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Still Not A Good Idea

"Well?" Fred asked eagerly, jumping up from his place on the couch. I nodded and looked over at Matt who had been sitting on the couch too.

"Good" he said with a determined nod. "Any problems?" he asked. I shook my head and looked back at Fred who nodded with pleasure.

"Where's everyone?" I asked realizing once again I none of my other friends were in sight.

"It's almost ten, Hermione's already in her room, the younger students are sleep, George and Lee are off getting some snacks. I stayed behind because I was in a rotten mode about your distance" he said with a laugh.

"He was pretending to be in a rotten mood" Matt corrected as he stood up but kept his distance. "I should get some rest though; it's going to take a lot of energy to control the moods tomorrow during the game. Night Tammie, Fred." Fred nodded as Matt made his way off to bed.

"Do you think it will work? Do you think you really convinced her to be worried about us? I wasn't sure how much affection I should've gave when we saw her and, well, you kinda pulled away," Fred said, his voice still uncertain.

"Trust me, based on what she told me, it worked" I told him. I watched him go rigid, his face completely red. "Night Fred" I said kissing him before walking up to my room, glancing back over my shoulder to smile. As I climbed into bed I was glad all my feelings hadn't completely drained, or Matt had only slightly controlled my feelings; as I drifted off to sleep I wondered how much effort he actually put into this, especially if he thought Fred and I belonged together.

I helped myself to another bagel as I sat across from Fred and George and next to Matt, every now and then glancing over at Melinda who kept glancing at me. It was funny how concerned she looked, though I was glad, it meant she was a friend, but I didn't want her to be completely focused on it, I didn't want her to get clobbered by the Slytherins either. "I'm going to tell Melinda how stunning she looks in her blue robes, I'll be back" George said standing up and making his way over to Melinda who was now pulling on the string of her robe still looking at over at us; her eyes only shifting when George tapped her shoulder.

"Alright, remember, you're just trying to distract her, not freak her out" Matt whispered as he stood up. "Good luck" he added before walking out. I looked at Fred, still nervous, if things didn't go well, we'd break up, something I neither wanted or hoped. He gave me a wink and then changed his position, tossing a bowl over as he stood up.

"Fine then! I don't really care" he shouted storming out of the Great Hall. I stared after him, making myself look hurt beyond all reason, making my lip quiver. I shook my hair out of my face as I looked down and then back up, careful to catch Melinda's eye. She looked at me, started to mouth something but I shook my head, quickly looking away. I sighed, sniffed and then stood up, purposing going around so I'd walk pass her.

"Tammie, what the hell was that? Are you okay?" she asked, her voice full of concern. I shrugged as I shook my head.

"Don't worry about it…" I said trying to give her a hurt smile as I hurried out of the Great Hall, avoiding George's death glare. I hurried out of sight, just in time too, Melinda had followed me out but didn't seem to know where I went. Another Ravenclaw came out, the Chaser for the team, and then five more, all of them looking at Melinda and then headed outside. Melinda looked around once last time, her face full of worry before she reluctantly followed the others.

"I wish I told George what we were doing…" Fred said as we headed across the lawn toward the Quidditch field. "I can't now of course, but when he found me, he was mad, mostly at you, but at me a little" Fred explained as we feel in step behind a group of Hufflepuffs.

"Why was he mad at you?" I asked already annoyed that George instantly spoke to Fred about it without at least asking me what happened.

"Because I still want to be with you," he said as if it were obvious.

"Right, sorry." We fell silent again, as we got closer to the pitch, I could just make out Matt, he seemed to be holding two spots. "Hey," I said to Fred, pointing at Matt and the spots. Fred frowned, I could tell he didn't want to stand next to Matt, but he was helping us, we at least owed him our company.

"How are you feeling? Any effects yet?" he asked as we moved a few inches away from Neville.

"A little, I don't know, it's hard to explain, it's like, I want to care about him but I mostly care that he cares, does that makes sense?" I asked moving closer to Fred, as if I had to. "And my movements, they're forced, I don't want to stand this close to him but I know I have to because I don't want him to know I don't care…" I looked at Fred, hoping he wouldn't be too disappointed in my words.

"It's alright, I know it's Matt, that's not how you really feel" he replied patting my shoulder.

