Another Love, George Weasley

the champion selection

"Yes! Haha, yes!" The twins yelled, running into the great hall with potion bottles in their hands. The students around us busted into shouts and cheers, and my head shot up from my book to find my favorite redhead.

"Well lads," Fred said, holding up the bottle of liquid to show to his friends.

"We did it!" George exclaimed, smiling big. "Cooked it up just this morning," Fred finished, a proud smirk on his face.

"It's not going to work," Hermione and me said in a sing-song voice. Fred and George exchanged a knowing look before leaning down to be eye-level with us.

When George leaned down, his big, dark brown eyes looked at my light brown ones. His face was dangerously close to mine, making my cheeks go pink.

"Oh yeah?" Fred taunted, mainly to Hermione. "And why's that, ladies?" George asked, obviously holding in a laugh.

"You see this?" Hermione asked, pointing in the direction of the goblet. "This is an age line," I explain, pointing at the neon blue circle surrounding it, that's making a protecting barrier.

"Dumbledore drew it himself!" Hermione said it like it was the most obvious thing it the world. George looked at me, skeptical, and a smile slid onto my face.

"So..?" Fred asked, clearly trying to push our buttons. Me and Hermione scoffed quite loudly and turned his direction in sync. "So," I said, letting out a (little bit dramatic) scoff.

"A genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion," Hermione scolded, starting to get annoyed.

"But that's why its so brilliant," Fred explains with a smug look on his face. Hermione's face slowly turned into confusion and George noticed. "'Cause its so pathetically dimwitted!" George explained even further, making Hermione's expression turn back into a scowl.

Me and George looked at each other and I tried to not smile as I rolled my eyes at him jokingly. He sent me a cheeky wink before standing up and going to the Goblet with Fred.

"Ready, Fred?" He asked, opening his potion carefully. "Ready, George." He responded, opening his as well. "Bottoms up!" They said in unison, before drinking them.

I couldn't help but stare at George. I mean, his jawline looked so pretty when his neck looked up, drinking the liquid so delicately. The way his cheeks turned in as he sucked on the bottle...

I snapped out of my ... thoughts, when I realized that the twins were already jumping close to the Goblet and into the barrier.

My eyebrows furrowed after they stood there for a few seconds. Why aren't they getting thrown out by now? I thought.

"Yes!" They shouted, making everyone burst into cheer. I shook my head as a proud smile crept on to my face. They dropped their papers into the cup and waited about four seconds.

Nothing happened.

"Haha, yes!" George said, turning to Fred and giving him a high five. "Look, the Goblet!" Someone yelled, making my eyes bolt to the big cup. Its flames turned from blue to red...

Next thing I knew the Weasley twins were being thrown across the room, making me shoot up and run over to where they were standing. Harry came next to me and watched as their hair slowly turned white and big, grey beards grew on their chin.

With them looking like this, I couldn't even notice which was Fred and which was George.

"You said," One of them scolded, pointing to the other. "You said!" The other protested. Everyone started whispering and murmuring about how funny this was.