Before I knew it, I was getting ready for the final quidditch match on Friday. The entire year had been leading up until this moment, and the entire school had been buzzing with excitement and nervousness, especially Gryffindor and Slytherin.

The last couple days had passed by quickly. They were filled with the same things that I had gotten used to doing all year, but nothing was boring. I still woke up every morning to go to classes (which I dreaded), but was always excited for after the school day was over. Whether it was being with my friends or boyfriends, I was happy nonetheless.

It seemed that Fred and George and I had grown even closer than we had ever been, the time that I spent with them always filled with fun and comfort. I hadn't said the words yet, but every day I grew even more sure that the feelings that coursed through my veins every time I was with them was love. I fell further in love with them every second of the day, and I missed them terribly whenever we had a moment away from each other. I had never felt this way before about anybody, but I decided that I was absolutely in love with being in love.

I really decked out in Gryffindor colors to support the team; I had thrown on Fred's Gryffindor burgundy sweater and borrowed a scarf that Molly had made ginny which was made up of the Gryffindor colors. Ginny had told me that I should have painted my face for her to see in the stands, but I politely declined. I was being supportive enough - I didn't need to paint my face red and gold.

"I'm so excited," Hermione squealed.

"I know, I know, but what if we don't win? They'll all be so devastated," I said as I slid a pair of earrings into my ears. We still had about ten minutes until it was time to head over to the field.

"Are you kidding? We have Harry, the twins, and Ginny - who's proven to be quite a great player. Slytherin players buy their way onto the team".

I coughed. "Malfoy". Another cough.

She chuckled. "Exactly. Our team is actually made up of good players. We'll win," she said confidently.

"Okay, 'Mione. I hope you're right," I said and took a deep breath before leaving the bathroom, happy with my appearance for the game.

"Ready?".

I nodded and we exited the room.

Hermione and I had decided to head over a little early to wish everyone luck, so when we arrived at the field the stands weren't full yet and the teams were still warming up. We knew that we needed to go get seats soon before they filled up for the final game, but we decided that we had enough time to go wish everyone luck before the match started.

The first person to notice our arrival was Ginny, so she paused her conversation with Harry to come greet us, fully decked out in her quidditch gear.

"Hey guys!" she said as she ran over to us. I could tell that she was excited for the game.

"Hey," Hermione said with a quick hug. "Nervous?".

Ginny pulled away from the hug and waved her hand dismissively. "Nah. I got this in the bag".

I chuckled. "I don't doubt it for a second, Gin".

"I'm going to go say hi to Ron," Hermoine said quickly before walking to where Ron was waving her over.

Ginny and I chuckled as we watched walk off with a smile, way too smitten for her own good.

"You know," she started. "Fred and George are so bloody worked up. It's scaring me, really".

"Really?" I asked and shielded my eyes from the sun with my hand as I searched the field for them. I didn't think that they had noticed me, they were just whacking the bludger back and forth to one another. They did in fact look pretty stressed, digging their toes into the grass anxiously whenever there was a break in their batting.

"Yeah. Haven't seen them this nervous since Mum found out they set the common room on fire last year".

I chuckled as I reminisced the memory of the idiotic prank gone wrong. "I'll go talk to them".

I could hear her say, "do your worst," as I walked away.

When they noticed my arrival as I approached them, they both set down their bats and smiled at me.

"Hey, Princess," George said and wrapped me in a quick hug. I could tell that he was trying to act cool and confident about the match, but I could feel just how tense he was from the hug. When I pulled away, I looked at Fred who looked just as tense as his brother.

"You guys nervous?" I asked knowingly.

Fred waved off my question exactly as Ginny had done moments ago. "Pssh, no".

I looked up at him, unconvinced, and then gave George the same look when he shook his head.

When I looked back at Fred we held eye contact for a moment as I crossed my arms, seeing who would break first and look away. We were just daring each other to give in, and I wouldn't give in until Fred admitted that he was nervous. They always teased me about almost every single thing that I did, now it was my turn.

He finally broke and sighed, his hand coming up to rub at his eyes. "Fine. I'm bloody nervous".

I couldn't help but chuckle as I watched anxious looks take over both of their faces as they watched the Slytherin team practice.

Slytherin had been putting in the work in the past few weeks, practicing almost every day, sometimes twice a day. Apparently they had really stepped up their game and beat both Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw much too easily. We hadn't played them in a few weeks because of the way that the tournament worked, so Gryffindor was a little apprehensive to see if Slytherins work paid off. Ginny told me all about it a few nights ago, she had said that even she was a little bit anxious to see how they would play in the final match.

