I'm sorry it's been taking me so long to update! But there's no homework over Thanksgiving break, so here's chapter five!
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Some answers to reviewers questions:
ChildsHeart: don't worry, there's a reason Anna's in Slytherin, but you'll find out much later.
KristyT23: if you read my note in the beginning, you would see that this takes place in Harry Potter's fourth year, but there is a Quidditch tournament in place of the Triwizard tournament.
George hurried out of the common room and sprinted down the hall to find Fred peeking into an empty classroom.
"Whatcha looking for?" he asked, causing Fred to jump about a foot.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" asked Fred incredulously.
"I thought you knew I was here. So what are you looking for?" he repeated.
"My date for the Yule Ball," said Fred, an evil grin sliding on his face.
"So you're looking for an invisible girl? Or do you have someone in mind that you're hoping is in that empty classroom?"
"Don't be a git, you know I wanna ask that Slytherin beater," he said.
"Oh, I see, you wanna ask Anna," said George, shortly before bursting out laughing.
"What the-" started Fred, as George roared with laughter.
"Get out of it!" shouted Fred, slapping George.
"I'm sorry but c'mon Fred you're asking some fifth year who hates our guts?" he asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am. And who says she hates me?" said Fred.
"Let me think…hmmm…well for one, she said so herself," said George in mock-thought.
"When was this?" shouted Fred.
"Well, actually, never, but she did say I was the nice twin," said George, grinning.
"Git, everyone says that! Wait a minute, are you trying to tell me that you're going to ask her too?" asked Fred.
"Well, yeah, maybe." Said George, shrugging.
"Sorry, but that's not gonna happen. You may be the nice one, but I am the good-looking one," said Fred.
"We're identical twins!" shouted George incredulously. "How the bloody hell can you be the good-looking one?"
"That's just the way it is, Georgie," said Fred, winking at his twin. Just then a familiar face with long, black hair was seen walking down the hall. Fred nodded slightly, and trotted off toward Anna.
"Hey Anna," said Fred smoothly, while casually leaning against a nearby windowsill.
What a git, thought George. Then, an idea popped into his head.
"Hey Fred," said Anna, not attempting to flirt so obviously as Fred did.
"Okay, let me just get to the point here," said Fred, causing Anna to raise her eyebrows.
"Aha!" whispered George, flicking his wand slightly just as Fred was saying,
"So about this whole Yule Ball thing, I think it would be best if-" he continued to move his mouth, but no sound was coming out.
"Umm…Fred?" asked Anna, with a nervous grin. Realization seemed to dawn on him and he began to swear very violently, though thankfully, he was still silenced. Then, he attempted to use sign language to ask Anna to the Yule Ball. But George was a step ahead. Laughing silently, he flicked his wand again, causing Fred's sign language attempt at "dancing" to become a very rude hand gesture. Anna looked offended, and stormed away immediately, while Fred tried to explain, forgetting he was still silenced.
George crept out from his hiding place, laughing loudly. Fred began to shout violent swear words again, still forgetting he was silenced.
"Now, now, Fred, you really ought to calm down, or I can't release your anger to the rest of Hogwarts yet," he said grinning. Fred took a deep breath, and stopped shouting.
"That's better," grinned George, flicking his wand.
"You…you. You. You." repeated Fred, pointing at George.
"Well done, Fred your vocabulary is improving already," said George. "Well, I'm off to the common room to see if Harry asked Ginny yet." And with that, he left a now dumbfounded Fred alone in the corridor, actually shaking with fury.
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The next day, after Charms, George found Anna reading in the Library. He walked up to her, and took a seat next to her.
"Hey Weasley," she said, not looking up.
"Hey Roth. How'd you know it was me?" he asked.
"You smell like fireworks," she said simply, a smile sliding on her face. George sniffed his sleeve.
"Blimey, these are Fred's robes!" he said. "What was he doing with the fireworks last night?" he asked himself. Anna laughed quietly, and looked up from her book. They continued to talk quietly for ten minutes. Then, as George brought up the Yule Ball, Fred happened to be behind a nearby bookshelf. "Excellent," he said, grinning. He waved his wand, and George suddenly jumped up and began to do an Irish jig.
"What the-" said Anna, who started to laugh. Fred walked up, grabbed George, and allowed him to continue his jig in the middle of the hall, while roaring with laughter.
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Two hours later, an exhausted George stormed into the common room, accompanied by Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who had been kind enough to lift the jinx. George carefully avoided Fred, and made up his mind that he was going to be less obvious when talking to Anna.
