Perhaps I wasn't really handling the situation correctly, and I was definitely not calm, but I honestly didn't know how else to act. But how would you act if you found one of your very best friends snogging someone you despised? I stood there glaring at them for a few seconds before Renae finally got the hint that I needed to talk to her, NOW.

"Uh, Draco, can I talk to you later or something. I really need to talk to Andi right now," she looked like a cross between mortified and terrified, not that I blamed her. I would feel the same way if I was caught kissing Ferret Boy. But, I would NEVER kiss him, so we're right back to the problem at hand.

"Sure, babe. We'll talk later…" he was whispering in her ear, smirking all the while. I think he knew how much I wanted to punch him in the face right now, and that was why he was doing it, to give himself another reason to try to fight me. When he left, he was still smirking, looking oddly triumphant.

Once he had completely cleared out of the alley, I turned back to Renae, ready to start the acquisition. However, before I had the chance to talk, Renae had begun to talk frantically.

"Look, Andrella, before you say anything let me talk first, please?" I knew by the use of my whole name she was serious, she usually just called me Andi like everyone else. I decided to let her talk first, because I couldn't think of anything that could possibly make this situation better.

"I…I never meant to fall for him. I really didn't. But remember when we got in trouble for setting off those dung bombs in Filth's office and we all had separate detentions?" I nodded my head, remembering exactly the time she was talking about.

"Well, I had to go into the dungeons to wash out cauldrons. Draco was also there…and well, we actually talked. And…I don't know I just left felling like there were butterflies in my stomach. I can't really put it into words, it just feels right when I'm around him," She sighed, looking into the far distance like a lovesick puppy. It would be cute if I didn't know who she was thinking about.

"The only reason I didn't tell you is because I know you don't like him, and that I wasn't supposed to like him, and I knew you'd act exactly like this," the last sentence was all jumbled and rushed.

"Seriously, though, Draco Malfoy?" I shook my head, still in disbelief. Out of all the promising boys in the school, and she choose him. I just couldn't understand why.

"I didn't question you when you told me who you liked. I was supportive all the way, and I still am," She murmured quietly.

"Oh, come on! That is so different! The person that I…like and Draco are totally opposite!" I said, my cheeks reddening as the twins looked at me suspiciously. They didn't know that I had liked anyone, but now that secret was out.

"I still supported you though. I mean, I know how much you like him. And I just wish you could be like that with me. I like Draco just as much as you like,…well, you know who," she told me, her confidence once again raising.

"I doubt that. But I mean, I just don't understand how this could happen, Renae," I shook my head sadly. But I was beginning to see her point. If she thought she liked Draco as much as I liked George, well, who was I to be mad at her for something like that?

"It just creeped up on me, the same way yours did. I never wanted feelings for him, it just happened. And it feels right. God, Andi, it feels wonderful when I'm with him. So can you please, please just get past it for me. I'm not saying you have to be okay with it, just…tolerate it?" she pleaded with me. And I could tell that she really meant it. I wouldn't ever understand how she liked a toad like him, but it was clear that she did.

"Well, fine, alright. But if he hurts you, I will personally kill him myself, understood?" I warned her, still not feeling quite right about all of this. But I was her friend, and I wasn't going to let something like this get between our friendship.

"Thank you! Andi, thank you so much! It means so much to me. I never want to loose you," She smiled widely, embracing me tightly. I hugged her back, agreeing that I didn't want to loose her either.

"Okay, now that that's all over…can we do something fun?" Fred asked. For a minute I had almost forgot they were there. I would say completely, but whenever George was around I was hyperaware of his presence.

"Yes. Yeah, let's just go do something fun," I nodded earnestly. Something fun was exactly what I needed right now. Something fun and carefree that would wipe all of this from my mind.

"So, Drella. Who is this guy? The one you like?" George asked with a mischievous grin. I groaned inwardly. I was hoping that they would just have forgotten that part, or at least not brought it up. But I knew them, and I knew that this wouldn't be a subject easily dropped.

