"Oh God, oh God! Dammit, dammit, dammit!" You gushed in a loud whisper to yourself as you took a handful of hair and gripped it tightly with your fists, pulling at the roots of your once perfectly made up hair which was now beginning to come loose. Curses and stuttering words flowed carelessly loud from your lips, unaware of the upcoming footsteps that were soon to arrive at the door of your dormitory.
"Of all people, Fred. It had to be Fred! He's my best friend's brother! For goodness sake, what is wrong with me?!" You thudded your balls of fists hard against your head as if that was the solution, knocking some sense into you, literally. All of this seemed so messed up yet completely understandable to you. He made you feel nervous whenever he was nearby, self-conscious about how you looked – good or bad, he made you feel happy most of all and he always knew exactly how to cheer you up and how to put a smile back onto your face.
"Fiona?"
You gasped. Alerted by this sudden quiet voice you instantly sat up straight and tried to look normal to whoever that may be. It was Ginny, followed by an exhausted looking Lavender who yawned greater than a blue whale.
"Oh, hi guys. I didn't know that you were coming up so soon."
"So soon?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah," you responded, your lie shaken by your conscience screaming inside of your head to tell her.
"Fiona, we saw you come in a moment ago, with Fred. Remember?"
"Of course, silly me. Well then, goodnight!"
"Aren't you going to get changed?" she chuckled.
"Huh?"
"Is your dress your new pyjamas?" You quickly looked down to the clothing you wore and swept a blush, your words stuttered by your feeble attempts to cover up the most wonderful experience of your life which was now withheld from being known.
"Oh, no! Don't be silly, of course not! I just... like wearing it, is all."
"A-ha." Ginny hummed. As she walked around her bed her eyes remained focused on you, like she was inspecting you to find out the reason behind this odd behaviour. You noticed her Sherlock Holmes expression and began to feel rather uncomfortable with her staring at you so much, you wanted to get dressed but you felt like you couldn't with her watching you like this.
"Do you mind, Ginny? I would like to get dressed." She turned on the balls of her feet to face the other way, allowing the lot of you to get changed without anyone looking. After everyone had gotten changed into their colourful pyjamas, you all settled down into your beds, tired yet wanting to have a little chat before bed. You could feel Ginny's eyes on you. Staring at you with such interest that you could feel it through every layer of your skin.
"So," she began. "You and Fred,"
"What about us?" you sighed casually.
"What were you two up to?"
"Saying goodnight," you snorted, trying to keep your cool without giving anything away that you had kissed her brother. It was pretty obvious that you two were saying goodnight.
"Yes, but-"
"But, what?"
"If you would let me finish then I will say it!"
"Sorry." You said as you shuffled down the covers to keep yourself warm from the cruel cold of winter.
"Did you two-"
"Did you kiss?!" Lavender interrupted excitedly, her smile beaming from her face whereas a scowl was fixed upon Ginny's because she was beginning to get fed up with everyone butting into her speech and stopping her from talking. Your focus instantly twisted round to Lavender, your hair (now tied up in a loose ponytail) whipping you right in the face when you turned. You could feel your heart stop for a second and then it sprinted to full speed ahead, pounding hard against your chest as you remembered that loveable teenager kissing you not even ten minutes ago.
"W-what? Kiss? Don't be ridiculous, Lavender! Of course we didn't! He's just a friend, that's all. Plus he's Ginny's older brother!" You said with nerves leaking from every word.
"So?" The two of them said together. You then rolled your eyes over to Ginny in the bed next to yours, a little confused.
"Huh?"
"I don't mind if you date my brother. I'm the one who has been trying to set you up with him in the first place!" She laughed. You laughed dryly, unsure how to feel at this moment. Should you tell her? No, that would be too soon. You had only just discovered your secret feelings for Fred moments ago and weren't entirely certain whether or not they were true. You simply shrugged in reply with a weak smile, hoping that that would be enough to satisfy them for an answer.
"I don't really like anyone anyway," you lied smoothly. The two girls looked somewhat disappointed that you didn't like anyone. "Well, goodnight!" you quickly shuffled down inside of the bed covers and flipped them over your shoulder so that they just about reached the edge of your ear. You didn't really want to talk about it just yet, although, you knew that this would be one of those moments where you will never ever forget. It was a moment where only you and Fred could keep locked away in your minds or thrown around into the sky, allowing the whole world to know about your happiness.
Not far away, Fred and George were having a similar discussion. But this time, George actually knew the truth about what really happened.
"You kissed her?!" George whispered loudly, a whole face of excitement swept over his pale skin at the thought. Fred's cheeks went a crimson red as he nodded, changing into his identical pyjamas that George possessed. George sniggered at his brother's face and teased him by the bucket load. "Awww, Freddy, how sweet! You've got ya self a girlfriend!"
"No, I haven't." Fred said as he pulled on his chequered dark red and brown pyjama shirt, buttoning it up slowly one by one.
"Oh? Did she reject you or something?" said George.
"Well, technically no. I kissed her and she kissed me back, but I didn't ask her that." Fred admitted. He could feel his cheeks burn up like crazy as he remembered what he had done and could hear the muffled sniggering coming from George who was loving every minute of this.
"Ha!" George belted out, laughing at how funny this was to him. Fred scowled a little as he put on the remaining clothing to his matching pyjamas and plunged himself down onto his bed. He threw the covers open and slapped them back down to cover him while he banged his head down onto the fluffy white pillow with a face redder than a cherry red tomato, not from anger, but from total embarrassment. George realised that he went a little too far and tried to mend his mistake. "So, er, do you like her?" Fred shrugged.
"I dunno, maybe." Fred exhaled heavily and stared up at the ceiling in thought, keeping in conversation with his brother. "I mean, I like her, yeah. But..."
"But what?" George asked.
"She's our sister's best friend!" Fred said gloomily.
"So?"
"What do you mean, 'so?'?" Fred asked, followed by a tut. George rolled over to prop himself up onto his elbow, cushioned by his dressing gown that was half-hanging off of the bed.
"What's wrong with you going out with Fiona? Is it the age gap?"
"No,"
"It's only a couple of years. Better than the whole Oliver thing – which I will never speak of again!" George corrected himself quickly as he raised up his hands a little from receiving a death glare from Fred. "Besides," He began, lowering his hands back down to the mattress. "I know that you like her, a lot, Fred."
"What?" Fred said a little worriedly, turning his staring eyes over to the mirroring image of himself beside him. "How did you?"
"It's pretty obvious, mate." George chuckled. "Plus we're brothers, twins. I know what you know, I feel what you feel- I don't fancy Fiona!" George speedily corrected himself again and flinched slightly from the look that his brother was sending him. George then gave Fred a smile filled with sympathy. "Fred, Freddy, Fred, Fred. If you really like her, then you should tell her. Don't worry about Ginny," He sliced his hand down in the air with one swoop, as if he was blowing away the worry in the room.
"Did you see the way she acted when I hurt Fi-Fi? She petrifies me, George!" The two of them laughed as they remembered the troll-like anger Ginny possessed that day. Once the laughter had died down, George spoke up.
"So, what are you gonna do about it?"
"I dunno, George." Fred sighed, seeming happier than he was a few minutes ago. "I'll think about it firstly, then decide what to do about it." George nodded in agreement.
"Alright, then. Night night, Freddy."
"Night night, Georgey." Fred chuckled as he blew the candle out and settled down for the night whilst thinking about what he could possibly do next.