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Harry was walking towards Charms that morning when he was cornered by two jabbering twins. Fred held a baggie of custard cream, which of course looked highly suspicious.
"Hello, Harry!" George twinkled innocently, flashing a smile.
"Um, hello?" Harry scrunched his eyebrows together, glancing between the two Weasley's. The two didn't talk to him much, as they had a lot to do on their own and he was usually with Ginny, so when they openly walked up to him with large smiles, he knew something was up. "What's going on?"
Fred sighed, shaking his head like he was disappointed. "Well then, we can't come up to you and start a friendly conversation? You really have to expand your circle of pals, Potter." Harry glanced around, checking for a quick getaway. Nothing. They'd backed him into a corner, where the only way to get away was either get them to leave, or slide under their legs. Harry voted for the first option.
"I have plenty of friends." Said Harry cautiously, slowly bringing his gaze back towards the obviously conspiring twins. They laughed, casting a look towards each other.
"Suppose so," George started, placing his hands on his hips and leaning over so he was eye to eye with the younger boy. "Which includes our baby sister, doesn't it?" Harry choked, spluttering slightly as he realized what was going on. The 'sliding under legs' idea suddenly became much more appealing.
"Ah, we have plenty of ears around here, Potter, and a little birdy informed us of a little growing relationship you have with our sister." A devious glint was in Fred's eyes as he spoke.
"And we just wanted to say..." They were closing in, grinning mischievously.
"WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!" Harry blinked as the twins spoke in sync. The two grabbed his shoulders and laughed at his baffled expression.
"H-huh?" The two rolled their eyes and turned away, winking.
"Everyone knows, Harry. About the Bond. Also, everyone knows where this relationship will head to. So, be warned, if you hurt her, you'll have seven angry boys out for your head. You hear us?" Harry nodded quickly as the two walked away, silently laughing.
With a deep breath, and slight smile, Harry set off to class. Discarding a custard cream that had 'somehow' gotten into his pocket.
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Ginny was having much the same conversation, except instead it was with Hermione. Both girls were in Muggle Studies that afternoon, pouring over old copies of books such as 'Sherlock Holmes' and 'Where the Red Fern Grows' to see how Muggle technology and writing technics have evolved since the past few centuries. Ginny scribbled some notes down and glanced over at Hermione, who was delicately writing about the use of the Oxford comma.
"How's Ron?" Ginny whispered, leaning towards the girl. Hermione raised her eyebrows as she dotted an 'i'.
"Guilty. He's planning on apologizing to you first. He was going to go on to Harry, but I reminded him that the whole reason Harry was made was because of what he said to you."
"Yeah. Why's he guilty? Just because he was rude or is there something else?" Hermione paused in her writing, her eyes unfocused. But just as quickly as it came, she snapped out of it and wrote her name at the top of her notes.
"No reason." But Ginny knew she was lying. The girl wouldn't meet her gaze and she'd misspelled her own name. Clearly was thinking hard about something.
"Did he finally snog you?" Hermione's hand jerked and her bottle of ink spilled out over the table, almost ruining Ginny's notes. Luckily, she'd moved them out of the way with a deft hand. Hermione's parchment, however, wasn't as lucky.
"N-no!" Hermione stuttered, cheeks aflame as she cleaned the mess. Ginny smiled, picking up the empty ink well and throwing it into a nearby bin.
"You kissed him?" She guessed, looking over to where her friend was putting her books up.
"No! Nobody kissed!" Hermione exclaimed, a little louder than intended. The class all looked towards her, and she waved them off, her face completely red.
"Ah. Someone didn't attempt a kiss. That's it." Ginny smiled, satisfied as her friend went suddenly mute, miming becoming a fish.
"N-no such thing h-happened!" She still insisted, eyes wide.
"Exactly. Which is why he's guilty. He didn't kiss you, you're mad, he's lonely, voila! He apologizes to us and therefore apologizes to you! BAM!" At the end, Ginny slammed her fist on the table, making her own ink pot teeter on the edge before Hermione levitated it backwards.
She sighed, glancing towards Ginny. "Yeah, that's pretty much it." Ginny grinned, eyes twinkling.
"Ha! I knew it! So, what about this 'almost kiss'?"
That was when Hermione exploded, telling all about the growing tension between her and Ginny's brother (Said sister gagged at that part) and he'd offered to walk her to the library so she could return her books. When she returned, she found him waiting and they stood for a moment before he realized they'd both been leaning in and he bolted. Therefore leaving Hermione to lug her newly checked out books towards the Common Room alone.
"Wow." Ginny murmured, eyes wide at the dilemma.
"Yes, and I'm not sure if I should forgive him and move on from it, or confront him. It's so aggravating!" Hermione growled, putting her head on the table so her hair practically covered her entire face.
"Now, this is my brother, Hermione. He doesn't like to be pushed." Ginny reminded her, raising her eyebrows. Their classmates started packing up, so they followed suit.
"I know that. So, what do I do?" The girl put her quill back into her bag.
"I can't really say. Just do what you think is right." Ginny suggested, smiling at the girl before her. Hermione nodded, giving a forced smile before standing.
"Yeah, I guess so. I'll go talk to him after lunch." The two girls walked side by side towards the Great Hall, both thinking of two separate boys. Two boys who both happened to be thinking of them as well.
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