HER, fred weasley

5 - schemes before supper

"How was it?" George asked the trio as we dropped ourselves onto the chairs.

Harry looked at us, confused. "How was what?" I noticed he looked more tired then usual. However, I was giddy. The excitement of the upcoming tournament made me jittery, even though I probably wouldn't be picked. The whole of Gryffindor house was constantly hyping me up and patting my back.

"Moody's class. You guys had him today, yeah?" I asked, shoveling some potatoes on mine and Fred's plate. He looked up from his bag and thanked me by a light squeeze on my thigh.

Ron shot his head up, chewing and swallowing his food rapidly. I had a feeling we were about to get a more exaggerated version of the story.

"That blokes a nut!" He sat straighter. "He was showing us unforgivable curses, like literally showing us. Poor Neville burst into tears after."

We all looked concerned for the soft-hearted Gryffindor. I wonder if Moody would show us the same stuff tomorrow. Whatever. The real deal with tomorrow was that it was Wednesday, the day I was going to put my name in. Specifically Wednesday since it happened to be when Fred and George would finish their little aging potion, which definitely wouldn't work. I tried to tell them that Dumbeldore's smarter, they wouldn't listen. Money shines above once again.

"That's nasty." Angelina shook her head, shoveling green beans in her mouth. She had been in a particularly bad mood after realizing there would be no quidditch this year. She had been made our captain last year and lived up to the full standards.

I bounced my leg up and down in anticipation, waiting for the twins to finish dinner so we could finish the aging potion. They couldn't be slower.

As soon as George scraped up the last of his pasta up, I grabbed his and Freds arms and dragged them up. "Sorry Ang, i'll have him back by dinner."

She jokingly rolled her eyes. "Keep him, I need a break."

George stared at her like a hurt baby deer.

"Where are you guys off to?" Asked Lee, starting to eat his food faster.

Fred smirked and fixed his posture. "You don't wanna know."

Lee's fork hit his plate and made a glossy noise.

"All three of you?"

The ginger's eyes widened in shock, forgetting George was there as well. "No- no. We're making an aging potion." There was a hint of gloating in his tone, like he was bragging. "Merlin, Lee. Your mind sure goes to funny places."

Lee squinted. "Well, when you fucking say it like that, I cant help but assume—"

"Shut up mate, and if we did, it would just be Callie and I."

Holy shit. What the hell.

Does he mean it?

Im sweating like i've been lit on fire.

I'm not used to being so nervous around Fred. But I think I actually stuttered when I said this.

"I'm going to ignore everything you just said and let you process it while we're brewing, okay?"

George gave Angie a peck on the lips and started walking out, leaving Fred and I to follow. He stared at me in a way i've never noticed before. Longing.