I patted both of them on the shoulder. "You guys are going to do so well, I know it".

"You don't know it," George huffed.

I shook my head amusedly and smiled. "You guys beat them almost every year, right? That's not going to change this year just because they've been practicing a little more. Gryffindor works together so well which is something Slytherin can't beat. Just go out there and play like you guys normally do and you'll be perfect".

Fred huffed, both of them still side eyeing the other team.

I chuckled again at their anxiousness. "You guys are cute when you're nervous". I earned a glare from both of them. "And even if you don't win,"

Another glare from each twin.

"If," I stressed again. "You don't, it's not the end of the world. But I know that you guys will, so there's nothing to worry about".

"I hope you're right," George said uneasily.

"I am," I assured him. " 'Mione and I should go grab a seat. You guys are going to be great," I said and started to walk away.

"Cheer extra loud for us!" Fred shouted as I walked. I turned around and smiled at the both of them before continuing to Hermione.

She seemed to also be giving a bit of a pep talk to Ron, who looked just as nervous as Fred and George, if not more so.

I walked over and tapped Hermione on the shoulder. "We should go get seats".

She nodded and gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek. "Good luck," she said to him and looped her arm in mine to walk to the stands.

"Fred and George are really nervous too".

She smiled. "I figured. I'm a little anxious as well, but we can't let any of them know. They're all stressed enough as is".

I nodded and we walked in silence until we reached the stands, this time walking up and grabbing a seat in the front row so that we could make sure to be seen by the team.

"I hope they kick Slytherin's asses," I said once we got situated.

"Me too," she said and took a deep breath. It wasn't only the players that were nervous. "They will". I wasn't sure who she was convincing more, me or herself.

The stands quickly filled up to full capacity, and soon after, the game began.

It was quickly obvious that the game would be a nail biter and that neither team would have an easy win. It would seem like Gryffindor would be on a roll, getting goals every two minutes, but then Slytherin would pull their weight and catch right up. For every goal we got, Slytherin followed.

Fred and George had successfully hit a few members of the other team and hadn't let a bludger touch a Gryffindor. I wish I could say that I was surprised, but I wasn't. They were bloody amazing at quidditch. I just hoped that they could stay focused for the entirety of the game and play as great as I knew they could.

Hermione and I were screaming our lungs out for basically the whole game, but we weren't alone. The game was so tense that you couldn't help but stand up and cheer as loud as you possibly could. The announcer had his hands full with all of the action taking place in the field.

"Ten points to Gryffindor!" rang out through the speakers.

"Marcus Flint barely dodged that bludger!".

"Ten points to Slytherin!".

"Ron Weasly blocks the quaffle!". Hermione cheered extra loud at that one.

"Fred Weasley takes out Adrien with a bludger! That looks like it hurts!". This time, I cheered extra loud.

Announcements continued to fill the air, alternating between awarding points to either team. We led for a while, then fell behind a bit only to catch up again.

Hermione and I were basically falling off of the stand with how far we were leant over the rails to cheer the team on.

The score was 70-80, Slyterhin leading, when the announcer said, "It looks like Potter's found something!".

Everyone looked up to the sky to see Harry chasing something, the Slytherin seeker on his tail. Malfoy wasn't the seeker anymore; apparently Slytherin decided to choose players based on talent instead of money. It was apparent that this did not help our team, for the other seeker was speeding up and neck and neck with Harry.

The game below continued on as the seekers chased the snitch, but no one was focusing on it when someone scored a goal. Everyone's attention was on the two boys in the sky that both had one hand on the broom and one hand reacher for the flying object that we couldn't see.

Hermione and I were both chanting variations of "come on, Harry," and crossing our fingers as we waited to see who would catch it first.

"That's it!" rang through the field. "Harry Potter has caught the snitch!".

All of the players in the sky halted their flying and looked up to see Harry floating down with a golden snitch in his raised fist, not paying attention to their surroundings because the game was supposed to be over.

Apparently the Slytherin beater didn't understand this (or just chose to ignore it), because when I looked down to the field, I saw a bludger hurling itself towards an unaware Fred.

It was like everything turned into slow motion, the victorious cheers drowned out by a ringing in my ears as I watched the scene unfold.

My mouth opened to try and yell out and warn him, but the well-aimed bludger was rapidly traveling towards him and before I could even get a word out, a nauseating crack could be heard in the air as the object collided with his body and everyone's attention turned to Fred as he fell off of his broom, falling down a good 50 feet to where he would lay lifelessly on the ground.