Fred was scared when the Yule ball came around, but he never would have admitted it. He was the twin who was supposed to lead, be out there, and ask any girl at any point that seemed prudent, but Fred felt rooted to the floor with fear. He had a girl he wanted to ask out, a fun, sweet, ambitious Slytherin girl—Viria, but problem was the last part in the description. No, not the girl part, but the Slytherin part.
So, Fred tried to act like he was all cool about it while all the while he fretted on the inside. He took up the nasty habit of cursing any Slytherin who looked like he might ask Viria ask, which no one took notice of because Fred usually cursed Slytherins. He knew that this was only a temporary fix, though. Eventually someone would ask her despite their bloody nose or bright pink hair.
About two weeks before the ball, Fred started hatching a plan. He worked out one unfruitful, hair-brained plan after another. They included everything from flying monkeys to a boat-full of lilies floating down the black lake.
Fred was full-set on a plan finally when he heard he walked into the Common Room, where he found Harry and Ron moping.
‘So.. you lot got dates for the ball yet?’ He asked, knowing the answer from the looks on their faces.
‘Nope,’ said Ron.
‘Well, you’d better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone,’ said Fred, hiding the irony in his voice skillfully.
‘Who’re you going with then?’ Ron demanded.
‘Angelina,’ said Fred promptly, reciting the first name that came into his mind.
‘What?’ said Ron, taken aback. ‘You’ve already asked her?’
‘Good point,’ said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, ‘Oi, Angelina!’ Angelina, who had been chatting to Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him. A stab ran through him when she turned.
‘What?’ she called back.
‘Want to come to the ball with me?’ Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look. He almost wanted her to say no.
‘All right, then,’ she said.
The night of the ball came, and Angelina looked stunning in long sapphire gown, but Fred’s eyes searched the crowd unceasingly for a single red head—no, not his sister who was dancing with Neville, but for Viria who he saw nowhere.
For once, Fred didn’t even realize that George was nowhere around. It was not until George walked up to join Fred and Angelina, pulling a beautiful girl in peridot robes behind him. Fred recognized her immediately, and his stomach knotted. ‘Hey, Fred, Angie,” George said, “You both know Viria, right?”
That night both twins felt like they were with the wrong girl.
A/N: I think like Angelina and George, Viria and Fred end up together in the end.