After the World Cup Quidditch Match, you walked inside the tent where the Weasleys (and Harry & Hermione) are staying.

Before the game, you walked towards the Weasleys (and Hermione & Harry). But you were with your boyfriend Draco and his father Lucius, who you didn't expect would come. You are friends with George, Hermione and Ginny, and you don't really have a good relationship with Fred—as you two are sworn enemies.

You noticed that there was this intense aura inside the room, you glanced at Fred who was muttering something to George. Because earlier, Lucius hit Harry's hand with his stick and pointed out that Harry will be chased by the you-know-who.

He then stood up and bumped into me as he was walking towards Harry and Ron—and that made you snap. "What? What's your problem with me? Say it, Fred. Do I vex you?"

"No," He bluntly said and whispered something to Harry and Ron.

"Then what is it? Tell me, stop acting like a kid," You walked towards him.

"You really wanna know? Fine, we were doing alright before you came to us with your stupid bloody boyfriend who vex Harry," He shouted at you.

Harry tried to calm him down by saying it was alright but he pushed Harry away a bit and replied, "No! No, you see? It was never alright. And you know what's worse? You had to bring his selfish father and now you made things messy."

"Frederic Gideon, enough of that!" His father, Arthur Weasley scolded him.

But he continued shouting at you, "You had Oliver, you had my twin brother and it just wasn't enough—you had to have Draco too."

His twin, your best friend George, tried to calm and stop him, "Freddie, stop it."

He then laughed bitterly and added, "Goodness me, you are so bloody selfish."

"Fred!" His sister, Ginny shouted and hit him on the shoulder.

"What?" He replied and got hit at the back of his head by his brother, Ron while saying "Are you serious?"

"I had to have Draco? Are you kidding? I was in love, Fred... Like out of my mind in love, what was I supposed to do?!" I walked towards him as I continued shouting at him and until we were too close.

*"Well, Maybe we should've never invited you— because in the first place, you never fit in." He snapped.