A Weasley Twin

8.

'I didn't put my name in that cup, 'Mione!' said Harry, exasperated from my obsessive questioning.
'I'm just saying, this can't have been an accident.'
'Well, I don't know what you want me to say,' he replied numbly, slowly turning to head back to his dorm.
'Don't worry, I'll get him to tell us,' Ron looked irritated but followed Harry anyway.
'Hey Granger, where's he off to?' George asked, gesturing to Ron pacing out of the hall.
'He's gone to see if Harry will explain how his name ended up in that cup,' I sighed. 'It won't work though,' I continued, 'if Harry wanted to tell us he would've by now.'
'You're telling us that you sent Ron to go and ask Harry to confess about putting his name in there?' Fred's face contorted. 'You do realise that Ron desperately wanted his name in that cup and the fact that his "famous" best friend got it instead means that he's probably extremely jealous and annoyed right now and the two of them are most likely gonna start throwing things.'
I started to laugh. Oh. He wasn't joking.
'Oh god- um- okay we need to go stop them.'
'Or we could just watch,' he joked.
'That's what we're good at,' George smirked.
'I hate you both.' I rolled my eyes, suppressing a grin.
I grabbed Fred's arm, signalling him to follow me out of the hall before turning back to George, 'come on then.'
George grinned, as if excited to be involved and then hopped up after us out of the hall to Gryffindor common room.
The portrait opened up and all I could hear was arguing. I looked back at the twins, a worried expression taking over my face.
'Ron, you're being stupid,' Harry half-shouted.
'Yeah, that's me, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter's stupid friend,' Ron retorted, his voice quieter yet colder.
'Look I don't know how or why it happened but it just did,' Harry said, irritated.
'Yeah whatever,' Ron replied, a sulky tone in his voice.
The twins and I finally decided to go in, only to see Harry sink into a chair and Ron at the top of the stairs before disappearing into his dorm.
'Hi, Harry,' I smiled softly.
'I'm going to bed,' Harry said, standing up, also disappearing up the stairs.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying not to cry from all the anger and confusion building up inside my head. I felt like I was going insane, like I'd done something wrong. Ron and Harry hate each other and now apparently Harry hates me even though I haven't done anything.
I slowly sat down in a chair, trying to think of something else, anything else. But I couldn't.
'Hey, 'Mione it's not your fault,' George smiled, sitting down next to me.
'Yeah, it's not your fault that our annoying brother and his friend are acting like pricks,' Fred laughed.
I forced a smile in response to his joke.
'You know Ron, he'll be back to normal in a couple of days if you give him time and Harry isn't one to hold grudges,' George said, trying to sound reassuring.
Just after he said that the portrait opened up and Lee Jordan stuck his head in.
'I'm telling you you're wrong,' he shouted behind him. 'Oi, George, can you please help me prove to Katie how wrong she is?' He asked, as if everyone knew what he meant, before disappearing back through the hole in the wall.
'What's he on about?' Fred smirked.
'No idea but I'm gonna go find out, see you later,' George sighed, following Lee out of the door, leaving me and Fred alone. Again.
We sat in a somewhat comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, my mind still trying to comprehend how Harry was chosen.
'Don't do that,' Fred said.
'Do what?'
'Keep going over it in your head and trying to blame yourself. If Harry wanted to tell you he would've and if your friends weren't so bloody defensive all the time, they wouldn't be in this stupid argument. It's them, not you, who should get the blame,' he smiled, a sincere smile.
I smiled and nodded, our eyes locking. We lingered there for a minute, just sitting and staring, admiring each other's features that we'd never seen so close before. He chuckled a little and I blushed, looking down. He moved his hand up to my face and lifted my head up, forcing me to look at him once more. He smirked, stood up and headed back out through the portrait hole.