Summer Nights | Fred Weasley (o.h)

Chapter Thirteen

Giselle Durand walked into the Great Hall with her head held high even though she felt like she was slowly breaking on the inside. It was the morning before a highly anticipated Quidditch match, Gryffindor vs Slytherin so the entire hall was abuzz with chatter and excitement. 

"Good Morning, George," Giselle said, deliberately forcing her eyes not to rest on Fred like they seemed to do too often. "How are you feeling, big game today?"

"I'm looking forward to it, Giselle," George replied with a quick glance in Fred's direction only to see just how little he was appreciating Giselle's cold shoulder. 

"What about you, Ron?" Giselle continued, her eyes now resting on the very nervous younger Weasley brother.

Ron had just been appointed Keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team and although it was obvious he was trying his best, it was clear that he really wasn't the best player. However, she still raised an eyebrow as she received no response as Ron almost looked like he hadn't even heard Giselle's question in the first place.  

"Yeah, he's just nervous." George continued. "Are you coming down to watch the game?"

"Of course, although all that snow doesn't look the most appealing in the world. You lot better be careful out there."

"Well, we will see you down there, Giselle."

"Good luck!" Giselle replied with a smile, pushing herself up, high fiving George before leaving the Great Hall just as quickly as she had appeared. 

George watched her leave with a smile before turning back to Fred who was muttering things under his breath. 

"Honestly can't believe that you stuffed that up," George said in response to his twin brother's muttered complaints. "You chased after her for practically the entire summer and now she's literally here in Hogwarts, in Gryffindor and you still somehow managed to stuff everything up."

"Yeah, I know it, George. You don't have to remind me." Fred muttered. 

"I get that you were one of her first friends here at Hogwarts but that still doesn't mean that you should get to choose who she gets to be friends with. That's entirely up to Giselle." George continued surveying Fred's expression the entire time which was changing at his words. 

"I was just concerned, after everything we were exposed to this summer, and she was becoming friends with a Slytherin."

"Fred, haven't you noticed? Giselle is still new and apart from us and our friends, she hasn't really gotten any friends that are her own. I could bet you anything that she will most likely end up watching the Quidditch match entirely by herself because we are all on the Quidditch team. I get that you are scared especially with Giselle because she's different but it's really not your place to step in."

"What do you mean that 'she's different.'" Fred looked up in confusion at his brother.

"Freddie, you like her, I know it. That's why you are so afraid of her getting into anything that could potentially harm her in the long run. But all you have to do is look at how differently you treat her than with Angelina."

"What is it, George?" A voice suddenly interrupted their conversation. 

"Oh nothing, Angelina, just talking about today's match."

"Yeah well about that. We are heading down now, so head down when you are ready."

"Well, George and I are ready so we will come down with you," Fred said suddenly, standing up and sending a pointed look in George's direction. "See you down there, Ron."

George could only shake his head in response, as Fred wrapped his arm around Angelina's shoulder, before he followed the couple down to the Quidditch pitch. 

Giselle Durand wrapped her arms around herself as she tried herself to stop from shivering. As predicted the snow was making everything harder, not only for the players but also for the crowd watching. The snow constantly continued to fall down, partially blocking the view of the players from the crowd but even then it was still obvious that the game was definitely not going in Gryffindor's favour. 

Ron's nerves were getting in the way of his playing but that wasn't the only thing as the Slytherin's had started a chant that was carrying across the entire pitch, which only grew in volume every time Ron let another quaffle in. 

'Weasley cannot save a thing,

He cannot block a single ring, 

That's why Slytherins all sing, 

Weasley is our King.

Weasley was born in a bin, 

He always lets the Quaffle in, 

Weasley will make sure we win, 

Weasley is our king.'

Giselle's eyes widened as the words and the severity of them washed over her in realisation. The chant only continued as Gryffindor lost more and more points to Slytherin, but as the game seemed to go on forever when Harry caught the snitch. The Gryffindor house gathered when crazy, it had gotten to the point that everyone was convinced that there was no coming back but they had still done it!

However, she could only watch as throughout the commotion it seemed that something was happening between the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch teams.