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A/N: I'm a bit nervous about this fic as it's my first Harry Potter fic as well as my first time protraying the characters below. However I have tried my best. I would appreciate if one could review and give me tips on what I need to improve on or if it was fine. Anything to help. So without further ado I bring to you, Tension.
When one found the Weasley twins, they were usually together. When one found Angelina she was usually with Alicia and Katie. However, on an occasion, one would find the Weasley twins and Angelina together. Angelina, usually sitting between the two, would be laughing at something one of the twins would say, or the twins would listen to Angelina's new ideas for quidditch plays.
Neither was an uncommon sight. Many brushed it off as simply friendship and nothing more. But what one did not see, was the slight way George brushed against Angelina hand, or the bold curl of Fred's arm around her waist. No one saw George lean and whisper in her ear a little too closely, or when Fred's lips brushed against her cheek, on accident of course.
Even Angelina failed to see the twins eyes meeting in challenge whenever she sat between them. She failed to see Fred's eyes darken when George was close to her, or George's brow slightly twitch when Fred put his arms around her. They kept such a good front, laughing and going on without end, she failed to see the stress brewing between the twins and she was in the middle. Then she would leave, and the tension would be gone.
She would return, and so did the strain. Two airs clashing with no let up in sight. Then she would be gone, and the tension would leave but the air was never truely gone.
When Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball, first, George couldn't help clenching his fist till his knuckles turned white. When George asked Angelina to dance, Fred couldn't help the clench of his jaw.
So the tension remained with no release in sight. Until one day it would boil over and explode.