Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They all belong to the
lovely, ingenious, and most talanted Mrs. JK Rowling and I promise I'll
return them when I'm done playing with them.
Beware the fluff! I'm a girl! I'm allowed to write fluff so get over it!
ps- this is one of my firsts posted on this site... I've been on others. Anyway, this is a POV story, and it's from 2 seperate ones. I love Fred and George .. hehehe!
Fluff
Alicia's point of view...
Alicia Spinnet finished pulling up the zipper on her dress and turned to face the mirror in her dressing room. Her eyebrows raised as she spun around once and the dressed swirled around her legs when she stopped.
"Alicia?" her mother called from the other side of the door.
"Remind me again why I have to wear this thing!" Alicia called, brushing a wrinkle out of the front.
"Because it was on the list and I'm not telling you anything else!" her mother called back with a bit of amusement in he voice. Alicia pulled a face though she was the only person who could see it.
"I hate this!" Alicia called, tugging at the straps so the front wouldn't go so low, but to no avail; it just kept falling down.
"Will you come out?"her mother pleaded.
"No."
"Please?"
"NO!" Alicia said crossing her arms, though no one could see her. It wasn't because she was a tom boy or anything, because she wasn't. She just hated getting really dressed up.
"Is there a problem?" came the clerk's voice.
"I would know if my daughter would just come out," her mother said in an aggitated voice.
"Come now, what about that special guy friend out there who's just dying to see you looking so lovely?" came the clerks silky voice. Angelina looked at her toes as her thoughts wandered to the Weasley twins and how she was rather attracted to both of them.
"Fine, I'll come out," Alicia said and opened the door slowly and emerged with her head down.
Her mother gasped and covered her mouth to hide a proud smile and the clerk tilted her head and smiled.
"Ooh! You're so beautiful!" her mother cried and ran forward to embrace her. Alicia let herself be hugged.
"Alright, can I get out?" Alicia asked after her mother had let go.
Her mother sighed and nodded. "And do hurry up. Don't forget we've got to finish packing for the World
Cup."
"Done!" Alicia proclaimed happily as she threw her quill down on her finished Potions essay five months after the whole dress incodent.
"Good," Angelina said and she pulled Alicia's essay towards her to copy. Angelina shrugged looked around the busy common room spying Ron and Harry emerged in a game of chess, Hermione looking on.
Alicia took her sweatshirt off to enjoy the warm temperature of the common room during winter and then noticed Fred and George. They were at their own table hovering over a piece of parchment, George looking extremely irratated as he rubbed his forehead. Fred said something and patted George on the head, and Alicia tilted her head smiling at the way George cocked his eyebrow and half smiled. It was ... cute ...
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Angelina whispered mischeviously, making Alicia turn away. Angelina was the only person who knew and shared Alicia's feelings for the twins, but SHE was the one Fred had asked. She quickly changed the subject.
"Do you notice how the twins are a bit ... " Alicia searched for a word.
"Calmer?" Angelina snorted.
"No."
"Innocent? Secretive? Cuter?" Angelina offered.
"Yeah," Alicia said.
"Cuter?" Angelina repeated, laughing.
"No, they're more secretive," Alicia said putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hands.
"It's alot quiter," Angelina said gratefully.
Alicia laughed.
"This from the girl going to the Yule Ball with one of them?"
Angelina pulled a face and then smiled.
"And THIS from a girl who doesn't have a date yet?" Angelina said, crossing her arms and sitting back in her seat, reminding her the Yule Ball was only two nights away. "Look, all you have to do is be yourself around them!" Alicia advised.
"What are you talking about?" Alicia asked, cocking her eyebrow.
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't become more ... " Angelina started looking Alicia in the eye. Alicia shrugged to say she didn't have a clue what Angelina was talking about. "Alicia, you haven't been acting youself around them at all this year. You're all serious and stuff ... just relax!"
And with that Angelina went back to copying Alicia's paper. Alicia sat pondering for a moment, thinking. Could it be true? Now that she thought about it, she never had felt quite comfortable around the twins lately ... maybe that WAS her problem. But then ...
