Brave [2]

Chapter 24

"You know, I know for definite that I'm getting out of this alive. I'm happy," George grins, pulling his arms behind his head as he sits on Hermione's bed, Fred on Ginny's and me on my own. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione (who came for a night before we leave for school tomorrow once more) are outside having a snowball fight but with the twins being snowball champions they've been kicked out of the game. I didn't really feel like playing so they're keeping me company.

"Yeah, like you could possibly know that," Fred rolls his eyes, although it's obvious he's joking. I can't even imagine anything happening to my friends and family during the war, and it's my duty to make sure they're all safe and alive by the end of it.

"Oh, no, I know for certain," George continues. "Cass told me at the Yule Ball."

"What?" That makes me suddenly sit up, wracking my brain for when I could've possibly told George that, but one instance suddenly dawns on me. "Oh no... You don't mean..."

He smirks. "Why do you think I'm not rushing with Angelina?"

"Wait, I don't get it," Fred frowns, rubbing at his temples. "We didn't know she was a Seer then."

"I've always had the feeling."

"WHAT?? HOW YOU AND NOT ME?!" Fred shrieks. "I WAS THE ONE OBSESSED WITH HER!!" That makes me blush deeply, sucking in my lips to stop myself from bursting out in laughter. Fred slowly releases what he just said, eyes going wide, then he stuffs his face in a pillow. "Kill me now."

George doesn't bother holding back his laughter. "Oh, yeah, that was hilarious! 'Why doesn't she like me back??' 'When is she going to look in this direction??' 'Should I invite her to the ball?' 'I'm going to die alone!'"

"Shut up," Fred growls lowly, face beetroot red.

"That's so sweet," I tease, and he just groans before falling backwards onto the bed, hiding from view. It makes me chuckle before I pull myself off my bed, going over before sitting on him, knees knocking against his hips. "Fred. Fred, love. Freddie." I try tugging at the pillow on his face but he sniffs and shakes his head behind it, obviously pretending.

"But nah," George smirks, enjoying his twin's humiliation. Oh, there's definitely going to be some returning when he gets with Angelina. "Subtle hints. I figured it out a long time ago, with all her weird zoning out and knowing things. You were too busy being enamoured by her to notice. At the Yule Ball, she let it slip I get together with Angelina and have a son called Fred. Honoured yet?"

George gets a pillow thrown at his face, which just results in even more laughter. "Well, I'm not calling my son George," Fred grumbles, and my face heats up a little at the thought. But then a shriek escapes my mouth when he suddenly wraps his arms around me and pulls me down to him, pressing his lips to mine.

George makes a sound of disgust from where he's sitting on Hermione's bed. "That's disgusting. I don't need to see you make my namesake, thanks."

Fred only pulls away from me enough to whisper, "We've run out of cushions on this bed to throw at him, right?"

"Fred," I say disapprovingly, kissing him one more time before sitting up, turning to George.

"You know what, even you always studying is better than seeing you shove your tongues down each other's throats," the younger twin continues in disgust, making my cheeks flame. Then an idea comes to mind. "Oi, Freddie. Would you kiss Cass for a hundred Galleons – just a hundred – or would you kiss the hottest girl you've ever seen in your entire life, no doubt, hands down, for seven hundred Galleons?"

Fred pauses for a moment, eyeing George carefully, then looking at me, then back at George. "I feel like I'm being tricked, is this a trick question?" George shakes his head, eyeing his twin skeptically, and Fred looks back at me. "I, uh... I'd kiss Cass." Then a grin spread on his lips. "Cuz eight hundred Galleons seems like a pretty good deal."