We Are Stars || Hufflepuff X Gryffindor

Weasley Matchmaking Service

That night at dinner, Stella and Erik sat at the Hufflepuff table like normal. Stella was surrounded by her usual group of friends from her house but there was a new addition: Roxy Greenbelt. Roxy was a Ravenclaw notorious for dating the almost every guy in the school. There were more rumors about her than Harry Potter at certain times. She was beautiful in a sharp, fierce sort of way and couldn't seem to keep her eyes off Erik that evening.

Stella felt a strange feeling surge deep within her when she saw the hunger in the Ravenclaw's eyes that were directed at her best friend. That feeling intensified when she noted Erik smiling at the other girl. She couldn't possibly be jealous!

...Could she?

"I'm so sorry about your uncle being passed up for that new teaching position. He must be furious," Roxy said taking the opportunity to hold on tightly to Erik's arm. Her sharp nails, complete with nail polish that flowed like water, pinched his newly-gained muscle mass.

"Uh... y-yeah; he is, I guess," the boy replied, a little confused as to why she was even talking to him. Roxy was considered the prettiest girl in school and he was considered just the weird nephew of Snape. Stranger yet, Erik didn't find himself attracted to her, all he could focus on was how scary she looked when she smiled imperiously. Roxy didn't seem to notice his efforts to remove her crowding grip.

Stella found herself attempting to not puke at the sight of them. She decided that she wasn't in fact jealous; she was just protecting her friend. Couldn't he see that she was a player if there ever was one? She was probably trying to make whatever Quidditch star she was dating now jealous. She kept her mouth shut, however, in fear of making a scene.

That strange feeling never subsided as the dinner went on. She would talk to him tomorrow about it when the feeling had gone away. From across the room, two boys with flaming red hair sat and watched the scene unfold.

"Blimey, George I can smell the jealousy off of that one! Do you think we could use this to help with our master plan?"

"We'll have to come up with said master plan first."

"We can fill in the details later," Fred stated, waving his hand dismissively. "I have a strong need to make this couple happen." (AN: Turns out the twins are as big of shippers as the rest of the fandom!)

Ron, who was sitting across from them, looked up from his mound of food. "Bloody hell, please don't tell me you two messing around with innocent people's love lives. Again. I mean, look how it worked out for me and Hermione."

Hermione was giving the twins a death glare and making threatening gestures with her hands.

"Ok I admit that locking you two in that broom closet maybe wasn't our best plan," Fred confessed with a wince.

"Yeah, and the candles and mood music probably didn't help much..." George trailed off.

"No kidding! I tried to laugh it off but I knocked over some candles and started a fire in there," Ron replied, failing to keep the anger out of his voice.

"That would explain why you two were screaming and that little bald spot," Fred replied touching his brothers head where there was a lack of hair.

Ron slapped away his hand, sausage flying off his fork as he did so—which just so happened to nail 'Mione right in the forehead.