Thump. Katie Bell's eyes shot open as she was hit in the face by something soft and fluffy. Thump. This one narrowly missed her head, instead hitting the pillow beside her. Katie sat upright quickly to locate her attacker, but instantly relaxed when she spotted her best friend, Angelina looking at her guiltily with a pillow in her hand.
'You're losing your touch Ange. That last one missed.' Katie smiled 'What will our dear captain have to say abo-' Katie was cut off as she was forced to dive sideways to avoid being hit by another pillow.
'Speaking of our dear captain' Angelina replied innocently. 'The boys – Fred, George and Oliver- have invited us to Hogsmeade today and Alicia has been hoping to get some alone time with Oliver so she was wondering if you could distract Fred – or 'keep him company' as she put it.'
'What about George?'
'I'm sure I can take care of that' Angelina winked at her.
'I see, well as much as I would love to go and see you two flirt shamelessly I have a cold and I really don't feel up to it.'
'Please Katie' Angelina begged. 'I'll be your best friend.'
'You already are, Ange'
'Fine then, how about a bar of Honeydukes' finest chocolate?'
'Make it three and we have a deal'
'Two?'
'Fine' Katie agreed grudgingly, and hurried off to change.

Twenty minutes later Katie found herself outside the entrance to Hogwarts as she for her name to be checked off. As they passed a rather grumpy looking Filch and made towards Hogsmeade Angelina and George and Alicia and Oliver branched off ahead slightly, leaving her alone with Fred. She tried to make light conversation with him but found herself constantly interrupted by gangs of girls giggling as they passed Fred and those who knew him often waving 'hi'. Penelope Clearwater even stopped and flirted with him for a good couple of minutes before Fred excused himself. Although Katie could see why they found Fred attractive, he was undoubtedly handsome and mischievously exciting, she thought the way they were all acting was silly and demeaning. Some of them even had the cheek to cast them jealous looks.

Once they finally reached Hogsmeade Oliver suggested they visit Spintwitches, the sports shop, to which Alicia agreed wholeheartedly. The others weren't so keen though, knowing how Oliver was around anything Quidditch related. George then suggested Zonko's to which, unsurprisingly, Angelina seconded right away. Fred, on the other hand, declined, saying that he had no money, making it a cruel form of torture. After a meaningful look from Angelina, Katie also declined; giving the excuse it would be unfair to leave Fred on his own. So they made plans to meet and The Three Broomsticks and set off in their own directions.
'The Shrieking Shack?' Fred suggested after the others had left.
'The Shrieking Shack' Katie agreed and they started off at a steady walk in companionable silence. When they reached the shack Katie found herself in awe, as she always was, of the sheer eeriness of the shack. Bam. Katie was broken out of her trance by a snowball in the side of the face, courtesy of Fred. Katie briefly wondered what it was with people throwing things at her face today before her competitive instincts kicked in and she dived behind a tree and started stockpiling snowballs. Soon enough a small scale snowball war had commenced and the next fifteen minutes were filled with happy cheers whenever a snowball hit home and squeals whenever one hit in the head or face. But too soon Katie was out of snowballs and Fred still had a substantial amount. Not wanting to admit defeat Katie hurled herself from her hiding place, straight and Fred. Taken by surprise he was knocked backwards and they found themselves rolling down the hill, a tangle of arms and legs. When they reached the bottom the stopped suddenly and for one heart stopping second, Katie found herself face to face with Fred, whom she was lying on top of, before his lips were on hers and, unsure of who leant in first. Katie briefly found herself enjoying the sensations of being so close to Fred, of their lips touching, before she came to her senses. She was kissing Fred! But she didn't even fancy Fred! They were just friends! At the same time they both pulled away and she noticed the confused and slightly anxious look on his face that must have been identical to hers before quickly rolling off of him and hurriedly standing up. Katie used the excuse of brushing snow off of her clothes to wait for the red tinge that had overtaken her face to subside. When she felt calm enough she turned back to Fred and gave him a small, hesitant smile. He returned the smile before asking –
'Should we head back to The Three Broomsticks now? The others should be done but the time we get back.' Katie inclined her head and they started to walk back, making small talk and sticking to safe subjects. No mention of what happened passed their lips but they both kept a decidedly large distance from each other.

The rest of the trip passed without incident and they stuck strictly to neutral conversation topics, not even acknowledging the kiss had ever happened.

That evening, as Katie sat down on her bed, Angelina threw her the promised chocolate before launching into a recap of her afternoon and an analysis of every word George had said. Katie tried to pay attention but found herself zoning out to thoughts of her afternoon.
'So, how was your afternoon Katie?' Katie snapped out of her daydream guiltily.
'Huh? Oh, it was fine.' Katie replied before busying herself with her chocolate.

The next day Katie noted with a smile that Fred Weasley had a cold.

How'd I do? I find that I'm my most creative at night, unfortuately that is when my grammar/spelling/punctuation skills are at their worst so I appologise for those. Feel free to review, good or bad. Both are helpful as long as it's constructive.