"None of your business," I mumbled, feeling a sudden rush of heat on my cheeks.

"Aw, look, George. She's blushing," Fred teased, ruffling my hair slightly.

"Come on, you might as well just tell us. We'll figure it out eventually anyway," George insisted, trying to catch my glance. But I made sure that didn't happen. My cheeks were already as bright as the twins' hair, I didn't need them to be any redder.

"I'm not telling you. So you might as well drop it," I insisted, starting down the path back to the school. Hopefully once we got back into the castle I would be able to hide from them if they consisted with these questions.

"Fine if you won't tell us, we'll just have to guess," Fred countered, getting this determined look on this face.

"Will you tell if we guess correctly?" George asked, his expression mirroring his brothers. The twins being who they were, liked games. And sad enough for me, I knew how good they were at them.

"I suppose. But I have one rule, I'm allowed to pass on any question I feel like," I sighed, but made no promises. Honestly, I had no intention of telling them who I really liked, but I would amuse them for a bit longer.

"Fair enough, but only three," George agreed. I nodded my head and made a gesture with my hand, signaling for them to begin. We were just starting on the path toward the school, and it was still a good mile before we would reach the gates.

"Okay, first question. Boy or girl?" Fred asked with a wink.

"Seriously?" I shook my head at him. That really would be the first question they asked. Don't get me wrong, I had no problem with gay people or anything like that, but I wasn't one to play for both teams.

"Boy,"

"What house is he in?" George questioned.

"Gryffindor," I replied smoothly. So far, there weren't any touchy questions. And if there were, I would lie to throw them off trail. I didn't like lying, especially not to my best friends, but in this case it was necessary.

"How old is he?" Fred asked next.

"Pass," I answered back automatically. There were few too little Gryffindor sixth years for me to answer that question.

"What? That's a valid question!" He protested, obviously not liking the fact that I was making the game harder than necessary.

"I can pass on any question I want, it's one of the rules. Now, ask another one before I get bored and decide to stop playing," I yawned. Yes, the boys were good at games. But honestly, who do you think taught them the majority of what they knew? Someone once said 'Behind every great man is a woman,'. Frankly, they couldn't be anymore right.

"Okay, fine. Do they play quidditch?" George inquired, deciding that my unwillingness to answer the question was just a way to make this more fun. Clearly, he thought he was up to the challenge.

"Yes," I admitted. It was starting to get risky now, there were only four boys on the Gryffindor team as of now, and Fred and George being two of them. However, I never said anything about him currently playing quidditch, and that's the catch.

"Please tell me it isn't Wood!" Fred exclaimed, looking horrified.

"It's not Wood. But he is pretty good looking now that you mention it. A bit too obsessive for me though," I shrugged.

"Potter? He's a little young, don't you think?" George scoffed, looking down at me with an odd expression.

"Nope, not Harry. But he isn't that much younger than I am," I replied, knowing what was coming next, and exactly how I would handle it.

"Well, the only ones left are…George and I! And you don't like one of us, do you?" Fred almost looked scared for a second, but then he got that devious look on his face again and scooted a bit closer to me, swinging his arm around my shoulder.

"No, idiot. I don't like you or him. No offense, but neither of you are really my type," I scoffed, pushing him away from me lightly. I glanced back at Renae, winking at her when neither of the boys were looking.

"But that doesn't make any sense! There aren't any other boys on the team," George exclaimed, looking a bit annoyed.

"You asked me if he played quidditch, not if he was on the team," I corrected him, smiling to myself. I had handled the last question very well, even if I was flat out lying.

We had just reached the gates when Fred began with the next question. "Okay, what color hair?"

I had to admit, that was a good one. And I decided to go with a truthful answer, even if it would give things away drastically. "Red," I smirked at their confused faces as they tired to remember another ginger Gryffindor kids that played quidditch besides themselves.

