Enchanted [Fred Weasley]

Sixty-Two

Grace left the book to lay on the floor as she stared at Fred. Her eyes were wide as her mouth stayed sealed.

"Y-you want me to go out....with you?" Grace finally asked.

"Umm...yes?" Fred broke eye contact with Grace and stared at the floor. He was so nervous he didn't see the smile forming on Grace's face.

"I'd love to." Fred's head shot back up to look at Grace.

"You what?" He asked, not sure if he heard her right.

"I'd love to go on a date with you." Grace repeated.

"Really?" Fred asked, a smile on his face. Grace bent down to pick up the book she dropped.

"Yes really." Grace remarked as she stood up.

"Alright then, meet me by the lake tomorrow at noon."

"I'll see you there."

• • •

"Grace is going on a date with Fred!" Reese shouted as she flopped on her bed. Grace set her book down and stared at Reese.

"You've announced that about a hundred times." Grace acknowledged.

"Who cares! It took you two long enough."

"Exactly how long have you been waiting for this?"

"Too long!" Grace chuckled.

"So, how many people did it take to get Fred to ask?" Grace asked which a smile from Reese.

"Well, there was me, George, Aspen, Ashton," Reese went silent for a moment. "About six." Grace laughed.

"Wow, never knew the oh so confident Fred Weasley would be scared to ask me out."

"We weren't stopping till he did."

The next day at noon Grace headed towards the lake where she would meet Fred. The sun was out and there was no wind. The lake was still and the grounds mostly quiet. I'm the distance on the lake was the ship from Durmstrang.

"Well 'ello there Grace." Grace turned around to greet Fred.

"Fred." Grace acknowledged. Fred grinned and held up a bag.

"I have food."

The two sat on the grass where Fred took out different foods which were each wrapped in a napkin.

"Very fancy Fred, now how did you get the food?" Grace asked.

"Snuck it from the kitchen."

"Smooth."

"Indeed."

"So, excited for the third task?" Grace asked as she unwrapped a pumpkin pasty.

"Yes I am. I'm also exited to see Harry win."

"Who says he'll win?"

"I do." Grace chuckled.

"I wouldn't mind if it was Cedric either. I'm just rooting for Hogwarts." Grace remarked.

"So, still want to be an Auror?" Fred asked.

"I do, but I also still want to help with the shop."

"I think you'll make a great Auror, and a great help to our shop."

"Thank you, and I'm sure you and George will run a very successful shop."

"Hey, just know George and I can use magic out of school now as well." Fred said with a smirk. Grace gave Fred a teasing smile.

"Just know we can all apparate now. Which means you can try to use magic on me, but I can disappear."

"Touché."

Once the third task had arrived Grace and Fred had officially had a few successful dates. Several people already named them a couple. Reese had officially accomplished her goal of getting the two together.

"A maze? What if no one gets the cup." Reese pondered after the Champions had disappeared into the maze.

"No one wins?" Ashton suggested. Aspen was sitting to the right of Grace. She said nothing as she stared straight ahead. Grace set her hand on Aspen's shoulder.

"He'll be fine." Grace reassured. Aspen glanced at her wrist.

"What if....what if he isn't." Aspen mumbled.

"Then you'll be able to bring him back."

Not long after the four entered the maze a shower of red sparks appeared. The first round of sparks belonged to Fleur.

"At least she tried." Reese acknowledged when Fleur left the maze.

Eventually another shower of red sparks emerged. A stunned Viktor was taken out of the maze. This left the only two champions left.

"This means Hogwarts wins no matter what!" George screamed. A cheer from the Hogwarts students grew.

"We win! Hogwarts is going to win!" Reese cried, a large smile on her face.

A gasp escaped Aspen's lips. She frantically pulled on Grace's sleeve.

"Aspen, what is it?" Grace asked, turning towards the girl. Aspen didn't look up at Grace. Instead Aspen slightly pulled up her right sleeve.

"Oh Merlin." Grace breathed. The neon green light was tightly wrapped around Aspen's wrist.