"Exactly, and Fred, are you doing okay?" Matt asked, just as we saw Lee Jordan go inside his box for commentary.

"Excellent, never better" Fred replied with great sarcasm. "I want to rip your throat out because you're the biggest threat, obviously, but at the same time I wish I had an invisibility cloak to throw over her so no one can see her." I laughed; it was just a strange thought, such strange words.

"Don't worry, you'll feel less insecure after the game" Matt told him now turning his attention to the field. I knew he picked the wrong way to phrase his meaning, even if he didn't mean it that particular way, that's how I heard it, that's how Fred heard it. I moved in the middle, blocking Fred's most direct route for his fist to make contact with Matt's face. I shot him a look and he shot me one back, but thankfully his brother joined us; though I was less relieved when I remembered he had no idea what was going on. He quickly starting speaking in a low voice to Fred who mumbled back, glancing at me every now and then.

I kept my eyes on George's wand hand until Madame Hooch announced the teams, Ravenclaw coming out from the left, Slytherin from the right. I held my breath as I searched for Courtney, maybe someone realized she was pure evil and kicked her off. I continued searching, spotting Draco higher up, if he was still on the team Courtney had to be. I spotted her, next to Pansy, I wondered to myself when she joined. This certainly wasn't going to be a fair game for the Ravenclaws or us, the Hufflepuffs probably already knew they were going to get clobbered, Cedric was no longer on the team. I turned my attention to the Ravenclaws, Melinda was holding her full attention on Madame Hooch, but her posture looked rigid, could it because of Draco or me? I wondered.

Before I could think anymore about it they were off, Madame Hooch had just thrown the Quaffle and the Chasers went after it, Pansy went after it, which meant she was a Chaser. I gulped, there was no way I would be able to avoid her dirty tricks completely. I darted my attention between Draco and Melinda; Draco seemed perfectly content in pointing at the other plays and making weird hand signals, I imaged those were plays. Melinda on the other hand was making herself practically unnoticed, staying in the background, no one seemed to remember Ravenclaw had a Seeker. Except Courtney.

Fred had to tap my shoulder twice before my brain allowed me to remember I liked him and wanted to give him my attention. "There" he said simply, forcing himself to sound as casual as possible, though I knew he hated this, I hated it, at least I wanted to. Some part of me did somewhere. I fought off the confusion and looked in the direction he was pointing; Courtney had just missed the Ravenclaw Keeper, by inches. It caught Fred's attention for the same reason it caught mine; Courtney was too close to miss hitting her. She missed her on purpose. I would've turned to ask Fred what she meant by that but I quickly saw.

Both the Ravenclaw Beaters zoomed over in an attempt to block their keeper, the Chasers knitted together as they gained up on Pansy who didn't look like she was trying very hard to score but merely do something else. My eyes widened a second before Fred mumbled the word "distraction" to me. I moved my eyes back to Melinda who just realized the same thing, though she was helpless, the Chasers were on the move in the opposite direction, the Beaters were defeating the Keeper from Courtney—no, Courtney wasn't there anymore, the other Slytherin Beater was, she just hit another Bludger, it missed, again, both the Ravenclaw Beaters moving in close to fend it off but it went over their heads, back toward Courtney who was targeting Melinda.

"Shit" I hissed as I started fidgeting, I knew I couldn't do anything, nor could Melinda, no matter what way she went she wouldn't be able to block Courtney's attack and the two Beaters would've never made it over, they were too far away, unnoticed. "Do something" I shouted at Matt, punching his shoulder. He looked at me, his eyes were sparkling, like they were dancing; was he enjoy the game that much or did he did he get some kind of sick pleasure watching what was about to happen between his sister and Melinda.

"There's nothing to do Tam, just let it play out" he replied, looking back to the sky. His tone was light, playful, he was enjoying it, he was waiting, no, hoping Courtney would knock Melinda out. Had he playing me too? I wondered but forced myself to look back at Melinda who was still trying to move out of harm's way as Courtney shot the Bludger off in a random direction. Why did she do that? I asked, frowning, right, she wanted to drag it out as long as possible. But if Melinda knew she was going to get hurt why was she going higher, she'd only have further down to fall. Was she trying to signal for help? I asked as the Bludger came back toward Courtney. If I used my imagination I could see the excited and determined look on Courtney's face as she drew her bat back and took aim.