help feeling like something bad is going to happen." I said.
"Of course not, Rita." Fred said. "We're your twins with shiny hexes. We are the ones who protect you." He said.
I frowned at him. "Oh really?" He nodded.
"Now. Eat your soup." I looked down at my bowl. Broccoli and cheddar. How did they know it was my favorite? Damn them.
The next three days were irritatingly the same. I kept waiting for them to jump out from around a corner and prank me. It had been eerily calm lately, and I was just waiting for the explosion.
"Hermione, what the hell has gotten into them? George literally gave me a piggy-back ride back to the common room last night. I don't get it."
"I don't know." She said. "I'm not a mind reader."
"Why are they being so nice? I know them, they must have a reason behind it." I said, flipping down on my bed and thinking.
I lay there in silence for a while, before Hermione came busting out of the bathroom.
"Rita!" She exclaimed. I shot up in bed.
"What?"
"Do you think they heard us talking? When you told me who you liked after we left the library? Maybe they followed us!" She exclaimed. I groaned and smacked a hand to my forehead.
"You said it really quietly, and then I just said 'hu. A Weasley, never thought of it.' And so they must be trying to figure out which Weasley you like!"
"Oh gosh. What do I do? I don't want them to know!" Hermione tapped her chin in thought, before grinning evilly.
"They're trying to trick you into giving away which one they like, right? And it's just them. So they must think that it can't be anyone else. We should trick them into thinking that you actually like Ron." I thought about this.
"Hermione, that's brilliant. Except..."
"Except what?"
"I think they would be much more shocked if I fancied Percy, don't you think?"
"So, Rita, what did you and Hermione talk about last night?" George asked later that morning.
"Well. You're very forward. Why do you want to know?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Girls confuse me. It's fun to hear what crazy stuff you all get up to." He replied nonchalantly.
"Oh, you know. Girl stuff. Mostly just who we fancy..." I said.
"Oh really? And who would that be?" He said, stepping in front of me so I had to stop walking. I grinned.
"Why don't you guess?" I said, almost flirtatiously before side stepping him and continuing on towards the great hall for food.
"Is it Fred?" He asked. I hadn't thought he would jump right into it.
"Hmm. No." I replied, sitting down at the table. He sat down across from me.
"So it's me?" He asked as I put jam on my toast. I pretended to frown.
"What makes you come to that conclusion?"
"So it is me!" He said. I laughed.
"Only in your wildest dreams, Ginger."
"I knew it! Just wait till Fred hears- wait, what? It isn't me?" He said, looking at me in confusion.
"Of course not. You two are like my brothers."
"So then who is it! If it's not us, and it can't be Ginny, or Bill, most likely not Charlie- it's Charlie isn't it?" He said, looking at me funnily. "We know it's a Weasley. We heard Hermione say so." He said. I laughed.
"Ah-ha! So you did follow us to eavesdrop." I declared. His face was perfectly shocked.
"Wait, you knew?" He asked.
"Of course I knew. I'm not stupid."
"But... you do fancy a Weasley, right?" He asked, leaning forward. I shrugged
"Maybe." He groaned.
"Why can't you just tell me?"
"Okay Fine." I said. He grinned.
"Really?"
"No." I said firmly, and his smile dropped.
"Is it Ron?" He asked. "Charlie?"
I shook my head.
"Well then who is it! Not Ron, not Fred or I, not Bill- you haven't met Bill have you?- not Ginny-" he broke off, a gasp pulling from his throat. "Oh my Merlin... You fancy Percy."
I nodded. "Mh-hm."