The next two days passed by with little to nothing happening. We were on holiday break now, and tomorrow would be Christmas Eve. I was sitting in the common room playing some muggle card game that Alicia taught me when the portrait hole burst open.

"I don't see what the bloody big deal is!"

"Well you wouldn't, would you? I always knew you were thick in the head, but this is ridiculous!"

Fred and George had stepped into the common room, and were bickering back and forth rather loudly. Nearly all of the common room had turned their attention towards the two fighting brothers, forgetting whatever it was that they were doing.

George gave a frustrated sound, and swung the portrait hole behind him. "I am not thick! You just don't want to tell her no, and that's why you're in this mess!"

I glanced over at Alicia, who was staring at the twins with her eyebrows furrowed together. She looked as lost as I felt. Alicia flicked her eyes towards me for a second and shrugged, not knowing what the boys were arguing about now.

Fred stood there looking at George for a moment, completely flabbergasted—at a complete loss for words. Some coughed, and Fred whipped around to everyone else in the common room. "Nothing to see here! Carry on!" Fred waved his hands, signaling for everyone to go along with their own business, and the rest of the students slowly went back to tuning the Weasley twins out. Fred's eyes flicked over to where I sat for a moment, and turned back to George huffily. He spoke in a low voice now, and neither Alicia or myself could hear what they were saying.

George appeared to whisper back something just as bitterly, and walked over to the couch and threw himself down on top of it. He stared angrily at the fire, not looking back at Fred once. Realizing that he wasn't going to get an answer from his brother, or perhaps not wanting to speak with him any longer, Fred turned on his heel and went up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

I turned my head back to Alicia, who was looking to me for an answer. I groaned inwardly, knowing full well what she was going to say before she even said it. "I'll go talk to Fred," I moaned. "and you'll go calm George down?"

All that Alicia did was nod, and got up from our corner in the room. "Thanks, Kat, I owe ya one."

I waved her off, getting up myself. "Yeah, yeah." And I took up after Fred, towards his room. I glanced back once at Alicia, who tentatively walked over to George, wringing her hands together worriedly.

Why did boys have to be so bloody bothersome all the time?

Slowly marching up the stairs, I passed the younger boys' rooms and made it to the sixth years dorms a minute later. The door wasn't shut, but it wasn't quite open either. I debated with myself for a moment on whether or not I should knock, but tossed that idea immediately, and decided to just walk right in.

"Fred?" Pushing open the door, I took a careful step into the cluttered room, stepping over discarded clothes and books. I found him laying on his stomach on his bed, twirling something in his hands.

Fred ignored me, and continued playing with whatever it was he had in his hands. I sighed, and made my way closer to him. "Fred, are you alright?" I received a grunt from him as a reply, but nothing else. He still chose to not look at me.

I took a deep breath, and sat down next to him on the bed. "Are you going to tell me why you're upset with George?" Fred shrugged his shoulders, still examining the small box in his hands. I tried to see what it was, but to no avail. I sighed again. "Fred, you can tell me, you know."

"I know."

Stubborn boy. "Well then will you?"

He shook his head, glancing my way for a split second. "You won't want to hear it."

I cracked a smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe, maybe not, but that's never stopped you before, has it?"

Fred looked up at me and smiled. He sat up now, and crossed his legs. "Well..." He looked at me before continuing again. "It's about a girl."

Whoa there, wasn't expecting that. My insides felt weird, and my mind buzzed about this girl that Fred was so distraught over. "Well then, let's hear it."

Fred cracked a lopsided grin. "Alright, you asked for it." I nodded encouragingly, still a little miffed and annoyed at whoever this was that had made my best friend so upset. "You see, thanks to you, Katie dear, I wasn't able to ask her to the ball."

Fred wanted to ask someone? Crap, I hadn't even thought about that. I went pink a little from embarassment, but nodded. "Sorry."

Fred waved me off indifferently. "Well that's all behind us now, so let's not dwell on it. You see, the real problem here is that I had this whole plan working in my head about telling her how I really feel at the ball—but I can't do that now, as we've established before." He was still smiling at me, but I still felt horrible for this plan now. First Angelina, and now Fred. "So I was going to ask her anyway, you know, maybe she'd say yes, and I'd tell Angelina that I didn't want to go, and offer her George instead, but once again, your little plan kinda killed that." I swallowed, still feeling worse than dirt. "But now she's going with someone else, and I know that she'd be too proud to leave her date now and go with me. So you see," He flashed me a grin, leaning back in his bed. "I'm in kind of in a bit of a mess here."

"Fred, I fell horrible now. You make me sound like a complete arse!"

Fred grinned widely. "Well, you're not completely an arse." Seeing my shocked face, he laughed. "At least not intentionally."

I grabbed a pillow off his bed and hit him over the head with it. "Fred Weasley, I apologized! Don't call me an arse!" Fred laughed, grabbed the pillow from my hand, and lobbed it onto another bed, away from me.

"Settle down, Kates, I was only joking." I glared at Fred for a moment, but cracked a smile.

"Sure you were. Now, is that all you and George were arguing about?"

Fred shifted a little from his spot on the bed. "Yes..." I didn't believe him, but was grateful when he spoke once more. "Well that, and George is jealous."

I smiled from ear to ear. "Really?" I was excited—maybe my plan was going to work after all.

Fred laughed at seeing how eager I was. "Yeah, really." And he boosted himself up, and held out his hand to for me to take. "Now let's go down and see what everyone else is up to, shall we?"

Smiling, I nodded, and took Fred's hand in my own, liking the way they fit together.