A/N: I was so excited to write this chapter. :)

.:Chapter nineteen:.

Sitting in the hospital wing with Fred and George after their attempt to fool the Goblet was one of the funniest days of my life. I couldn't breath when their white beards irrupted from their chins. I tried to stay in the Great Hall, but of course they dragged me along. I couldn't get enough of them. My new appreciation of our friendship made the whole ordeal so much funnier.

Every few feet one of the twins would throw pick-up-line my way. I was snorting so loud that Madam Pomfrey thought it was me who needed medical attention. After she screamed at me, I could finally control my laughter. I watched as she quickly fixed the twins beards.

The rest of the day was amazing. The twins and I spend the whole day outside. Dumbledore said we could use the Quidditch pitch for the day. Of course we took advantage of it. Fred taught me how to fly (this time I knew it was him). They handed me a beaters bat and threw an old Quaffle at me to practice. Even with out the extra force of a bludger, hitting anything with that bat was extremely hard. I could just imagine how fit the twins had to be, I stopped myself before that went too far.

After a while, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Angelina, Katie, and Alicia came down to play. Since there was an odd number, we only used one set of goals, and a keeper who played for both sides. Angelina, Katie, and Harry were Chasers for one team, Alicia, Ginny, and Ron were Chasers for the other. Fred was on the first team as a Beater, and George on the other. I was the Keeper.I played for neither team.

Being the Keeper was a lot easier. I was really good at flying, so blocking the goal posts was easy. But after practicing with Fred and George for a few hours before everyone else came, killed my arm. Everyone was really good about it. I threw the Quaffle to whoever was closest. It worked out very well.

"Since Wood left, maybe you should try out as Keeper next year," Alicia said, "You'd be amazing. We just need to toughen you up more." She punch my arm, just messing around, but I almost cried out in pain. I wouldn't be able to move the next morning.

The sun was starting to set when we finally made out way inside. Fred and George kept prodding and poking me. The liked to see me jump in pain. Though Fred was nice enough to help me through the portrait hole. Alicia and Angelina helped me our dorm, though they made fun of me as well.

"The teams at Gwynn were full, so I never had the chance to try out," I told them.

"You didn't practice or anything at home?" Angelina asked, as we both gathered clean cloths.

"I'm an only child. My Aunt is a Muggle, so I didn't even have the chance to practice at home." Alicia had gone down to another dorm to shower, Angelina and I used the two in our dorm. They were sectioned off into stalls, so it was completely private. We had to scream so the other could hear. A simple silencing charm made it so no one outside the bathroom could hear.

Hot water was the best cure for slightly sore muscles. Fred and George refused to let anyone take me to the Hospital Wing to have the pain alleviated, so this was my only relief. They said the pain would 'man me up' enough to play next year. I had a feeling that they would have me practice every day if they could.

"Harry Potter," Dumbledore said. Cedric Diggory, Viktor Krum, and Fleur Delacour had just been picked as the three champions. Harry's name had just come out of the Goblet as well. I could feel Fred and George tense beside me. I couldn't tell if they were angry or proud. And to be honest, I was slightly mad as well. Fred and George wanted to be in this tournament more than Diggory, Harry should have told them how he did it.

"I do believe it is time to take our dear Marie down to the kitchen," George whispered as we were leaving the hall.

"I agree," Fred said, taking my hand. I gripped it tightly, struggling to keep pace with them. My legs were a lot shorter than theirs, and with my sore body on top of that, made the trip to the kitchens almost unbearable. I had never been into the kitchens before this. Hundreds of House Elves were scurrying towards us.

"Welcome back, Mr. and Mr. Weasley, would you like some cakes? And, what would the young Miss like?" The smallest elf of the group asked.

"Load us up," George started.

"Gryffindor is having a party tonight," Fred finished. The elves hurried away, and with in seconds came back hold jugs of Butterbeer and pumpkin juice, cakes and pastries, candies and sweets. Enough to feed all of Gryffindor tower. We smiled, bewitching the food to follow us.

Harry had not returned from the meeting with the other champions. Which worked out, because we had enough time to get everything set up. I got the old fashion radio in the corner of the common room to play some Weird Sisters. It was timed perfectly, once we were done, Harry walked in. Every one crowded around him, congratulating him. Fred and George were at the front of the group. I smiled. My boys. I stayed toward the back. I wanted to welcome Harry, but I didn't like how everyone was over crowding him. I felt so bad. Once Fred and George were finished talking with Harry, Fred came over to me.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, taking my hand and pulling me to the only empty space in the common room. His idea of 'dance' as a lot more fun than normal dancing was. We kind of just flailed around, making people laugh. Once the song was over, I pulled Fred to the side. George and Angelina picked up where we left off. I could hardly breath.

As I was trying to catch my breath, I could feel someone kiss my cheek. It was Fred. I stared up at him. Before I could blink, he was snogging me. I let it go, thinking I would wake up again. I probably got hit with a bludger and was passed out in the Hospital Wing, anyways. I wouldn't have to worry about having another dream like this until I woke up. Some one would call me soon, and I would wake up.

But no one called me. The only noise I could hear was the roar of the common room. I couldn't make out a single voice, all the voices formed into one. That was when I realized this wasn't a dream. Fred Weasley was really kissing me. Not the wimpy kissed him and George would give me while they were being playful. No. This was a real kiss. Fred pulled away for air. I took this time to pinch myself.

"What are you doing?" Fred laughed.

"Seeing if this is a dream," I answered, picking up where we left off.

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