The Plan
"George. I've got a plan." It was the next morning and Fred sat down next to his brother in the great hall. "What? What are you talking about?" George looked up from his plate of eggs and gave his brother a confused look. "For your girl troubles, my dear brother." He pulled his brother in close, looking around as he spoke so nobody else caught on. "Fred, no. Whatever you're about to say no."
"So! I spoke to Ange and I told her that if we were to keep hanging out, that you and Y/N would need to get along better." The younger twin began, "Right..." George continued to listen, nervous as to where this was going. The two of them could be rather extravagant when they wanted to be. "And since I am so charming, she agreed and even suggested that the lot of us attend the first task together. Whaddya say?"
George gave his brother what can only be described as a gob-smacked look, with his jaw held open. "Absolutely not. I'm not sitting there with her while you snog Angelina. I don't even know how to talk to her." George slumped down onto the table, groaning rather loudly. "We will not be snogging, mind you." Fred rolled his eyes, sitting back up and picking at a piece of sausage on his plate. "And on the other hand, just talk to Y/N like any girl! You have no problem with girls, we practically have a fan club. It's driving Ange insane actually." He smirked as he finished speaking, a little elated that his crush was getting a bit jealous.
"You know it's not that easy. I thought I hated her last week, I can't just become some prince in shining armour!" George turned his head to face his brother, his cheek still rested on the long table. "Who's a prince in shining armour?" Angelina sat down in front of the two boys, one eyebrow raised devilishly. "Me of course." Fred winked at her across the table, leaning in to get a better look at her. "Georgie here was just telling me how excited he is to attend the first task! The four of us." Fred raised his eyebrows as he spoke, hinting something to Angelina.
"I'm glad, you two need to kiss and make up. Get over this stupid rivalry." She went to spoon some jam on her toast when George bolted up. He couldn't help the way his cheeks begun to match his hair, thinking of how close your face had been to his the other night. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." Ange chuckled, taking a bite of her food as she watched George sink back into his seat in embarrassment.
"Thank you Angelina, you're oh so kind." George rolled his eyes, trying to regulate his heartbeat. "That's why I like her." Fred reached over taking the girl's free hand in his. "Couples." Was all George said for the rest of breakfast.
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It was the last class of the day and it was time to submit your transfiguration report and demonstrate the spell. "Miss Tonks, Mr Weasley. If you will." McGonagall waved an arm, signaling you both to rise and come to the front of the class. "Right, let's get this over with Tonks." George was the first to stand, walking ahead without a second glance at you. After spending the whole week practicing with George it was finally time to pull it off. You'd become quite confident in your casting ability, now able to change the voice to match as well.
Handing McGonagall your shared paper, you watched George pull his wand. "Mr Weasley, you seem eager to begin so you may go first." She stepped out of the way leaving both of you in the center of the class with the other students on the sidelines. "Ready?" He whispered, giving you a sincere look. You nodded and smiled back thoughtfully, maybe he did care. Both of you took turns presenting, earning a wild round of applause at just how successfully you'd both managed to complete the spell.
As you headed back to your seat McGonagall called up the next two students and the lesson went on. "Pretty good carrot top." You smirked as you sat down. "Not too bad yourself Tonks." He let the ghost of a smile grace his lips before it faded away. Fiddling with his hands he averted your gaze, seemingly quite nervous. "So... Fred and Angelina are going to the first task together and... Fred wants us to come. Says we need to start getting along for their sake." He wasn't able to look at you as he spoke, your eyes meeting after as you let the silence hang in the air.
"Uh... sure. I guess it's a bit rough on them if we're just at each other's throats. You need to start being nicer to me mister, I've eased up since arson attempt two." Crossing your arms you leaned back in your seat, shooting him a glare. "Ah, so it was attempted murder? How would you like if I told darling McGonagall that?" He turned around in his chair to look at you, whispering the professor's name. "Snitches get stitches, Weasley. I'm sure you know that." The pair of you allowed yourselves to chuckle, the tense atmosphere softening.
Not that either of you would ever admit it, but secretly you were both glad about this change in your relationship. But no, this was obviously for Fred and Angelina, of course.