Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 39: Deal or No Deal

"Can we at least try not to get injured or fall off a broom or disappear for at least a full month? I would say more but I don't want to jinx it." Chelsea snuggles in to my side as we sit on the couch in front of the warming fire.

"You guys couldn't last not getting injured or in to trouble for a full month." Heather scoffs as she props herself on her elbows from the floor.

"Wanna bet?" Chelsea leans forward, inches from Heather's face.

"They're not gonna get in to a cat fight are they?" Parker walks over.

"No, not tonight anyway." I smile to myself. 

Those two are great friends, but then they can be mortal enemies when they want to be. Both are overly competitive, love proving one another wrong. Especially one on one, team sports are all fun and games but when it comes to single player... You wouldn't want to stand in their way.

"12 galleons and homework for a week." Chelsea negotiates from my side.

"Deal." The two shake on it.

"Woah woah woah. What are we betting on?" I ask. I mean I'm all for bets but you need strategy and planning if you're going to win.

"Heather thinks we can't stay trouble and injury free for a full month."

"Is that so?" I chuckle, pulling her back in to my side. "So what'd you bet?"

"12 galleons and a weeks worth of homework."

"You do know how much that is, right?" I sit up. That's nearly 60 pounds! Pocket money? Not with my family, we barely buy new robes. Except for Percy because he's Head Boy.

"Yes, considering I'm the only muggleborn here." She pats my knee. "It's only 60 pounds love, tell you what, you can drop out of the bet and I'll deal with the galleons."

"Drop a bet?" I scoff. "Who do you think I am, I do this for a living." Not even sure why she would suggest that, I'm kind of hurt now.

"Hah, well how about we change up the bet. You and I, first one to get in to trouble forks over the 12 galleons. We'll drop the injury seeing as they're accidental and just for you I'll leave out the homework, I know how tough it is for you." She teases.

"Is that so?"

"Is it a deal or not?"

...Take on a bet with my girlfriend or live to see next week. "Deal."

"Guess I just lost 60 pounds." Heather sighs.

...

**Chelsea's POV**

"You ready, darling?" Mum asks as we gather in the Entrance Hall.

"How many more of these do we have to have?" I ask, not happy with the situation.

The usual monthly counseling session with Doctor Verity Blake, Wizard counselor for those who need serious mental help... is what it should be called but she just goes by Doctor Blake, Wizard therapy.

"Just a few more, promise." She runs her hand over my hair as I lean in to her side.

"And then we can go for ice-cream afterwards, does that sound good?" Dad smiles in my direction.

"Better than anything, as long as it's choc-chip mint."

"What about cookies and cream?" Dad and I always argue about flavours, whether it be ice-cream, pizza, soup even. It's always a fun squabble.

"You can get two different cones. Now come on." Mum drags us out the Hall as my father and I continue to bicker over which flavours are better.

...

"How was therapy?" Fred jumps up off the couch as I approach him. I call it counseling, everyone else calls it therapy... but what's the difference?

I give him a squeeze. "Got a free soda out of it so pretty good."

"Listen, I was wondering..." He scratches the back of his head, "if I could go to your next session."

...He wants to come with me? "Why?" I- don't know what to say, completely baffled by the fact someone apart from my parents wants to sit in on a therapy session.

"You can say no. But I put you in to such a bad situation where you have to take sessions to talk to a medical expert and you take medications and ... I feel I'm the blame for that."

"You are."

"What?" He steps back and looks at me.

"Kidding. I would love if you would accompany me to a session." A smile appears on his face as I give him another hug. "Hey, where are the others?"

"Study hall. Snape's taking over."

"Why are you here then? Wouldn't you get in trouble?" I raise my brow at him, a smirk plastered on my face.

"Only if I get caught."

"We'll see about that."

"But you would get in to equally as much trouble." He responds as we walk along the halls, he swings my hand back and forth as we make our way to the Great Hall.

"Au contraire." I hold up a slip of paper.

"What... what is that?" He takes it from my hand and reads aloud. "I hereby give permission for Miss Chelsea Gidget to take the afternoon off classes for any reason necessary. Signed by Dumbledore himself... oh no." I watch as his face drops, eyes widening.

"Gotta go love." He kisses my cheek as he darts off down the corridor.

"Hey, I need that!" I chase after grabbing for my slip.

"Hurry up." He groans, turning a corner as he speeds up. I catch him grinning out of the corner of my eye.

Fine, if he wants to play it that way then I have to resort in what I love to do best.

"Come o- woah!" He wobbles under my weight as I rush up, jumping on to his back. "I see how it is."

"Fred." I squeal as he zooms through the halls. "Just give me my slip."

"Never!"

"Fine then, I'm not jumping off your back till you do. I'll be your new shell and you'll have to deal with me every second of every damn day."

"Promise?"

"Oh Fred!" I laugh, scruffing up his hair as he rushes past the open classrooms.