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Chapter Six:

"Jason, can you pass me the orange juice?" I asked him one Saturday morning. Ever since I left Oliver that day in Hogsmeade, I have had no other choice but to sit with Jason and his friends.

The bad thing about that is Ron is practically his best friend, but I rarely pay any attention to him. Luckily that hadn't been much of a problem lately, since he wasn't speaking to Harry, and Jason was on Harry's side.

"Yeah," he replied, handing me the pitcher. I poured myself a glass and then took a sip.

"Harry, you really need to be focusing on the first task! You haven't done anything to prepare for it!" Hermione said, sounding more nervous than I had ever heard Harry sound while talking about the Tournament. You would think that she had a crush on him if it weren't so obvious that she like Ron.

"Please Hermione, calm down!" Harry replied, looking annoyed.

"How am I supposed to calm down when you aren't even trying to figure out what the task is?"

"That's kind of the point, Hermione. I'm not supposed to know what the tasks are. That's kind of the reason no one has told me," Harry stated and then looked back down at the Daily Prophet, as if he didn't want to continue this conversation any longer.

"Well, there are still things you can be doing to prepare you, you know!"
"Like what, Hermione? How on Earth do you think I can learn the perfect spell for the task? I could learn ten different spells and not one would be useful!"

"Well, as lovely as it had been talking to you lot, I really must be going. Lots of studying to do!" I stated not wanting to be there when a fight broke out.

"Bye, Ser," Hermione said, taking a brief break from her argument. Out of all of Jason's friends, Hermione is probably my favorite. She was able to help me with my homework, and was always there to listen to me when I needed her.

I stood up, waving goodbye to Jason, Hermione, and Harry and then head out. The next time I look up, I see a pair of eyes looking right at me, looking like they are in terrible pain. The eyes belong to Fred. I return his glance, but not with a sense of regret like his does, (which by the way he does deserve to feel) but with a glare that I had recently become famous for. I see a flash of anger from his eyes and then leave, not wanting to see him anymore.

I walked out of the Great Hall as quickly as possible, and once the doors shut, I broke down crying. I wasn't sure why I started crying, I hadn't cried for nearly a year, but for some reason, Fred finally got to me.

I ran as fast as I could to the deserted library holding back the tears as best as I could. I always knew that it would be safe to come here when I didn't want to be interrupted, since no one in their right minds would come here on a Hogsmeade weekend.

I ran to the back of the room and sat down in the corner, and finally let the tears run freely. I don't know how long I was there, but when I looked up, I could tell the sun was setting. But that wasn't the only thing I saw.

Fred was standing in front of me.

"Go away, Fred, I don't want to see you!" I cried, surprised that I still had tears left in my body.

"Ser, I'm not Fred," he said, looking down at me.

Now I felt really stupid. I should have been able to tell the twins apart, but now after nearly two years of not talking to either of them, I guess I kind of forgot how they looked.

"Well that doesn't make much of a difference, now does it, George?" I retorted, sounding very angry.

"Ser, what's wrong?" he asked, actually sounding genuinely concerned.

I glared at him and then said, "Why in the name of Merlin would you care? You haven't for the past two years! What made you all of a sudden care? Huh?"

"Ser, I know I have been a jerk, ignoring you since fourth year, and now I get it. I don't see that happy smile that I would always see at breakfast, or those cheery jokes that you would always tell Fred and me," he started.

"Don't talk about Fred. I never want to see him, or talk about him, again. I already have to deal with that from Hermione."

"Well, actually, Serenity, I came here to talk about Fred. You see, he hasn't really been acting himself lately. Well actually it has been for almost a year, and even before then, he was a little off. I think it started that day when Oliver asked you to Hogsmeade."

"What does that have to do with Fred?" I asked, really wishing that I could just be in my bed sleeping right now. Let me tell you, crying all day does wear you out.

"Because. He was jealous that you said yes to Oliver. He told me back in second year that he wanted to ask you out, but that he didn't have the guts to. He said he wanted to take you out to Hogsmeade the first time he could, he actually was going to ask you in third year, but then he chickened out at the last second. But what I'm really trying to say is that, the reason he said all those things two years ago was because he was so angry that whenever he saw you, you were always with Oliver, kissing most of the time. He just couldn't stand it anymore," he finished, looking down at me.

I was shocked. How am I supposed to react to something like this? I asked myself. George took a seat next to me, and we just sat their in silence. "Are you sure?" I asked after a while of silence.

"Ser, Fred and I tell each other everything, I don't think I would be here if he didn't tell me all this. You know me, I'm not one to lie," he said quietly.

Then I stood up and walked out of the library and back up to my dorm room.

I fell down onto my bed, overwhelmed with what George had told me. Of course he was just joking with me, Fred never liked me! We were just friends and that's it.

A yellow piece of fabric from my trunk caught my attention. I don't remember buying anything yellow recently, I thought to myself, standing up and grabbing the item of clothing.

It was a yellow dress that was about five sizes to small. Why would I have anything like that in my trunk?

Then it hit me.

It was the dress I bought the day I met Fred and George, and the day Fred kissed me.

Wait, he kissed me then. So maybe he did like me...

Now I felt like a really big jerk.

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