Alicia let her eyes wander back to the twins again. She noticed George's face was quite red and he was trying to reason with his brother in quiet whispers, who kept shaking his head no. George finally gave up, grabbed a quill and wrote something on the paper. Fred smiled grimly and picked up his bag to put everything away will George got up, running his hand through his hair. He spotted Alicia and smiled at her. She smiled back and he looked as though he were about to walk over when Fred said something else and George nodded in an annoyed sortof way.
"Yes, I'm aware," she heard him say and he walked off towards the the portrait hole.
"What was that all about?" Alicia asked Fred as he passed by their table carrying his and George's bag towards the boy's staircase.
"Nothing, George is just having a ... bad day," Fred answered putting George's bag down on the table.
"Why?" Angelina suddenly became very interested in the person who had invited her to the ball and she put her quill down.
"Alot of stuff ... and he can't find a date for the Yule Ball," Fred admitted even though he probably shouldn't have.
Angelina turned to Fred, though her eyes were locked on Alicia's. "Really?" she asked deviously.
"Poor chap," Fred said scratching at the back of his neck, and then running his hand through his firey red hair. "Someone should go talk to him," he said nudging Alicia.
"What?" Alicia said looking from Angelina's face to Fred's. They both smiled innocently and Alicia realized they meant her. She sighed, smiled, and got up from her seat, Fred immediatly stealing it. "How do I look?" she asked, pressing the wrinkles out of her shirt.
"Super!" Fred said sarcastically and he gave her two thumbs up. Angelina nodded.
Through the portrait hole, down the cold corridor, up the stairs to the Owlery, Alicia wondered if the whole thing was just a joke. She hoped not because she was too tired to kick all of their butts.
Upon reaching the last step and the door, she fixed her hair, and reached out for the handle, but the door seemed to open on it's own accord.
A blast of cold air blew her hair back and she heard a few owls hoot indignantly. She opened her eyes again to find George sitting on the large stony window sill leaving against the side starring up at the sky.
"George?" Alicia said softly. He didn't look over at her, or even acknowledge she was there ... "George?" she repeated.
"Hey Alicia," he said.
"George," she began as she shuffled her feet over to him, crossing her arms to stay warm. "What are you doing?"
"Just ... thinking..." he said with a half smile on his face.
"About?" Alicia prompted and she sat down next to him.
George didn't respond for a moment and Alicia wondered if she shouldn't have said anything at all.
"It's ... I mean ... Fred," he answered. Alicia's eyebrows raised and she reached out to touch his arm, but didn't.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, no. It's not Fred ... I mean, it is but ... " George stumbled on his words and ran his hand through his firey red hair.
"If you don't want to tell me ... " Alicia said quietly.
"It's not that," George he said quickly.
"Then what?"
"I can't tell you," George said.
"Oh," Alicia said.
"I mean, I could tell you, but ..." George trailed off, and smiled at her.
"No, it's alright," Alicia said and she smiled back at him.
For a few seconds they just stood there smiling at eachother, no words spoken.
"When's the last time you stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays?" he asked, trying to make conversation.
"My first year," Angelina answered, shivering. She wished she had her sweatshirt again ...
"Are you cold?!" he asked, running his hand down her arm, which had goosebumps all down it.
"Oh, no, really... I'm not." she tried to protest but George had already taken his sweater with a "G" on it off and handed it to her. She smiled, sighed and put it on.
It smelled nice, like George, and it was too big for her.
George let out a laugh and Alicia turned to him.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said shaking his head, though he still had a smiled on his face.
There was a moment of silence.
"Listen, Alicia," he began. She turned to him and starred. "Do you ... do you want to ..." George tried to say. Alicia blinked and bit her lower lip. "What I'm trying to say is ... " George ran his hand through his hair and tugged at his shirt. "Will you go to the ball with me?" he asked looking her straight in the face.
Alicia's mind went blank and George swallowed.
