Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story

One of Two

Sorry for the delay in updating! My life has kind of been a shit storm, and it probably will be for a bit. The next month or two will probably be really unpredictable, but I will try my hardest to get at least one chapter out a week! I am also writing and publishing another story alongside this one, so there's that element too. I haven't published it on Wattpad yet as I'm seeing how it does on AO3. Thanks for all the patience, love, and support.

"I feel like there's more to Fred and George than you're letting on," claimed Cedric.

"Um, why?" you were trying to act normal, but it was difficult to stop your heart from beating out of your chest. What was he insinuating? What did he know?

"They always look so damn cheeky after they leave you," he said.

"They're like that with everyone. They're just big jokesters. Always in a good mood."

Cedric's eyebrow raised ever so slightly, but he conceded. 

"Anyway," he said, trying to change the subject. Something was telling you that the twins were a sore spot for him. "I put my name in the goblet this morning."

"Cedric! That's awesome! How do you feel?"

"Brilliant. I mean, the chances of me being picked are probably slim. But I feel good."

"Is it bad that I'm kind of hoping your name isn't chosen?"

"Worried about me?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Of course!" you blurted. Cedric snorted a little at your zeal. You bit back the anxious bile that was gurgling in your belly. "You're my friend. I'm always going to worry about you. But I know you can hold your own."

You swore you saw Cedric recoil a bit when you said "friend". You were still at a loss for his recent quirky behavior. He had never given you a second glance before. Never had he questioned your friendship, and neither had you. 

You shoved your conflicting feelings down as far as you could, hoping that they would just dissolve.

"Your support means everything to me," he whispered. His eyes bore into you deeply, and you couldn't hold his gaze. You smiled to yourself a bit and looked back down at your textbook. 

Some time passed as you both studied in silence. Cedric cleared his throat, making you look up at him.

"So, I know it's far off, but have you found a date to the ball yet?" he asked.

Your heart started to thump a little harder, a little faster. Was he about to ask you to the ball? Even more importantly, would you say yes if he asked? Your initial thought was yes, but you couldn't help but feel the twin sized pounding that was breaking down your door.

"No. No one's asked."

"Really?" he asked incredulously. "Can't really believe that. I figured you'd have every guy kneeling at your feet for a chance to ask."

"Stop it!" you giggled. You looked down at the table once again to try and hide the furious blush creeping on your face.

"Never."

You looked at him, and it seemed that he had more to say. You opened your mouth to ask, but you couldn't find the spark to say something. 

Shit. You didn't want this moment to pass, but you couldn't form any words to come out of your throat. Luckily, Cedric started to speak again.