Fred grinned as he watched you engage in a snowball fight with a few other sixth-years, a wide smile on your own face, brought by the mysterious joy of the season's first snowfall. George nudged his twin's arm and nodded his head at you across the courtyard, but Fred shook his head.

"Ah, I haven't got a shot with Y/N."

George raised an eyebrow at his brother, surprised at his lack of confidence in the matter.

"I know you fancy her, Freddie- just go flirt with her. It's not like you don't know how."

Fred chuckled at his twin's teasing and thought for a moment, then made up his mind, nodding. When he went over, you were quick to add him into the snowball fight, teaming up with him and (after a minute or two) George, against three other students in your year. A good half-hour later, hands and cheeks red from cold, you and the twins sauntered into the castle, laughing and panting yet victorious.

"So, Fred, you have a date to the Yule Ball yet?"

Pleasantly surprised, he shook his head in truthful reply.

"D'you suppose, well, would you think about going with me?"

Fred's wide smile betrayed to you his earnest feelings on the matter, and your own grin grew to match his as your heart warmed.

"Absolutely, love."