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The next day, Fred and George both saw Anna walking out of her Potions class. George deliberately walked the other way, as to avoid more two-hour long embarrassment. Fred, however, walked right up to her and, as he put one arm around her shoulder, led her into an empty classroom.
"What do you want Weasley?" she asked. "I have to get to lunch, they have roast beef today!" she said jokingly.
"Well," he said. " The other day, before I was silenced by an unknown force, I was about to ask you to the Yule Ball, as I'm sure you've figured out," he said, rather bluntly.
"Why?" she asked. "I mean, I'm a year younger than you, and I probably spend half my time in detention, the other half deserving it!"
"Because I've never met someone who was more like me before! I mean you basically just described me while you described yourself," he said. Anna looked up slowly, to see him still grinning. Honestly, she thought, Does he ever stop grinning?
"So," said Fred. "Will you go to the ball with me?"
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Meanwhile, there were only three days left until the Yule Ball, so George was getting anxious. He figured Fred was asking Anna at that very moment. He vowed to himself that he would at least ask her tomorrow, whether she said yes or not.
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Anna woke up the next morning to a knocking on her window. She looked up to see George Weasley knocking on her window with a beater's bat.
"What the-" she said, getting out of bed and opening the window.
"Yes, Weasley?" she asked, yawning.
"Grab your broom and meet me on the pitch in ten minutes," he said, grinning.
"Weasley! What the bloody hell?" she shouted. She was very curious to see what he had planned, so she got dressed, grabbed her broom, and ran down to the pitch.
"Okay Weasley, what do you want?" she asked.
"Now, now, Roth, be patient with me," said George, smirking. He mounted his broom and soared off toward the far end of the pitch. Anna mounted her broom as well, and, being a much faster flyer, caught up to him within seconds.
"Well done, Roth. But you need to be more than just fast if you want Slytherin to beat Ravenclaw in the next match of the tournament," said George.
"Are you serious? You woke me up at six in the morning by flying up to my window, and then brought me down to the pitch, so you could train me?!? " she exclaimed.
"Pretty much," said George, still grinning. "I want Gryffindor to play Slytherin in the finals, so you'll have to beat Ravenclaw."
"I can't believe this! This is for competition!" she yelled. Then, suddenly, she smirked. "I'll show Gryffindor a good game. Let me tell you, next time we play you, Harry gets no hints from me."
"That brings me to my next question, how did you find the snitch before Harry did? I mean he's the youngest seeker of the century and all," said George.
"I don't know, I guess I just have good eyes, that's all," she shrugged. Then, she smirked again. "I'll race you to the other end," she said.
"You're on," he said, taking off before she could say 'go'. Again, she caught up with him almost immediately. They were neck and neck, when Anna lunged to the side, trying to knock George off his broom. Instead, she fell off hers. George quickly realized, and dove faster than he ever had before to catch her. He took both hands off his broom handle, and caught her just before she hit the ground. He landed, got off the broom, and laid her down on the ground gently. She opened her eyes, and sat up.
"Thanks, Weasley," she said. George smiled, seeing she was alright. He then sat down next to her.
"I've been meaning to ask, was it you who transfigured Mrs. Norris?" he asked.
"Of course, Weasley! I thought you were the smart one!" she said exasperatedly.
"No, I'm the nice one," he said, grinning.
"Poor Fred," she said. "He gets no recognition! Although with his temper problems…I'd call him the hotheaded twin!" she said.
"Nah, he's the good-looking twin, nearly all of Hogwarts agrees on it," he said.
"Okay, first off, you two are identical!" she said. "That's absolutely ridiculous! I mean, I can tell the two of you apart, but that's because of your personalities," she said.
"So what about us is different?" he asked curiously.
"Well, Fred is rather hotheaded, but he's also more open and outspoken. He clearly loves getting credit for all the pranks the two of you pull. You, on the other hand, are smarter. You can hold back your temper for a longer time, and you could get out of a detention or two because, as I know you've heard, you are the nicer twin," she said, smiling.
"So you don't think I have temper problems. And you think I'm smarter and nicer. Blimey, I guess I did something right," George said, grinning.
"What time is it?" she asked suddenly. "It must be nearly breakfast."
"True. Listen Anna, I want to ask you something," started George.
"Go ahead," replied Anna apprehensively.
"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
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Cliffhanger! Who did Anna say yes to? Please Review! Happy Thanksgiving everyone!