"Do you think she's mad?" You whispered to Fred who was sat beside you at the table, shovelling in a spoonful of mash potato into his mouth. Ginny was sat opposite you a few seats away near George, stabbing the sharp points of her fork into her chopped carrots. Fred shook his head.

"Na," he swallowed. "She'll get over it. Anyway, it's not like we did anything wrong."

"Meaning?" You asked as you prodded the piece of broccoli sat lonesomely on one side of your almost empty plate with your fork.

"If she wants to know what's going on, she should try harder." Fred grinned, popping in another spoonful of mashed potato into his mouth. George could tell that this was the perfect moment to cause more mayhem and decided to act right now. He shifted closer to his little sister and lowered his voice.

"Hey, hey, Ginny,"

"What, George?" She huffed, sounding irritable as she kept her eyes heavily focused on the carrot she stabbed more aggressively.

"Well Ginny, my dear sister. I have a little secret that is worth knowing and will get your ears a-ringing." George said with a nod and a grin. His attempts to make her laugh failed miserably as her frown only just increased.

"George, if you're not going to tell me properly then don't bother!" She growled a little too loudly. This caught Fred's attention and his eyes swam with panic. He hurriedly tried to think up of a way to distract everyone and to prevent George from telling Ginny that you and him were in a relationship. He shifted and shifted on his spot, clenching his fork in his hand, turning his knuckles white from the tight grip. He saw George begin to lean down to her height, getting closer and closer to revealing the secret truth. Fred shot up like a bullet from his seat and took action, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"FOOD FIGHT!" He then threw a large clump of mashed potato right into George's face, splattering both his brother and sister right on target. Every student in the hall quickly followed, throwing food at each other and across the tables to the other houses. Quite a lot of the Slytherins got baked potatoes thrown at their heads, knocking them down to the floor and making them take cover in fear, clenching onto large silver pallets for protection. They were the main targets for closer-range students, lobbing large handfuls of food flying at the person they hated the most. Malfoy got quite a lot of food thrown at him, but not nearly as much as Pansy. People yelled at her as the food splattered across her once clean robes.

"Enough food for ya, Pansy?!" Laughs echoed the howls and hoots around the large hall, even some of the teachers threw some food. Poor Hagrid was a target for the younger years, getting food stuck in his long bushy beard.

"What the hell, Fred?!" laughed George as he tried to return the favour to Fred, missing him by inches several times. To be fair, he had mashed potato clumped in his fringe; blocking his eyesight and preventing him from aiming properly. Fred dodged each and every attack, laughing as everyone tried to ignore the raging bellows of Professor Snape that were hardly audible.

"You know, what!" He laughed. George shrugged innocently and thrust a cream pie into Ron's face. Ron squealed and shook the cream off of him with a scowl fixed upon him. He scooped up a large piece of jelly that wobbled uncontrollably in his cupped hands, shaking all over the place whilst he tried to throw it to George. George ducked out of the way and the jelly smacked Hermione right in the cheeks, reddening it as her mouth hung open wide.

"You'll pay for that one, Ronald!" She shouted and picked up the gravy container completely filled with warm bubbling gravy.

"That'll burn me!" Ron said in fear.

"No it wont! Just smother you in revenge!" She laughed wickedly and chased after Ron like the snowball that chased him at Christmas. At this moment, Ron would happily have the snowball chase after him instead of an angry Hermione. Ron screamed the entire time he fled from Hermione, trying to swim through the bustling food-covered students. Just then, a large piece of beef came hurdling towards you. Swiftly, you ducked for cover beneath the long table; picking out the few bits of food in your hair and flicked it onto the blanket of food that covered the floor. You couldn't help but laugh loudly at the fearful first years also taking cover under the table, scared about being hit hard by those older than them.

Just then, after your laughter had died down, you saw a large pair of familiar feet jumping near where you were crouched. Their slightly scuffed school shoes were covered in all sorts of food; cream, gravy, pumpkin juice. Bravely, you crawled over (still underneath the table) to get a proper look of who these familiar feet belong to. Your hands squished into pieces of fallen cake and vegetables that lay helplessly across the floor, motionless and crumpled. You shrivelled up your nose but then snorted, flicking it off with one flick of the hand. Quietly, you crawled over to where the feet now stood and craned your head to one side to look up at the person who you thought it was. You grinned from being correct and you were about to scoop up some ice cream in your hand when they ducked down below and bashed their head in the process.

"OW!" Fred whined in pain and clutched his forehead in his hand. He took cover below when he saw who was in front of his face. He winked and grinned cheekily. "Alright, love?" He crouched down onto his knees and had to squeeze under the table from being so tall.

"Tut, tut, Freddy, starting a food fight!" You laughed as you picked out a piece of sliced strawberry from his hair and flicked it to the ground. Fred chuckled and shrugged.

"Was all I could think of before that blabber mouth told Ginny about us! Luckily, splattered his face just in time!" The two of you laughed and jumped from an empty goblet clattering down to the ground and rolling away. Fred had bashed his head against the thick wooden table while he jumped and he bit his lip down with a muffled grunt from trying not to say bad words, no matter how much it hurt.

"Aww, did little Freddy bash his head?" Cackled George. He was also taking a short breather under the table a few feet away on the opposite side of the Gryffindor table. Everything had gotten more frantic as the houses broke out into war, some teaming up with each other to take down the Slytherins in a pile of food filled with shame. Fred scowled with a laugh.

"Yes, blabber mouth!"

"Getting a little cheeky snog are we?" George laughed, winking. Fred threw a spoon at George's nose and it bounced right off it, tumbling to the ground beside George. "Hey! Might as well, no one's looking."

"Shut up, George." You and Fred said together between chuckles. But then Fred beamed a grin.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea." Swiftly, he hooked your lips upon his. Deciding that this was the best opportunity to steal a kiss from you when everyone else was busy. But, the two of you were interrupted by a shocked, surprised screech of a gasp.

"WHAT THE-?!" You and Fred split apart faster than tearing a piece of thin parchment into two. Your heads swivelled round to reluctantly see where that screech came from. Although, you had a pretty good idea who it was. And, yet again, your guess was correct. There on her knees a meter away from you three was Ginny, stretching her arm out at its full length and pointed at the two of you, her mouth gaping open in a large 'O' shape. Her eyes were wide and her expression was mixed, a lot. Clearly she was shocked, but you feared with what was about to happen, not knowing what lies ahead. "YOU – WHAT?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! I bet you knew about this all along, didn't you, George?!" She yelled to an onlooking George.

"Aw, this isn't fair!" George wailed, laughing. "They're the ones who dated behind your back and I get the blame for it-!"

SPLAT!

Ginny had thrust a large pile of ice cream, jelly and pieces of pumpkin pasties in the centre of George's face, smothering him with large amounts of food. George's chokes were muffled by the clumps of food and he tried to flap the food off of his face. Both yours and Fred's face fell with horror, pale and shaken with fear.

"Screw Death Eaters," Fred gulped. "I'm more scared of her."