Oh, what have I done?!
I have had a crush on him since my very first year at Hogwarts. I play Quidditch with him, go to classes with him, and eat almost every meal with him. I talk to him every day! I even know the difference in his freckle pattern across his nose! I never get them mixed up.
But apparently I did anyway. I said yes to the wrong twin.
I thought that the Yule Ball would be the perfect chance for him to see me as more than a friend. We would dance in the romantic light of the Great Hall and get to know each other even better. I needed it. So, I dropped hints like crazy. But since they're always together, I guess Fred picked up on them more than George did. And Fred asked me out. What am I going to do?!
I don't want to go to the Ball with Fred! I mean, he's a fun guy and all, but he just doesn't know when to quit. You can have a conversation with George. That one time that I sneaked him away from Fred to help me with charms homework was so surprising. He not only knew the exact theories, but he knew how to make them seem like practical daily knowledge. He's not only handsome and funny…he's brilliant, too.
I guess I was just so excited to see that red hair and those brown eyes looking at me that I forgot to make sure who I was talking to.
I'll just have to suck it up and go with him. At least since they're always together, I'll get to see George there, too. Maybe I can still have a dance or two with him. I guess the whole situation isn't lost. I'm only going to a dance with Fred. It's not like I said I'd be his girlfriend.
Holy crap. What if he likes me? What if that's why he asked me to the Ball?!
No. No. No. That can't happen. I like George, not Fred! But I can't go out with George if Fred likes me. That would make things so weird for the two of them, not to mention for me!
Crap! Why do things have to be so difficult? Why did I have to get a crush on George of all people? Why not Cedric? He's strong and so good-looking. Why couldn't I have a crush on him like all the other girls in my year? Or even Lee! He's certainly not shy about telling everyone that he's asked me out at least five times. I wouldn't be having this mental debate if I could just like someone who I already knew liked me.
But no. I like George: the practical jokester. George: the class-clown. George: the secretly brilliant student. George: the boy with the twin brother that I accidentally accepted.
I've heard that he still hasn't asked anyone to the Ball. Do I dare hope that he's mad at his brother for asking me out? It would be ridiculous to imagine that he's holding out for me. He probably doesn't have a clue that I like him.
Why is being a teenager so damn complicated? I just want to go to the ball in my beautiful new dress robes and dance with the boy I like.
But now that won't happen now.
I just need to go down to the Quidditch pitch to practice for a while. Even if there's no Quidditch Cup this year, I need to fly out my anger and throw stuff for a while. It's too bad the twins won't be there. I'd love to have a go as Beater for a while.
Stupid Fred for asking me out.
Stupid George for not asking me out.
Ugh. Boys.