A/N: So apparently people actually read this story, so... here you go. And thanks for reviewing by the way.

"GEORGE!" I scolded him as we were walking out of the Great Hall, Harry, Ron and Hermione mildly shocked. "I HATE YOU!"

"Well, it was the only way to get it out of you. I knew you loved my handsome twin..." George stated casually.

"How long will this last?!" I questioned him with a glare.

"About 15 more minutes. I didn't put that much..."

"Good. Don't you dare ask me anymore questions until it wears off..." They all nodded.

"I can't believe it... I mean, I knew you liked him but as a best guy friend," Hermione said as her face was still in shock. "Nothing more... Why didn't you tell me? I'm your BEST friend..." She asked me slightly hurt.

"Well, I only realized it this morning, after Dumbledore called us to his office..." I stated. "Don't you guys dare tell Fred." I warned them sternly, they nodded again.

A few minutes later, I felt the potion wear off. "Why don't you want to tell Fred?" George asked me after a long moment's silence, looking down while we sat under the beech tree alongside the Black Lake.

"Well, I don't want to ruin the friendship we already have. I mean, come on! You know who he went with to the Yule Ball last year! Angelina Johnson. She's the same age as you two! He treats me like a kid - I'm two years behind you guys." I stated as I realized, Of course. Why didn't I see it before? I mean, two years? Am I really that dim to think it was possible? I kept waiting for him to ask me, turns out he had someone else in mind. To make him jealous I accepted Dean Thomas' invitation - who, by the way can never be compared to Fred - but it didn't really go so well.

"Come off it, Bella!" Started Ron.

"Bella, everybody adores you. You're firm yet free-spirited, and that's what makes you the - what's the word..." Hermione started.

"They call her the Gryffindor Princess." Harry said.

"Exactly! And he's the Hogwarts Prankster. It's meant to be." She continued.

"And what does that make me? Some next-door neighbor?" George chuckled. "Tell him-"

"No! He still has feelings for Angelina, I know it." I said, looking down with my knees under my chin, playing with the grass below me.

"Hey guys!" A voice I distinctly recognized, Angelina Johnson. Ohhhh great. "Quidditch tryouts on Saturday so, Harry, Ron, George don't you dare miss it." She said sternly.

George nudged me in the ribs. "Hey, sign up." George whispered faintly into my ear. "You could impress Fred. We all know you can play." It was true, I can play. I knew how to play since I was just nine years old but I was to preoccupied with school that I had to stop.

"Alright." I said with a smile. "Hey, Angelina," I said.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Could you sign me up?"

"Sure Belles! What position? We really need a back-up seeker. How about that?" I could see the Snitch during games well enough to fly after them so, why not?

"Sure." I replied happily, while Harry beamed at me.

"Alright! This Saturday, four on the dot. 'Kay?"

"Yes mother." George, Harry and Ron confirmed.

Angelina smiled and looked at everybody looking at George a second longer. "Bye guys... George. She blushed and fluttered her eyes as she gazed at George then walked back up to the castle.

"She so wants me." said George, looking pleased with himself.

"I thought she liked Fred?" I asked confused.

"No. That was just last year - I think." Hermione stated. "I guess she likes George now..."

"Well, that's good for you! Isn't it? Fred's single." Ron said jumping up and down as if he won the lottery. "Never thought I'd be urging someone to ask my brother out. But oh well. Go win him!"

"He's not a prize, you idiot." Harry said, pulling Ron back down by his robes.

I sighed and nodded. I said, "Well, let's get back inside for our afternoon classes..." We went back up to the castle, not another word escaping our lips.

~At dinner time~

Again we sat in our places in the Great Hall. Before Fred sat down beside me, he kissed me on my head. "So, how was your day, love?" He asked me. "What did you guys talk about in lunch?

"We all looked at each other and Harry said, "Uhhh... Quidditch. Try-outs on Saturday at four. Bella's gonna go for back-up seeker..." I stomped on Harry's foot under the table. "OUCH!"

"Hey! That's great! You'll practice with us and everything!" Fred exclaimed, clearly happy. I smiled at him as I looked at him. Like, really looked at him. As difficult as it was to comprehend, I think I'm falling for this lovable redheaded prankster. I looked down after what felt like forever, staring at my empty plate, grinning, blushing.

"Well, Angelina's sure enjoying twin time..." stated Hermione in a singing sort of tone.

Fred who was looking at my face through my sheet of hair, finally looked up, coming back down to earth. "Huh? Whadoyou mean?"

"Don't you still like her?" Asked Harry with interest.

I looked up also, interested.

"Nahhhh... She was just a one-time thing." I silently sighed in relief. George nudged me again and I looked up at him, beaming with delight. I couldn't help it. I had a chance with Fred.

Sorta.

"Why? Does she like you?" Fred referred to George.

"Well, I took her gaze, blush and flutter of eylashes as a flirt. Women." Said George, laughing airily.

"Boys..." Hermione and I shook our heads in unison. I smiled the whole dinner with a new hope for what may come.