Forever and Always

• Cedric Diggory •

"Fred! Look!" Saphire screamed at Fred.

Me and Saphire were playing a muggle game that Harvey had told us about called 'catch'.

A very self explanatory game as Harvey pointed out. You simply threw something to each other (preferable a ball) and tried to catch it.

Me and Saphire had made fun of the stupid sounding game, but soon became addicted to it when we realised that we were both very good at it and we were now throwing a ball across the common room.

"That's not impressive!" Sighed Fred, taking a half glance at us.

"I don't know," commented Lee. "It's not as easy as it looks! Harvey made me try it before and I kept dropping that blasted ball!"

"You two are very good at catching though," Harvey pointed out.

"You guys should have been seekers." added George.

Saphire scoffed.

"Please! I'd much rather support from the side lines," she giggled.

"And if I wasn't going to be a chaser i'd for sure a beater," I said, raising my eyebrows at Fred and George. "I mean look at these muscles!"

I put my arm up and flexed my biceps.

Both Fred and George roller their eyes simultaneously.

"You think you'd be a better beater than us?" George said, pointing between him and his brother.

"I mean I'm pretty sure I could shove either of you out of your position," I declared. "Perhaps George though, Fred is clearly the better beater."

Fred rolled over laughing and George quickly jumped to his feet with his eyes wider than a house elf's.

He caught the ball that Saphire was mid throwing to me.

"Hey!" I protested. "We were on a roll you
dick-head."

"And the compliments keep on coming," he sighed.

I rolled my eyes and stretched out my hand for him to give me back the ball.

"I don't think so!" He scoffed playfully and put his hand on his hip, holding up the ball with one hand.

"Georgeee!" I groaned.

He lifted one eyebrow at me but didn't budge.

"Accio ball!" I said with a swish of my wand.

Instead of the ball coming easily out of his hand and into mine. George put up at fight and tried to keep his grip on the ball.

This resulted in George being propelled forward and straight into me.

Our bodies slammed together as he pushed me back, into a suit of armour behind me.

My hands instinctively went to his chest and his went either side or my head, still clutching the ball in one hand.

"Powerful spell!" he said.

His eyes darted up to the face on the suit of armour.

"Threesome?" he queried.

I slapped my hand to my mouth and started laughing into it.

"George Fabien Weasley!" I sighed.

I looked up at his cheeky face and shook my head. I got on my tippy toes and leaned up so I was closer to his ear.

"I'm down for anything," I whispered flirtatiously.

He froze to the spot and I took my chance to slide out from between him and the armour.