Dating The Weasleys

Winning

Erin Bentley was delighted as ever. Their team had won the Quidditch cup against Gryffindor, and all because she convinced two particular red heads to keep Potter from playing. She never thought it would work, yet here they were, carrying their invisible 'trophy', also known as shovenistic pride, with them back to Ravenclaw tower.

She smirked to herself as Rodger Davies, approached her.

"How did you do it?" He asked.

She looked forward proudly. "Oh well it was simple really, I promised the Weasley twins I would date them or something."

"What!?" He called in shock. It was known fact Davies had always been fond of Erin, but she found his jealousy amusing.

"Don't worry about it Davies, I'm not actually going to. I just said I would."

She felt less confident about such a claim the following morning when she had sat down for potions. She had just set down her things, when the seat beside her was filled. She looked to the wizard through her eyelashes, eyeing him with fear. She knew quite well why he was there, but wished she knew what he was going to do. There was something itching already inside of her, ah yes, regret.

"Well good morning love." He chuckled in an audible whisper.

She refused to look at him, not appreciating the condescending tone. She was no ones love. "You aren't even in this class are you?"

"I make arrangements for the witch I'm dating." 

"Weasley, you must be crazy to assume I'd date you and your brother.  So call me whatever you'd like, but you won't get more than civil conversation from me."  She chanced a side glance, in hopes her declining him would be accepted. 

His eyes were mischievous, well more than the normal glint of mischief she would observe in the corridors.  This look was unsettling.  "Suit yourself." He moved across the classroom, and before exiting threw her a cheeky grin.

She shook her head, hoping to ignore the predicament.

It had been a boring day, and she desperately had been waiting for lunch so she could escape to the pitch for Quidditch. "Erin!"

She swiveled her head to find Davies. "I'm heading down now, you should come."

"I have to do an assignment for Snape."

Her eyes frowned slightly. She loved a good scrimmage with Davies. Over the last year especially she saw him more attractive then a best mate. Well, his Quidditch practice certainly paid off, taking by the way his shirts seemed to fit a bit snugger, and the way his arms felt strong whenever they wrapped her in a teasing hug. "Well, I must say, I'll be lonely." She flirted.

He smirked. "Maybe tomorrow."

She nodded, before proceeding to the pitch. It was when she made it a quarter way onto the field she noticed it. The two fiery red haired males, dressed in their Gryffindor Quidditch robes mounting their brooms near the locker rooms.

'You've got to be kidding me.' She thought, biting her cheek as they flew over.

"Would you look who it is George!"

"Well I believe it's Bentley, Freddie."

"Shocking though right, considering she has no interest in us whatsoever." Fred Weasley teased with sarcasm, dismounting his broom to stand next to the girl.

"Ha ha!" She scoffed dryly. "Listen I need to practice. So if you two-".

"Not so fast Bentley. We had an agreement." George laughed through a smirk.