He watched her with a raised brow, his arms crossed, completely baffled. Apparently, for whatever reason, Rosalia was avoiding him. At first, of course, Fred put it down to her just being busy or something, but now he knew for certain, as he'd been hissing her name during the whole annoying process of 'learning to properly dance' for the upcoming Yule Ball, and she hadn't once looked over.
The ginger haired male smirked as he walked over, flopped down nearby. Rosalia shifted her gaze to him for just a split second before getting pulled up from her seat by a 7th year Slytherin who practically dragged her onto the floor. Rosalia bit her lower lip as she looked up at the older Slytherin male, raised brow as she said calmly, "Did I look like I wanted to dance with the likes of you?"
"No, but you will." the male smirked as he dipped her, making his friends crow aloud with delight. Rosalia looked up as she was held at an angle, and her eyes met Fred's. He looked confused, maybe even a little jealous? She gave a cheeky wink, but only a slight one, she reminded herself internally that she was in fact giving up on ever getting the guy of her dreams to notice her as more than evil or bad or an annoyance.
Fred watched the older male Slytherin and when nobody was looking, he raised his wand beneath his house robes and gave a quick swish. The ending result was the show off 7th year male crashing to the floor. George snickered and leaning in whispered "See? I told you you were only infatuated with the little princess. Now that's the Fred I know." giving his twin a celebratory high five.
Fred bit his lower lip as he watched Rosalia getting off the floor where she'd been knocked down by her falling Slytherin dance partner. He chuckled as the Italian spitfire had a go at apparently swearing at the older Slytherin male who'd asked her to dance in her native tongue. Quietly, he muttered, "Love it when she does that. Just not to me so much. When it's me, it's bloody irritating."
Rosalia stormed out of the 'ballroom' after that, setting off down the hallway. A tap to her shoulder had her turning around and she groaned aloud when she turned, saw Fred standing there, arms crossed, amused smirk on his face. "Aww.. Is the princess going away to pout now?"
"No, I just.. I have to get out of there. The bloody nerve of that jerk, grabbing me up like I'm a possession or something. I've no doubt my mother put him up to this, I've seen him and his parents at quite a few of my mother's parties." Rosalia fumed as she bit her lower lip and scowling asked, "And even if I were, as you so delicately put it, going off to pout, Weasley, what business of it is yours? I'm leaving you alone, is that not what you and everyone you know wanted?" while raking her hand slowly through her long dark hair, looking up at him intently.
He looked at her, she blinked, she couldn't really decipher the look in his eyes right now, but it was definitely at least 90 percent mischevious. So she was leaving him alone.. But he was going to start taking every opportune chance to hurt and irritate, anger and annoy her? She shook her head and started to walk away, his hand clasped around her wrist stopping her as he said quietly from very close behind her, "I never actually said I wanted you to leave me alone. I sort of miss the attention, maybe."
She turned around slowly, looked up at him with a raised brow, her free hand on her hip. "Obviously, that's not my problem anymore. I'm one of the evil ones, remember? Maybe everyone's right about me, maybe I was just bored." she lied quickly, biting her lower lip, her eyes darting around the hallway, praying and hoping that for once anyone would round the corner or something.. If she stood here too much longer, she'd cave in and she'd be right back where she started, irrevocably and hopelessly addicted to Fred Weasley.
He studied her with amusement as he leaned in a little closer, lazily lifted the rosary that sat delicately on her neck, smirking as he asked, "Do I make you nervous, Rosalia?"
She licked her lips as she looked up at him. A slow smirk filled her face as she leaned in closer and then said "No.. What you do make me, Fred Weasley, is angry, annoyed, hurt, confused and insane. I can't keep up with your many changing moods, I don't get why you do half the things you do, and sometimes the things you do that don't scare you, terrify me. But as far as making me nervous, no, you really don't. Now if you'll let me go." sharply as she tried taking her hand away from the light grip he had on it, his grip tightened slightly as he looked at her, confused expression on his face.
He hurt her? Things he did in fun, that could potentially be dangerous terrified her? Had she not been joking when she started playing her little 'flirting game' with him to start with?
"You should probably go, Fred. I've said too much already. Just forget I said any of it. God knows I'm going to somehow." Rosalia muttered as she got her hand free, practically bolted down the hallway and into the Slytherin commons room. A throat clearing behind him had him turning around, the 7th year Slytherin stood there, smirk on his face and his arms crossed, as he said casually, "She's promised to me, Weaslebee.. Just doesn't know it yet."
Fred glared and gave the Slytherin a hard shove as he walked past, stopping only long enough to say calmly, "That's what you think, mate." with his own smirk. He snuck back into the ballroom just in time to witness his brother Ron being dragged to the floor by some girl in their house and Hermione slightly pouting about it yet also looking in Viktor's direction with a raised brow and slightly goofy smile on her face before dropping her gaze to her hands, a note she held in them.
Fred sat there with his brother, talking and joking, laughing about Ron's dress robes which had arrived earlier, but in the back of his mind, the whole conversation with Rosalia in the hallway just now kept coming back to him, bothering him.