"Red hair. Gryffindor. Quidditch…"George mumbled to himself. "No way! You don't like Charlie, do you?"

"Not anymore. Though, I have to admit. Fourth year, I had a major crush on him," I laughed at their expressions.

"Seriously, Charlie?" Fred gaped.

"Quidditch captain, gorgeous and not to mention that element of danger he has. Yeah, it's hard to figure out why anyone would like him," I rolled my eyes at them.

"You don't…no there is no possible way…" Fred mumbled, looking incredulous.

"What?" I asked, having a very good idea what his next guess would be. As we walked down the hall toward the Great Hall, I saw what I was waiting for; another head of flaming red hair.

"Ron? " George finished his twin's thoughts, sharing the same disbelieving look.

"You caught me," I laughed. They continued to stare at me blankly. " Oh, look there he is now. I think I'll go talk to him,"

With that I took off down the hall, to where Ron was standing with Harry. As soon as I reached them, I wrapped my arm around Ron's waist, smiling up at him while doing so. "Hey there, Ron. Harry,"

"Uh, hey, Andi. What's up?" Harry asked, looking a bit surprised at my sudden appearance.

"Oh, nothing much. Playing a joke on Fred and George, you know. Go along with it, will you?" I asked them, knowing this would be perfect if everything went according to plan.

"Sure, whatever you say. So what's the joke?" Ron asked, looking like he was happy enough at the minute to go along with anything I asked him too. It was probably really mean and selfish of me for doing this to him, but I knew that I would do it anyway. There is no way I was going to let George figure out how I really felt about him.

"Uh, I kind of told them that…I had a crush on you, so could you go along with it. But if you don't want to, I completely understand," there was a very small part of me that wanted Ron to refuse, but we both knew that he wouldn't.

"Umm, yeah, sure, okay," he stuttered, looking very flustered all of a sudden. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just go along with everything I do, okay? Oh, look they're coming over," I grinned. I glanced over at them, giving my best girly-embarrassed-giggle.

Then I leaned in very close to Ron, and whispered in his ear just loud enough for Fred and George to hear, "Let's go upstairs, yeah?"

"Anything you say," He answered back, grabbing my hand and starting to move forward. With a wink I waved goodbye to everyone and followed after Ron. The look on the twin's and Renae's faces was priceless. It took all my self restraint not to burst out laughing right there.

After we disappeared out of sight, I let go of Ron's hand. However, he seemed to have other plans, he pulled me into an emptied classroom instead. I was surprised by his actions, but didn't think anything of it. I was way too happy from the successful prank. I would probably tell Fred and George was really happened later, but for right now it was too much fun.

"Wow, Ron. Thanks for playing along! Did you see the look on their faces?" I grinned, replaying the whole thing over in my head again.

Ron didn't laugh, he was simply standing there looking at me what I could only guess to be a calculating expression.

"Ron?" I asked again, really studying him. But no amount of looking could've prepared me for what he did next.

Before I knew it, soft lips were pressed against mine and Ron's hand was cradling my face. I tensed up having no idea what to do. He had completely caught me off guard. But as soon as it had started, it was over and he was just looking at me again.

"Oh, Ron, I'm so sorry," I said sadly. I can't believe I had lead him on like this. I mean, I knew he had liked me, I couldn't have just let him could I?

"No…no, It's okay, I get it,' he said in the most dejected voice, looking at the floor with earnest.

"No, Ron you don't," I sighed, knowing what I had to do to set things right. "It's not that I don't like you. I think you're really sweet and cute but…there's someone else,"

"'Course there is," he whispered, keeping a firm gaze on the floor.

"Okay, listen. You're the first person I'm telling this to besides Renae," With that he looked up. "I really like you Ron, but…I'm…," I mumbled, the entire last sentence coming out as one giant mashed up word.

"What?" he asked, obviously not having understood me.

I gulped, taking in a big gush of air. "I'm in love with George,"