HAHA YES! Okay, this is the LAST chapter for this fanfiction, but NEVER FEAR! I'm going to be posting the first chapter of my Next Generation fic soon! See, this fanfic was just leading up to my Next Gen fics (the prequel you could say). So watch out for that, kay? (If you can't wait that long, I suggest reading Amaya's fanfiction, if you haven't already. It's the only other fanfiction on our profile, and it's called For the Love of Twins.)

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Disclaimer: I am not J.K.R., but unlike her I am doing a Next Generation series XD

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Jewels

"GO GINNY!"

The whole Weasley family, including Hermione, Harry and Luna, were at the Holyhead Harpies game, cheering for Ginny. She had already scored five of the seven goals her team had scored in total.

Hermione had never been much of a Quidditch fan. She had gone to the Hogwarts games to cheer Harry, Ron or Ginny on, or if she didn't have any work to do or books to read. She hadn't really understood the game and nobody had taken the time to explain it to her. But now, as she sat next to Fred, he whispered the rules to her, and answered her questions. She found that she even slightly enjoyed the game now.

Waving to Ginny as she zoomed by, Hermione felt Fred take her hand and say, "Want to go get some snacks?" Hermione could hear some nervousness in his voice, so she went with him to the much quieter concession stands. After Fred had pretended to browse the different food for a while, Hermione finally pulled him off to the side.

"Fred, what's wrong?" Hermione asked, worriedly. "Don't deny it; I know you possibly as well as George does now."

Fred sighed, looking embarrassed. "I just, well, I just felt a bit - Agh, you'll think it's stupid." Hermione gave him a look and he finally said, "I got the strangest feeling that we were being watched. I don't think it's probable, but . . . I don't know. I just had to get out of there."

Hermione looked around. The only others she saw were a father and daughter purchasing some licorice wands. "Freddie, it'll be fine. Come on. Ginny needs all the support she can get!" Taking Fred's hand, she lead him back to the stands.

"Congratulations, Ginny," Luna said, giving her best friend a hug. The Holyhead Harpies had just won the game, and Ginny was ecstatic.

"Thanks, Luna," Ginny grinned, as she linked her arm through Luna's. "And thanks everybody for the party! It's really great."

Luna couldn't help but smile, thinking about how much more happy Ginny would feel in a few minutes. She could see Harry preparing his speech in his head. She could also see George over by the table of refreshments, looking slightly worried. Excusing herself to get some punch, she went over to George. "You look as if you've seen a Digweeded Hapsey. What's wrong, George? Unless you really have seen one, then please do not show me," Luna added, glancing around nervously. She hated those things. They scared her near to death.

"No, no, I just had a weird feeling earlier that we were being watched," George muttered. "It's especially weird because Fred said he felt it too. I mean, we generally feel the same things, considering we're twins, but this was a weird feeling that shouldn't have been there."

"I understand," Luna said, taking George's hand. "But perhaps someone was staring at you. I mean, we've survived the Battle of Hogwarts and were key parts in the destruction of Voldemort. People stare all the time."

George nodded slowly, half in shock at Luna's actually realistic explanation, and half in disagreement. The feeling had felt more stalkerish than admiring. But who was he to judge? "Oh look, Harry's beginning to propose!" he pointed out suddenly, as Harry got onto one knee in front of Ginny.

But even as Harry was making his grand speech, neither George or Fred could concentrate on his words to their sister. That feeling from earlier had unnerved them both to be sure. Though both of their girlfriends had tried to console them, they still felt very nervous.

". . . So that just leaves one question," Harry concluded. "Ginny, will you marry me?"

As an answer, Ginny flung her arms around Harry, kissing him full on the lips. Everyone clapped, and Mrs. Weasley began cooing over them both. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, and the twins soon forgot about the mysterious feeling from earlier. But there was no denying that they had definitely felt someone or something watching them.

THE END?