Just to see what happens with reviews, I'll just put out this chapter. I had quite a bit of fun writing this though, following Fred is quite entertaining. Hope you like, read and review please!

Snogging. A quite enthusiastic, hands roaming across her back and her hands fisting in his hair, intense snog that was barely concealed by the door next to them. He saw it, though. He saw the girl's feet kick back and forth slightly as she was lifted off the ground, just enough. Just enough. They didn't look like they'd be surfacing for quite a while, actually, seeing as the offending couple were now both with feet planted firmly on the ground, but the roaming hands on the witch's back had stopped and were now gripping her hips quite firmly. He saw a shock of ginger hair, now, and felt jealousy twist itself in a vice grip in his gut. The one class he didn't have with the pair, and he sees them snogging around the corner.

He bitterly turned on his heel and stormed off and into the cavernous space that contained the many cases of moving stairs, making his way resolutely to the Gryffindor common room. A waspish 'Quid Agis' was snapped to the portrait and into the common room he was. Brooding wizard now seated on the comfortable couch, his arms were folded across his chest and he found himself entirely unable to process what happened. Every muscle was jumping and twitching to punch the other wizard, the one who was pulling the witch so close that he was sure they must both be suffocating from lack of air.

In came the slight-framed witch, sitting next to the moody wizard, lips dark and bruised and swollen and gorgeous and he wished he'd been the one to make that happen. Here she was, attempting to pat her hair down, and she as still breathless and grinning with giddy euphoria.

"Lovely day, isn't it?"

Stabbing, knife-like words. "Yeah. Brilliant." A clipped reply for this teen, who now seemed to be returning from her high and watching him with the intent, brown eyes. He moved his head to the side that wasn't in her direction and pretended to look at the window; all to avoid looking at her.

"Fred? You feeling alright? You seem like you're in a bad mood." A great way to state the obvious. Thank you, Angelina, more than happy to oblige.

"M'fine."

"Brilliant, you're not going to talk to me. That's absolutely ace. What's wrong."

"Nope."

"Not even a hypothetical situation?"

"No, Ange."

"Bloody brilliant." With that, the lovely looking witch was up and leaving in quite a huff.

Fred watched her from the corner of his eye and sighed. He had been planning on asking her to the Ball later that day, during study hall, but no. No, apparently it wouldn't happen. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. That was exactly the type of thing he never enjoyed about liking girls—especially when he had liked them for a number of years yet. It was unnecessary, even if it was his twin. Especially since it was his twin, actually. Bloody brilliant. That was the best part, wasn't it? His best mate and his twin snogging in plain sight.

"You look unhappy, then," Lee said smartly as he sat beside Fred. "Something go wrong with Angie?"

"Eleven words. It bloody sucks when your twin snogs the girl you fancy." Fred crossed his arms over his chest and slouched back further in the couch. Fred when depressed was a cake without flour. It just wasn't. It couldn't happen, because he was never his natural, cheerful, laughter-rich self. He thought things had been going so well between himself and Angelina, especially since she hadn't been arguing with him nearly as much, and she had been cheering and taking bets along with him at the first task, and everything in general. They'd been spending more time together and more time apart from George, even.

"Noticed that, actually. Why haven't you put a stop to it yet?" asked Lee with a slight frown on his face. "If anyone were to do something of the sort, it would be you, especially since it's Angie we're talking about." Of course Lee was completely right. Of course he was. He always knew, and he'd known that Fred fancied Angelina since fourth year. Especially considering the difficult time he and George (the whole Weasley family, really) had been through that year—Fred quite clearly could remember her arms wrapping with an odd grace around him after his head fell to her shoulder.

"Can't. She's happy. George is happy." Fred really couldn't see past it; his twin and the best chaser on their team. He just didn't figure it out properly. George was the quiet one, the one that lived in his own shadow aside from when it was show time. Apparently 'show time' meant snogging Angelina in front of anyone who cared to glance their way, though. Bloody brilliant. "Don't want to get in the way."

"Weird how we all fancy her, though. The three of us, I mean. She's just kind of...it works that way, I suppose. C'mon, let's go out on the grounds. Fresh air, clear your head, yeah?"

A muted sigh. Fred stood and nodded, though his fists were clenching and unclenching every few seconds or so, and he saw Lee shake his head. But no, Lee didn't get it. Not the same way. "Was like watching myself snog her, but it wasn't me. Bleedin' hell," he finally stated with a slight flare of his nostrils. "Never wanted to physically hurt George before."

"Listen, mate. All you have to do is be the whole...Gryffindor thing, yeah? Real simple; hold doors open, but more courteous, take more care in seeing if things are out of place with her, be chivalrous or something like that." Sometimes Fred really did wonder how Lee never got Angelina in the first place. Though, it did make more sense that his forwardness probably was not her favorite attribute of his.

"Sound advice there. Thanks, Lee." Fred rolled his shoulders back and ran a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to do? "I'd feel right awful though, mate. Stealin' my twin's bird 'n all that."

Lee shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Believe me, it's a doomed relationship either way. He's too nice and she's too under-nurtured. There's no balance, one'll overcompensate for the other. More than likely they both will. One because they think that's what's supposed to go along, the other because they see how the first is behaving and trying to fix it up that way. Either way, it's just going to be a problem, mate."

Fred saw logic in this, even if he didn't really understand what in the world Lee was talking about. He did know, however, that Lee and Angelina had been friends long before Hogwarts, and therefore trusted the other wizard's word. Whatever that word was. Lee clapped a hand on Fred's back bracingly and flashed a grin at him. There was a slender figure skipping stones over the black lake, and a ginger-haired teen that was only a bit taller than her was by a large oak tree watching.

"Go see to your twin, maybe he has something interesting to share. Maybe you dreamt the bloody thing." With that, Lee was turned from his heel and gone. Great. Bloody brilliant. Fred shook his head and approached the twin in question.

"Oi! What's going on, then?" Fred asked as he leant against the tree next to George. George gave him the brightest look that the melancholy teen had seen in quite a while, but Angelina still seemed oblivious. More like she had a lot on her mind (likely going to talk to Alicia about dresses, or something stupid like that that Fred never would've thought possible of Angelina Johnson) than anything else.

"Not much. Got a date to the ball, actually. What about you, Forge my dear?" George asked, nudging at Fred lightly.

"Oh, nothing of the sort, Gred. I don't have time for women anyway. I'll just go and dance if I feel like it, I suppose. Though you should let that one," he paused to gesture at Angelina, "dance with me at least once. She doesn't seem like she'd mind."

"I would, though." Fred gave him an odd look, which George returned with a grim frown on his face. Any which way Fred could try to talk to George, Fred knew it would be futile. Damn it all.

"Right then. She'll make a decision by then if she should be able to. Not our choice who she wants to dance with." Fred flashed him a brief, false grin, and let his little world collapse in itself. The one person he never had trouble talking to about anything, anything under the stars, he couldn't talk to about this. And it killed him that he couldn't vent to anyone but Lee. Lee was good, but not always his first choice of confidence. Being a commentator made Lee susceptible to talking about anything to anyone, really.

Walking away was the melancholy wizard, unpleasant mood stirring deeper in himself the farther he got from his twin and the witch. He couldn't stand it. Not this time. He would get this done—she wouldn't be able to think straight with him around. He would see to it that Angelina Johnson was his girlfriend by the end of the sixth year.

Oh, and he would get that dance.

Sooo it is not George pining after Angelina. Hmmm. ;)
Much love, besos y abrazos~
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