A/N: How long has it been? Like 713 years? Well, I've recently read a really good fic called "Promise of a Lifetime" by alb33 and it inspired me to update this fic, even if it's not nearly a hundredth as good! Happy reading, and please remember that this came from my younger self.

"Morning love!" Fred exclaimed, jumping on my bed.

"Yeah, get up sleepy head!" Shouted George, landing on top of me.

"Geroff o mneee Jooorrrrrrrjjj." I said, my voice mufled as I hid my head under my pillow. It was Saturday, the day of the Quidditch tryouts.

He sat next to me and soon the other girls were throwing pillows at the hilarious twins. "C'mon! Get up! Let's eat breakfast! I'm hungry..."

"Yeah! I heard that the elves are making golden-brown blueberry waffles..." Fred stated as he rubbed my back under my shirt in a sing-song voice.

That got me. He knew that was my favorite breakfast. Also, his backrub was quite enjoyable. I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, knocking Fred and George off my bed. I came out a few seconds later wearing a loose shirt which read "Cool Kids Don't Dance" which I tucked in my back belt loop of my stretchable skinny jeans. I walked back out shaking my head, trying to shake off the excess water from my hair. I saw Fred and George lying down on my bed and I pulled the sheets under them, causing the boys to roll out of my bed.

"Hey! What was that for?!" said Fred.

"Well, the least you could have done was fix my bed! What are you guys doing here anyway? Boysare not allowed in girl's dorms without permission." I asked firmly.

"Hermione gave us permission." said George like an innocent little boy. "We swear!"

"Hermione..." I moaned. "Well, help me fix the bed!" They immediately obeyed and started to fold the sheets, straighten the mattress, fluff the pillows and spread the duvet. "Good. Now, shall we go to The Great Hall?"

"Yes, we shall." said the most handsome guy in the world, as he held out his arm for me. I gladly took it as his twin did the same.

We skipped merrily down the steps, toward the Great Hall. As usual, we sat in our normal places. Fred happily passed a plate of blueberry waffles to me while wiping a dollop of buttercream on top.

"Thanks, Fred." I said in awe and gratefulness while blushing.

"No problem." He said, also blushing, while the rest of the gang looked at us for a moment then began chatting again.

We had fun at breakfast; sharing more jokes, lame pick-up lines, etc. After eating, we all decided to practice on some of our flying before the tryouts. I was given a Firebolt, so it was pretty fast.

"You alright, Bella?" Fred asked as we finished our little race. I won with my broom, of course.

"Yeah, I'm fine! It is really fast though, but I'll get used to it in a few more races!" I replied, assuring that I was alright.

-Fred's POV-

"Hey, Bella!" I called.

"Yes?" she responded.

"Wanna have a little contest?"

"Like a race?"

"Sure!"

We set ourselves on a starting point. Hermione shouted, "On your mark, get set, GO!" We started flying as fast as our brooms can take us. I was able to catch a glance at Isabella for a few times, her hair flying behind her beautifully. She was pretty fast, given that her broom was a Firebolt. She won, of course, landing graciously on the field of grass. Even with her hair a mess, she was still something you'd want to look at.

-End of Fred's POV-

"That race made me hungry! Did you pack lunch, Hermione?" asked Fred.

"Yes, I did." said Hermione, unpacking a little brown picnic basket.

"Alright! Blimey, I thought I'dve had to go all the way to the kitchen." Exclaimed Ron, digging through the food.

We went to the Quidditch Pitch after, seeing as it was already 3:50.

As we entered the stadium, some rows were filled with excited spectators, wondering how long it will be until the action began. We saw Angelina exiting from the dressing room, beaming at the group that wished to be on the team.

"Alright! One straight line, please! Thank you!" ordered the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, dividing the people into two groups, after they formed a single line. Angelina put Ron, George, and I in group A, and Fred and Harry in group B.

Fred on the opposing team? Well, gotts beat him to impress him. I kept thinking to myself as Fred wished me luck and we walked opposite directions on the field.

As I walked to the goal hoops, I looked around. I didn't realize that so many people came to watch the tryouts. Damn Quidditch Fans, I thought.