"Yes!" Alicia finally yelled after letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
N/A: Ooh whoopdeedoo ... what a cliffhanger .. that was sarcasm ... I don't care if you review, but you should read the POV of George! Sorry about Making Fred a jerk, but I imagine he is sometimes ...
Beware the fluff! I'm a girl! I'm allowed to write fluff so get over it!
ps- this is one of my firsts posted on this site... I've been on others. Anyway, this is a POV story, and it's from 2 seperate ones. I love Fred and George .. hehehe!
Fluff
Alicia's point of view...
Alicia Spinnet finished pulling up the zipper on her dress and turned to face the mirror in her dressing room. Her eyebrows raised as she spun around once and the dressed swirled around her legs when she stopped.
"Alicia?" her mother called from the other side of the door.
"Remind me again why I have to wear this thing!" Alicia called, brushing a wrinkle out of the front.
"Because it was on the list and I'm not telling you anything else!" her mother called back with a bit of amusement in he voice. Alicia pulled a face though she was the only person who could see it.
"I hate this!" Alicia called, tugging at the straps so the front wouldn't go so low, but to no avail; it just kept falling down.
"Will you come out?"her mother pleaded.
"No."
"Please?"
"NO!" Alicia said crossing her arms, though no one could see her. It wasn't because she was a tom boy or anything, because she wasn't. She just hated getting really dressed up.
"Is there a problem?" came the clerk's voice.
"I would know if my daughter would just come out," her mother said in an aggitated voice.
"Come now, what about that special guy friend out there who's just dying to see you looking so lovely?" came the clerks silky voice. Angelina looked at her toes as her thoughts wandered to the Weasley twins and how she was rather attracted to both of them.
"Fine, I'll come out," Alicia said and opened the door slowly and emerged with her head down.
Her mother gasped and covered her mouth to hide a proud smile and the clerk tilted her head and smiled.
"Ooh! You're so beautiful!" her mother cried and ran forward to embrace her. Alicia let herself be hugged.
"Alright, can I get out?" Alicia asked after her mother had let go.
Her mother sighed and nodded. "And do hurry up. Don't forget we've got to finish packing for the World
Cup."
"Done!" Alicia proclaimed happily as she threw her quill down on her finished Potions essay five months after the whole dress incodent.
"Good," Angelina said and she pulled Alicia's essay towards her to copy. Angelina shrugged looked around the busy common room spying Ron and Harry emerged in a game of chess, Hermione looking on.
Alicia took her sweatshirt off to enjoy the warm temperature of the common room during winter and then noticed Fred and George. They were at their own table hovering over a piece of parchment, George looking extremely irratated as he rubbed his forehead. Fred said something and patted George on the head, and Alicia tilted her head smiling at the way George cocked his eyebrow and half smiled. It was ... cute ...
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Angelina whispered mischeviously, making Alicia turn away. Angelina was the only person who knew and shared Alicia's feelings for the twins, but SHE was the one Fred had asked. She quickly changed the subject.
"Do you notice how the twins are a bit ... " Alicia searched for a word.
"Calmer?" Angelina snorted.
"No."
"Innocent? Secretive? Cuter?" Angelina offered.
"Yeah," Alicia said.
"Cuter?" Angelina repeated, laughing.
"No, they're more secretive," Alicia said putting her elbows on the table and resting her chin in her hands.
"It's alot quiter," Angelina said gratefully.
Alicia laughed.
"This from the girl going to the Yule Ball with one of them?"
Angelina pulled a face and then smiled.
"And THIS from a girl who doesn't have a date yet?" Angelina said, crossing her arms and sitting back in her seat, reminding her the Yule Ball was only two nights away. "Look, all you have to do is be yourself around them!" Alicia advised.
"What are you talking about?" Alicia asked, cocking her eyebrow.
"Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't become more ... " Angelina started looking Alicia in the eye. Alicia shrugged to say she didn't have a clue what Angelina was talking about. "Alicia, you haven't been acting youself around them at all this year. You're all serious and stuff ... just relax!"
