Blue Belle {Fred Weasley}

Chapter 51

It was the day of the last Quidditch match of the year, April 16th to be exact and it was between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Students were cramming into the stands of the stadium, many giving both Belle and Luna quizzical looks. Both girls were sporting their large roaring lion hats and Belle was wearing one of Fred's Gryffindor scarfs. They waited for the match to start and Lee's amusing commentary was the first step. Belle watched as the Slytherin team flew onto the field, cheers from the supporters erupted but many boos overthrew the voices. It hadn't even started and McGonagall had scolded Lee, despite having a glimmer of agreement in her eyes at the boys' words. 

"And now, the best team in the school! GRYFFINDOR! With Captain Oliver Wood, whose last match it is, we'll miss you man, followed by chasers, Spinnet, Johnson, what a beauty she is, and Bell. Then the best beaters- miss let me praise my best friends- sorry, the beaters, FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY! And last but not least, Hogwarts best seeker, HARRY POTTER!" Cheers after cheers echoed around, drowning the boos from Slytherins and a few others from the other houses. 

Madam Hooch spoke to the Captains, and Belle was pretty sure she could see an actual fire in Wood's eyes as he shook Flint's hand sharply. She hoped and prayed that Gryffindor won the cup as Ravenclaw couldn't, but also because it would be nice for Oliver to leave school victorious, after all, he practically breathed quidditch. Belle caught Fred's eye and he winked at her, yet, it didn't go unnoticed by other students, more specifically a girl sat in front of Belle. "OH MY! ONE OF THE WEASLEY TWINS JUST WINKED AT ME!"She squealed to her friends. Belle chuckled to herself and returned her gaze to Fred who was glaring at the beaters on the other team. 

Madam Hooch blew her whistle and all of the balls were released, instantly the game began and Merlin was it competitive. Fred and George were playing more fiercely than they ever have done before, smashing so many bludgers away and into the direction of the opposing team. They protected the rest of their team whilst the girls focused on scoring as many points as they could, Harry searched for the snitch and Wood deflected as many quaffles as he could. She had never seen the teamwork so strongly and it was clear that Wood had been working their arses off in preparation for this match. "GO, GO, GRYFFINDOR! GO, GO GRYFFINDOR!" Cried many students including Belle and Luna, whose hats roared every so often. 

Remus and Madison were watching from the teacher's box, proud Gryffindors, hoping that their team would win. It was still strange for them to watch a match together and not be watching James and Sirius playing, but it was still great and the atmosphere added to it. Madison whispered something in Remus' ear, pointing over to Belle and laughing, loving the hat she was wearing. "She's quite something, Remus!" Exclaimed Madison. 

"That she is," Remus stated proudly. He watched his daughter, smiling at how happy she seemed, her smile echoing his mother's and her eyes shining much like his father's when he saw his wife dancing carelessly in the kitchen to muggle music. It was of joy and another feeling Remus wished he knew what she was feeling. He followed her gaze which was set on one of the Weasley twins, he couldn't tell which, but he assumed it was Fred. "Do you think she'll be okay?"

"What?" Asked Madison, "What do you mean?"

Remus motioned towards his daughter, "If she falls for a Weasley twin, do you think she'll be okay?"

Madison patted his shoulder, "I think she's already fallen, Moony." She smiled, "She'll be okay, though, she's a Lupin, she has tough bones, besides, her dad isn't bad either."

"Not bad? And by that you mean?" Remus asked his eyebrows moving closer tohis hair line a smirk on his lips. 

"You're a great father, Moony, you and James both are, when I first became proper friends with the other boys, as I was already friends with you, I wouldn't have imagined any of you being great parents, you may be, but Prongs no, too careless back in school. But even from the dead, you can tell he has had some sort of control over Harry. Do you think he knows?"

"Knows what?" Asked Remus. 

"About me being his godmother?" 

"I don't know, probably not, otherwise he would have approached you surely. He is the son of the most forward woman we have ever met, and one of the most cockiest gits ever, I am sure he would have said something if he knew." Remus chuckled glancing at the boy, "He's just like his dad when it comes to Quidditch, isn't he? Absolutely brilliant."

"Yeah, he is." Madison smiled. 

Gryffindor had 80 points whilst Slytherin only had 20, the game hadn't been long when it was clear that both Harry and Draco were fighting over the snitch. They were pushing each other both zooming after the small golden ball. Their arms were outstretched when Harry's fingers curled around it. He grinned and held the ball up to show that they had won. Madam Hooch's whistle sounded the end of the match and cheers and screams erupted even louder. 

The Gryffindor team wasted no time in embracing each other in a very big team hug and as soon as Madam Hooch handed Oliver the quidditch cup, the boy-now man, burst into tears thrusting it into the air victoriously. Many students crowded the field, basking in the win, cheering and clapping. Fred was so happy he wasted no time in hugging George tightly. They pulled back and the boy stared over the top of heads in search for Belle. He spotted her off to the side, clapping and grinning whilst her hat roared loudly. He shuffed through the crowds, being high-fived and patted on the back until he reached her. His hands were on her waist as they embraced in a hug. "Well done, Freddie." Belle said, smiling into his chest. 

"Thank you, Bella." The boy replied, pulling away from her. "I can't believe we've won the cup!"

"Well believe it, because you guys deserved it." 

Fred kept his hands on her waist and his eyes locked with hers, "Come to the party, we throw one after every match we win, it'll be bigger and better now we've won the cup. Say you'll come?"

"I don't know, "Started Belle, "They aren't really my thing."

"For me?"He pouted. 

She sighed, his pout was too adorable to say no too, "Fine, but I won't stay long." Fred's frown morphed into a grin as he pecked her lips quickly so that nobody saw. "No go see your team and shower, you smelly bugger."

"It's my natural scent."

"Yeah and that's horrid."

"Lies!"