You froze in complete shock, the sudden feel of his lips pressed against yours was just unexpectedly heart-stopping. The whole world seemed to stop at this very moment, whirring to a focused point in time which sent chills shivering up and down your spine. Without realising the world was continuing around you, you discovered the identity of this kisser. A swarm of butterflies flew rapidly around inside of you as you saw those big brown eyes of Oliver Wood. He smiled sheepishly at you once he had pulled away. The looks you received from others were mixed; some were thrilled, some were confused, and one person was highly jealous. The raging colour of his cheeks outran the fiery strands of his shining red hair, making it look pathetic against it. Fred stood a few inches behind his brother as he witnessed the sudden change of scene and felt the anger bubble aggressively inside of him. The gripped tightened dramatically on his broomstick and his muscles clenched. He scuffed around and stalked back to the changing rooms, not wanting to see anymore of this 'sweet' scene.

Although Fred would never admit it, it did have some sort of soft spot for his little sister's best friend. He realised this just now; at this very moment. He distanced himself further from the crowd, wanting to escape the hurt that grew around him. He scowled as he heard the upcoming footsteps of his concerned brother, George.

"Fred!" He called, jogging with his broom held securely in his grip as he chased after his fleeing twin. "Fred, wait up!"

"What?!" Fred spat, sending daggers towards his brother as his eyes begun to burn harshly. George halted a few feet away, stunned by Fred's swift change of attitude.

"Are you alright, mate? You seem-"

"Upset? Angry? Confused? Yeah, go ahead, pick one. I don't care. Just leave me alone, alright?"

"But, Fred-"

"Please, George!" George did what he was told and left his brother even though he just wanted to help him. Fred threw his broomstick across the room into the lockers along with the bat that was once held loosely in his grip. Fred had fallen silent as his ears echoed the sound of the loud thud. He stood there, alone. Whereas, you were giggling uncontrollably with your best friend once you had gotten changed back into your normal comfy clothes.

"I can't believe you go out with Oliver!" Ginny squealed as she skipped with you back to the castle across the growing green grass of the field.

"Ginny, it's literally been three minutes since he asked." You chuckled, shaking your head. She seemed to be more pleased than you were. Yes you thought that the age gap was a tiny bit far, but it was only three or four years, not that much. It excited you to think that someone in this fickle world actually cares about you. Yet, you are completely oblivious to how Fred secretly feels; as was everyone else for the matter.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. The time seemed to absolutely fly by when you were with Oliver. The amount of times he told you that he loved you was uncountable. He told you at least once every single day to let you know that he still cares about you more than anything in the entire world, maybe even more than Quidditch, and that's saying something. Even though your life had never seem so much brighter, there has been this constant thundering dark cloud that seemed to hover between you and Fred, his bolts of fury strike the very ground you walked on whenever he saw you with him. He even tried to knock Oliver off of him broomstick in a Quidditch match the other day, saying that it was an 'accident' and that he didn't mean for that darn bludger to go flying towards him in crackles of anger.

Although, when you had begun your forth year things began to change. Oliver did write to you as often as he could, but you hardly ever saw him over that long hot summer to your dismay; you hoped to have spent more time with him considering that you had all the time in the world back then, but no. Every time that you were free, he wasn't; and every time that he was free, you weren't. Overall, you saw him twice. Hooray.

You muttered angrily to yourself as you descended down the busy Great Hall at dinner time, muttering angrily to yourself as you cautiously watched any listening-in ears who tried to receive the tiniest of juices from why you were so angry. You sat yourself down forcefully next to Fred, hoping that he would somehow talk to you today; having ignored you for the past on and off days of each week that went by. Fred had his pale freckled face leant lazily into one of his large hands that easily out-stretched yours whilst his other loosely held a shining silver fork, sluggishly rolling one piece of broccoli from one side of the plate to the other.

"Where's your boyfriend, then?"

"He left last year, Fred." you tutted harshly as your eyes narrowed at his stupid words. Fred frowned.

"He's way too old for you." he mumbled to himself irritably as he force-fed himself the lonely piece of vegetable into his mouth and stared down at the almost empty plate that still remained full of shine, as if none of the food had even touched it at all.

"What's that, Fred?" You breathed in a bothered tone which Fred reflected exactly.

"He's too old for you," Fred repeated.

"Why do you even care anyway?"

"I don't, why should I?" he spat a little as he shovelled in a whole mouthful of food to stop him from saying anything that he may regret. He chomped and chomped down on the defenceless pieces of food as you scowled towards the angered red-head.

"Well, you have been such an annoying twit ever since I first started dating Oliver and have instantly disliked him ever since that day. You try and avoid me whenever I am around, you get up and leave every time Oliver is mentioned; even if it is the tiniest of bits-"

"Ok, ok! I get it alright! Why don't you just go cuddle up with your little friend and snog in the corner somewhere? It's what you would usually do!" That had done it, the final straw of your bundle had been withdrawn out of its hole and thrown away into the wind to fight for itself. You shot up from your seat on the table and grabbed a huge bowl of kiwi trifle from the crowded table and splashed it right down on top of Fred's head, squashing bits of cream and fruit into his once clean red hair as it squelched right over his locks and frown-filled face. Bits of cream and fresh cut kiwi had splashed all over him from the force of your shove. It dripped down his face and splattered on the floor below him, the white fluffiness of the cream and the juicy looking kiwi chunks contrasted against his pale complexion and red hair which was now completely covered in this delicious treat. George, who was sat next to Fred, was in the splashing zone and also got his right arm lightly sprayed with little bits of cream and only a couple chunks of that delicious kiwi. You angrily banged down the empty glass bowl down onto the spot it once sat in peacefully and stormed off and out of the hall, which was now filled with roars of laughter that erupted from the onlooking students of all years and houses. George swiped off a bit of cream off of his brother's forehead with his finger and popped it into his mouth, leaving behind a clear trail of skin that was now free of whipped cream.

"Didn't I tell you?" George muffled as he stuffed his finger into his mouth. "That those two broke up a week ago?" Fred lifted his cream covered face and tilted it heavily towards George.

"No."

"Oh, well now you know." George grinned innocently and desperately tried to hold back a howl of laughter at his brother's appearance.

"Thanks," Fred muttered with a huff.

"You're very welcome!" Beamed George, as if he had told him some important news (which he practically already did anyway).

"I was being – never mind." Fred mumbled with a heavy sigh. He wiped his finger along his cream-covered nose and removed the thick layer of cream, examining it in front of his big brown eyes before popping it guiltily into his mouth, flopping it back down onto the table after the cream had been wiped away.