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Interrogation [chapter 23]

Shouts from all over the arena erupted as someone caught the snitch. The guy from Fred's team, the girl had recognized, won the match. In a way, that was a good thing for her. She'd actually have some money to work with since the twin's bet had worked out in their favor. On the other hand, she'd now have to deal with Fred's boasting. Great. Simply terrific!

"Told you we'd win," Fred was next to her ear with a sly smirk, gently picking at his sweater covering her shoulder.

She swatted him away angrily, "Shut up. That was just pure luck." She hated losing to Fred because it always made him way too cocky. He needed to be humbled, and she was the perfect person to do it. But she couldn't do much without any material.

"Sure it was," Fred shouldered past her. He turned around and walked backwards, smirk still ever present on his face. "It was pure luck. Just like how that snake got under your pillow by the purest of luck." Fred waited a moment for the recognition to register on her face; an airy chuckle slipped past his lips when it did.

The bastard was referring to the beginning of last year. He must've done it one of the times Hannah had let the twins into their dorm while she was grabbing something and didn't trust them in the Slytherin common room. Of course that was a better solution, right? Wrong. They'd (she was assuming mostly from the persuasion of Fred) turned one of her stuffed animals into a snake. It hid under her pillow until bedtime.

And the worst thing about it all was that she didn't even know about it until the middle of the night when she woke up screaming and a snake wrapped around her neck, hissing by her ear. That was the day she realized just how fast news could spread around Hogwarts (the entirety of the student body knew of this disaster before the following day was over).

It was also the day she learned morals could be thrown out the window when it came to getting back at Fred. That snake could've killed her (and quite frankly, being strangled to death wasn't on her bucket list). So from that day on, whatever small amount of guilt she felt for acting the way she did towards Fred was thrown out the window.

Anything goes.

She scowled as the memory finished replaying in her mind, "You're a monster."

"Just for you," he cooed in a sickeningly sweet tone. He only laughed harder when she tried and failed to trip him.

Their bickering continued up until they reached the Weasley tent. And even then it only stopped because Fred's teasings turned their focus to Ron. Poor, lovesick Ron.

Ron looked crazed as he stood on a chair so he was at eye-level with Fred and George. "There's no one like Krum!" he declared boldly. The ginger's words seemed dangerously sincere.

Even so, the twins would make their jokes as they pleased.

"Krum?" Fred started their banter off. George repeated the line.

"He's like a bird, the way he rides the wind," Ron continued on. "He's more than an athlete," the boy started, stars dancing around wildly in his eyes, "he's an artist!" The twins repeated a mixture of 'Krum' and 'Dumb Krum' over and over in some sort of mantra, flapping their arms up and down as if they were birds. They hovered around Ron in a humorous flock.

Ginny walked by the scene, patting Ron's leg lightly, "I think you're in love, Ron."

"Shut up," he hissed.

"Viktor, I love you!" Fred began to sing.

George happily played along: "Viktor, I do!"

"When we're apart, my heart beats for you!" they sang together along with Harry who had now also joined in on the teasing.