A/N: Sorry that its way overdue. Hope you like it. R & R
"OWW!" Scarlett shrieked gleefully, flying through the middle hoop, bonking her head against the metal and dropping the Quaffle through the hoop. "You have got to be kidding me- that was awesome! Oh…pain…"
"Do you need me to kiss your head to make everything better?" Fred yelled up from the bottom of the pitch flirtatiously- though it didn't seem very much so, since it was below freezing outside, his teeth were chattering and he was, well, yelling. Scarlett grinned at him, ducked her head, and swooped down to a distance where she didn't have to scream her lungs out to be heard by him.
"Very appealing, but no. I think I injured Wood and he is looking somewhat downcast in spirits," Scarlett smiled at Fred, looked at a far less downcast and far more livid Wood over her shoulder and turned around and flew over to help him up. Oliver lay on the Quidditch pitch, clutching the shoulder in which Scarlett had rammed into as she tried to get the Quaffle into the hoop.
"Bloody hell, Scarlett. Are you sure you aren't trying out to be a human Bludger? If I ever see that type of aggressive behaviour on the Quidditch pitch again, except when we're playing against Slytherin, then-" Oliver's thick Scottish-accented voice paused as he began pondering how he could use Scarlett as an offensive mechanism for some probably partially illegal Quidditch move against Slytherin.
"Mr. Wood, please let me rest assured that you only meant the Slytherin part theoretically. I'll ask you not to repeat that sort of thing ever again or at least not for the next forty minutes, as you will be sharing the pitch with the Slytherin team." said Professor McGonagall briskly, eyeing Oliver Wood sternly. He only nodded. Scarlett rolled her eyes, wondering when the lecture would end.
"I saw that, Ms. Winterbourne." McGonagall said, looking at her imperiously, through her green eyes, before turning and walking to the other end of the pitch. Wood waited for her to be out of earshot, for some reasons unknown and then continued….
"If I ever see that behaviour again then-"
"Wait, why is McGonagall here? She didn't show up for tryouts last year or the year before..."
"She was here to select the next Hogwarts Quidditch commentator. Last year it was Lorcan Abbot, but he was a seventh year, so he left school. Anyway, if you ever pull a crazy stunt like that again, I will personally-"
"Who is the commentator this year then?"
"Do you ever stop talking? I will repeat this for the last time. If you ever ram into the keeper on any other team besides Slytherin, I will personally take you off the team. It could result in a bad-", but exactly what it could result in Scarlett never heard, because she hugged Oliver tightly as soon as he mentioned her on the team.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank youuuuu!" Scarlett shrieked delightedly for the second time that day as Oliver Wood handed her a Gryffindor jersey. Oliver looked her in the eyes seriously and for a couple very awkward seconds his intense dark green eyes penetrated her honey brown eyes as he glared at her strongly, as if he could, through some insane eye reading system, see whether she was the right person for the team. When he seemed happy, in his very insane own way, she spun around and ran over, still clutching the jersey ecstatically, to Fred, George, and Lee. Lee was looking slightly crestfallen.
"How'd it go?" Fred and George asked her, curiously, leaning over to see what she had stuck behind her back. Scarlett shot them a glare.
"You know what?" she shot at Fred and George fiercely. Lee seemed perkier than before, as if gladly anticipating the viewing of a Scarlett lecture, so she shot him a glare, too. "I am so tired of you guys being identical! I mean, I know you are twins and all, but it honestly isn't that funny."
Barely gasping for breath, she rambled on, "you know, Fred, if we're going to be ( she put her hands in the air and made quotation marks), together, then the whole twin thing is going to have to stop."
It was as if the twins and Lee had been holding their breath the entire time in nervous anticipation- when Scarlett stopped talking they all exhaled and started laughing. Soon even Scarlett was laughing. When all the laughter had faded out, Scarlett revealed her jersey to them and they all cheered for her.
"Did you get Seeker, Lee?" Scarlett inquired and started wiggling her eyebrows quizzically. She smiled at him.
"No. Apparently he already has someone- a first year. Can you imagine that? An ickle firstie gets to have the position instead of me." Lee replied bitterly, genuinely upset.
"Ok… I would give you a really extended hug, but you'd probably have to check with him," she jabbed her finger Fred's direction, "first. He might get jealous…" She stage whispered, and pointed her finger at Fred, as if she were gossiping. He grinned at her and folded his arms around her. Scarlett smiled, and looked up at Fred happily. It was WAY below freezing, and now she was finally warm again.
"I reckon he might. But, it's worth the risk, isn't it?" Lee asked, giving her a cutie boy face and outstretching his arms her way, a little boy reaching towards his mother. Looking him up and down really slowly, she shook her head, acting as if she were positively grossed out.
"Just kidding." Scarlett stated matter of factly and hugged him sweetly.
"Really, wow. A lot of drama over not that much of a deal. The boy who got Seeker was Harry Potter... what did you expect? He's bloody famous! And Ron's friends with him…too," George, or at least the twin who wasn't hugging Scarlett- you never know, Fred might really be George- and that would make George, Fred,- stated looking as if he hardly believed what he was talking about.
