'Not at all.' I say, shaking my head, as Angelina nods confidently, 'Absolutely not.' I add with a groan.
I had been sitting peacefully with Angelina and my roommate Cassie in the Gryffindor common room (which we're allowed to do, Fred just wants to be extra, telling us that we can't be in his common room, and apparently Angelina is fraternising with the enemy), when we somehow got onto the conversation of crushes, or, better said, BoyFriends.
Angelina has been trying for the last half an hour (or so it feels) to find the PERFECT guy, for both me, and for Cassie, for Cassie, she picked Lee (I think she just wants to get away from the shipping of herself and Lee), and for me...
She picked the Gryffindor for Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood..
I will not let that stick.
'Come onnn, it would be cute, wouldn't ya like an older guy??'
I shake my head no 'Not THAT much older, and he's the captain of the opposing team for me!' I say, quite serious about my point, to which Fred butts in 'But, it was FINE for you to just come in here, and talk to Angelina, when she's in the opposing house for you..'
'Shut up Fred' The three of us girls say in unison, before laughing, I then turn to Angelina as she says 'So? that just means you'll be Rivals on the Quidditch pitch, Lovers in the Bedroom-'
I throw a pillow from the couch at her, shaking my head vigorously, before Fred starts complaining that now I'm messing up the Gryffindor furniture, I scowl, before flipping him off, 'You're furniture'll be fine, and since when do YOU care so much?' I ask, tilting my head as I challenge him, he shrugs 'I care because I don't think you should be here..'
'He cares because he can't think straight around you!' George shouts from behind me, I roll my eyes as Angelina claps her hands, but stops as she had already argued for so long that I should get with Oliver, I nod (meaning, I thought so), before waving at the twins younger brother, Ron, as he walks past, and smiling awkwardly at Harry.
Which would be fine..
Until Angelina stopped Hermione to ask her something, so now I'm stuck sitting directly in front of where Harry stands,
I give him another awkward, acknowledging smile waiting for them to finish their conversation, as I sit in silence, before turning to Fred, I ask him if he can get his brother to shut up, to which he shrugs and says it doesn't matter, at least we know it's not true, and that neither of us like each other..
But do we? Do I?...
