It's Not A Prank.

Chapter 4

Reader's POV:

        We begin walking. I chat with Charlie, Fred, and George for a little bit before walking over to the girls. Eventually we come to man standing under a tree. I look up at Fred in front of me confused and he looks down at me and smiles.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley opens his arms and greets him.

"Arthur!" He yells back.

        They pull each other into a friendly hug, laughing. Soon they pull away and a boy jumps out of the tree above startling me and causing me to grab Fred's arm. He looks down and gives me a reassuring smile as Mr. Weasley greets the boy. 

"Everyone, this is Amos and Cedric Diggory." Mr. Weasley explains as I let go of Fred and slow back down by the girls. "They will be attending the match with us."

        I don't remember ever meeting Cedric. I do however recognize his name. I look over at Hermione and Ginny and they give me a he's cute look, so I nod back and wink. Cedric greets everyone and but the twins don't greet him back. Is this about the stupid quidditch game? Obviously. I roll my eyes as Cedric walks up to us. He strikes up a conversation until we get to the portkey. Ew it's a dirty boot. We all place our hand on the boot and Mr. Weasley yells at Harry to grab on. We begin to spin fast flying upwards into the sky. Mr. Weasley tells us to let go and we all fall to the ground. I hit the ground hard. I just lay there for a moment until the pain subsides. I hear laughing and look up. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric are slowly floating down. Looking back down, footsteps moving towards me fill my ears. A hand enters my eyesight, I look over and Cedric is standing over me. I take his hand as he helps me up and smiles. 

"Thank you." I chuckle.

"Of course, wouldn't want a pretty girl like you to get your clothes dirty now would we?" He grins.

        I giggle a little and blush. He walks back over to his father and they begin a conversation. Feeling a pair of eyes on me, I glance up and see Fred watching me and George next to him laughing. I give him a confused look and he turns his gaze down to the ground and George jogs over to me still smiling.

"Georgie, what's wrong with him?" 

"He's jealous," George whispers. 

"Of what?" I probed.

"Diggory."  

"Why?" 

        He keeps smiling but doesn't answer. Just then, Fred walks over to us, not saying anything and avoiding eye contact. I glance at him and he finally looks back, his eyes full of what seems like frustration. I grab his arm and pull him aside as we walk. He fixates back onto the grass.

"Freddie, what's wrong?" I whisper.

"Nothing, love." He hesitated, still looking at the ground.

"Freddie, you can tell me."

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." He mumbles as he flings his arm around my shoulder pulling me into a side hug.

        I wrap my arm around his waist as we keep walking in silence, eventually coming to another man. Hermione walks up to Mr. Weasley and the man and helps him with what I believe to be muggle money. Afterwards we continue into a huge arrangement of tents and people partying.