"My, err- your brother Ron? The ickle Ronnie-kins? The one who said that famous people were only famous because of random things and they probably weren't even nice. Whoa. But honestly, Lee, maybe next time?" Scarlett said looking very dubious about the Ron thing.
"Well, I get to be commentator. McGonagall choose me…" Lee declared proudly and puffed out his chest.
"Cough cough Percy."
"Cough cough bighead."
"Vampires can fly!" Scarlett added at the end, receiving a look from the three boys that stated very clearly what is the matter with her? "Err… never mind that. Can I see your jersey, Fred?"
Fred gave it to her and she gave him hers. "Thanks. Wow, yours smells really good." George and Lee gave the two of them very strange looks. "I'm just saying, errr… theoretically…"
"Ok. Team members please assemble here. Any non-team members are welcome to sit in the stands and freeze their butts off. Thanks. Yep, bye!" Wood shouted over the whistling wind, from way over on the other side of the field, kissing a black haired girl quickly and waving her good bye as she scuttled off the field. Lee looked as if he wanted to come over for the Quidditch team talk, but decided against it and he too bustled off the field.
"Ok. I want you all to leave your jerseys on the ground of here."Oliver said as he pointed to a spot near the corner of the field. "Now, this year we've got a couple of new players so I'm going to point at you, and I want you to say your name loud and clear please. I'm Oliver Wood."
"Angelina Johnson."
"Harry Potter."
"Fred Weasley."
"George Weasley."
"Scarlett Winterbourne."
" Katie Bell."
"Okay, good, our next practice after this one is tomorrow- don't forget- or you'll be off the team. We just can't lose the Quidditch Cup to Slytherin another year. " Oliver added threateningly, glaring at each player slowly in turn, as if they were secretly hatching plots to quit and make Gryffindor lose the Quidditch Cup. "So, you lot, grab your jerseys and go and change!"
Scarlett grabbed her jersey and started walking to the changing rooms, chatting amiably with Angelina and Katie about Quidditch and how serious Oliver was about winning, even –if not completely sincerely- threatening the players, something that seemed to Angelina to be "completely logical", to which Katie snorted and retorted "buffoon".
"Holy shit; I think I got Fred's jersey by accident." Scarlett cursed quietly, biting at her lip as she yanked on Fred's Quidditch jersey, pulled on her jacket and ran across the field to the boys changing room.
"But you can't tell Scarlett."
"That's surprisingly low even for you, Fred…" Scarlett heard Lee say, followed by snickers and then an odd sort of contemplating silence.
"What's surprisingly low for Fred?" Scarlett inquired.
" Blimey!What the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to look at us while we're naked, again? " George asked shocked, wearing nothing except a teeny towel that he had used to cover his body as he saw her. Someone behind him cursed a very crude swear word.
"Bloody hell no. The last time I was scarred for life already, without you shrieking like a pitiful girl. Anyway, don't act like it's that big a deal. I've seen you and Fred naked a million times without you worried about it."
"Hi umm Scarlett."
"Hi Scarlett. You do know this is the boys changing room and that this is technically punishable by the Quidditch guidelines, unless it is an emergency. Is it an emergency?
"Oh, hi Lee. So, what was surprisingly low for even Fred?" Scarlett replied, ignored Oliver's stern comment, and gazed over George's shoulder at Lee, who was wearing his school robes and looked altogether glum.
"Bloody fantastic." Fred muttered under his breath as Lee replied.
"Oh well nothing. You know. He stole my Quidditch jersey, because Fred's darn gone and lost his. And in the last five minutes, too!"
"Hi love, I completely understand the fact that you can't keep away from me for a single second of your life, but, as my twin stated; what are you doing here?" Fred smirking in the way that Scarlett knew made normal girls swoon and faint. Her heart pounded a little faster.Only a little.
"Hello Fred. I came to give you your Quidditch jersey, which you would know if you had actually started changing…." Scarlett commented, smiling widely. Fred shrugged.
"So where- might I ask- is the jersey?"Fred asked, and Scarlett instead of replying took off her jacket, took off the jersey, stuck out her hand and waited.
"Nice bra." Scarlett looked down at her dark blue bra. Oh Merlin's baggy trousers. She'd gone and forgotten to wear something under her jumper. Scarlett looked at the boys around her, hoping they hadn't noticed, but realizing they had, as she saw that they all seemed to have taken a massive interest in various objects nowhere near her.
"Perverts. Give me the jersey…", Fred tossed her the jersey and she pulled it over her bra.
"So, was that really all that is extremely low, even for you? 'cause I know that you have an awful tendency to bombard my waffle towers when I'm not looking." Scarlett fake glared at him for a second, but then realized by his slightly guilty expression that something was wrong.
"Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. Tell meee! Is it to do with George?" Fred pulled her closer, and she could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as he gave her a soft and sweet kiss on the lips, turned her around, and led her to the door of the boy's changing room. "uggh. You're not going to tell me, are you? I'll just leave then. No more waffle houses for you!"
A/N: I wonder what Fred's secret is. Now that you've read it, please do review! Guess what the secret is! I can't wait to hear what you think.
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