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"HENRY?" WREN ASKED her friend as they sat at a desk in the library. Her, George, and Hermione had already abandoned the idea of spying, and resorted to annoying the answers out of him.
"Hmm?" Henry asked, not looking up from the book he was currently reading.
"Who do you fancy?" Wren asked snapping her fingers in his face to get his attention, he only swatted them away.
"You've asked me this at least ninety times... today and don't do that! I'm not a dog." He replied as he continued reading.
"Please! I swear on my life I won't tell anyone! Not even Spencer!" Wren pleaded, he knew where this was leading, she wouldn't stop until they left the library and went to bed.
"Again, no, I'm not telling you." Henry said, Hermione had just walked back over to them with the books she had needed.
"Not telling her what?" Hermione asked, sitting down and placing the books in front of her.
"Who I fancy." Henry replied, thinking Hermione wouldn't meddle. Oh, how wrong he was.
"Who do you fancy?" Hermione asked leaning towards him. Great, now they're meddling, great.
"I'm not telling you guys!" He exclaimed, Madam Pince hushed him from across the library.
"Tell us!" Wren whined, pulling on his sleeve.
"No." He replied, bored.
"Yes!" They said in unison. Henry rolled his eyes before replying.
"No." He said, sighing as he turned the page to the book.
"Fine, Hermione and I will take turns guessing." Wren said, nodding.
"No." Henry said, irritated with their perseverance.
"Ron?" Wren asked.
"No." Henry replied as he continued reading, though he found it very hard to concentrate with their talking.
"Lavender?" Hermione asked.
"No." He said.
"Parvati?" Wren asked.
"No." Henry replied, rolling his eyes.
"Dean?" Hermione asked.
"No." Henry said, with every guess he was growing more and more agitated with their talking.
"Fred?" Wren asked.
"No." Henry replied, again. Hermione and Wren looked at each other and smirked. Henry, noticing, looked up from reading and eyed both of them.
"George!" They said simultaneously. Henry's face washed over with red as he looked back down at the book.
"N-No!" He said before mentally slapping himself. Could he have made it more obvious?
"You do!" Hermione said.
"No, I don't!" Henry said, harshly.
"Henry fancies George!" Wren exclaimed.
"No, I do not! And keep your voices down!" He scolded them as he slammed the book shut.
"Bloody christ! You're in love with him and you know it and I'm going to stop at nothing to get you two together."
"I don't fancy him." Henry said, trying to convince them he doesn't fancy the Weasley twin.
"Face the facts, Henry!" Wren exclaimed, getting hushed by Madam Pince.
"What facts? No facts! Guys, I don't fancy him, okay?" Henry said, getting tired of the pleading.
"Yes you do." Hermione said.
"Will you guys shut the actual fuck up if I say I fancy him?" Henry said, collecting all the books.
"Yes." They replied in unison.
"Then fine, I fancy him." Henry said, giving up. He stood up from the desk, collected his books and went to put his books back.
"I knew it! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Wren said, throwing her arms up in the air, congratulating her and Hermione.
"Yes!" Hermione said as they hugged each other. "We bloody knew it! Ha. Ha. Ha!" Hermione finished. Henry walked right past them as he exited the library and the two jumped up almost immediately to follow him.
"So, how are you going to go about asking him out?" Wren asked as they caught up to him.
"Or getting him to ask you out?" Hermione added.
"Well, I was thinking maybe I just wouldn't." Henry deadpanned.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, her smile falling.
"You have too!" Wren said.
"No, funny enough, I don't." He replied, sarcastically.
"Yes, you fucking do." Wren responded.
"You Irish people swear too much." Henry said, earning a glare from the blonde.
"Don't try and change the subject!" Hermione said.
"Valentine's Day is coming up, you have to ask him out on a date!" Wren said, her smile growing wider.
"It'd be absolutely perfect." Hermione added, daydreaming about seeing Henry and George on a date in Hogsmeade.
"You two aren't going to give up on this, are you?" Henry asked, turning around at the bottom of the staircase that led to the boys' dorms.
"Nope." Hermione said, popping the 'P' at the end.
"You know I hate both of you, correct?"Henry asked before he started walking uo to his dormitory.
"Correct." Hermione said.
"Very." Wren added.
"Goodnight, you meddling sporks."
"What did he call us?"
"Did he just call us 'sporks'?" Wren inquired, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Yeah." Hermione responded.
"That's such a weird insult." Wren said, thinking about the thought of being a spork.
"But it makes sense." Hermione said, a thought popping into her head.
"How?" Wren asked.
"Well y'know, sporks aren't really spoons, and they're not really forks either, so they're just weird." Hermione explained as they started to walk up to their dormitory.