And with that Angelina went back to copying Alicia's paper. Alicia sat pondering for a moment, thinking. Could it be true? Now that she thought about it, she never had felt quite comfortable around the twins lately ... maybe that WAS her problem. But then ...
Alicia let her eyes wander back to the twins again. She noticed George's face was quite red and he was trying to reason with his brother in quiet whispers, who kept shaking his head no. George finally gave up, grabbed a quill and wrote something on the paper. Fred smiled grimly and picked up his bag to put everything away will George got up, running his hand through his hair. He spotted Alicia and smiled at her. She smiled back and he looked as though he were about to walk over when Fred said something else and George nodded in an annoyed sortof way.
"Yes, I'm aware," she heard him say and he walked off towards the the portrait hole.
"What was that all about?" Alicia asked Fred as he passed by their table carrying his and George's bag towards the boy's staircase.
"Nothing, George is just having a ... bad day," Fred answered putting George's bag down on the table.
"Why?" Angelina suddenly became very interested in the person who had invited her to the ball and she put her quill down.
"Alot of stuff ... and he can't find a date for the Yule Ball," Fred admitted even though he probably shouldn't have.
Angelina turned to Fred, though her eyes were locked on Alicia's. "Really?" she asked deviously.
"Poor chap," Fred said scratching at the back of his neck, and then running his hand through his firey red hair. "Someone should go talk to him," he said nudging Alicia.
"What?" Alicia said looking from Angelina's face to Fred's. They both smiled innocently and Alicia realized they meant her. She sighed, smiled, and got up from her seat, Fred immediatly stealing it. "How do I look?" she asked, pressing the wrinkles out of her shirt.
"Super!" Fred said sarcastically and he gave her two thumbs up. Angelina nodded.
Through the portrait hole, down the cold corridor, up the stairs to the Owlery, Alicia wondered if the whole thing was just a joke. She hoped not because she was too tired to kick all of their butts.
Upon reaching the last step and the door, she fixed her hair, and reached out for the handle, but the door seemed to open on it's own accord.
A blast of cold air blew her hair back and she heard a few owls hoot indignantly. She opened her eyes again to find George sitting on the large stony window sill leaving against the side starring up at the sky.
"George?" Alicia said softly. He didn't look over at her, or even acknowledge she was there ... "George?" she repeated.
"Hey Alicia," he said.
"George," she began as she shuffled her feet over to him, crossing her arms to stay warm. "What are you doing?"
"Just ... thinking..." he said with a half smile on his face.
"About?" Alicia prompted and she sat down next to him.
George didn't respond for a moment and Alicia wondered if she shouldn't have said anything at all.
"It's ... I mean ... Fred," he answered. Alicia's eyebrows raised and she reached out to touch his arm, but didn't.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, no. It's not Fred ... I mean, it is but ... " George stumbled on his words and ran his hand through his firey red hair.
"If you don't want to tell me ... " Alicia said quietly.
"It's not that," George he said quickly.
"Then what?"
"I can't tell you," George said.
"Oh," Alicia said.
"I mean, I could tell you, but ..." George trailed off, and smiled at her.
"No, it's alright," Alicia said and she smiled back at him.
For a few seconds they just stood there smiling at eachother, no words spoken.
"When's the last time you stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays?" he asked, trying to make conversation.
"My first year," Angelina answered, shivering. She wished she had her sweatshirt again ...
"Are you cold?!" he asked, running his hand down her arm, which had goosebumps all down it.
"Oh, no, really... I'm not." she tried to protest but George had already taken his sweater with a "G" on it off and handed it to her. She smiled, sighed and put it on.
It smelled nice, like George, and it was too big for her.
George let out a laugh and Alicia turned to him.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said shaking his head, though he still had a smiled on his face.
There was a moment of silence.
"Listen, Alicia," he began. She turned to him and starred. "Do you ... do you want to ..." George tried to say. Alicia blinked and bit her lower lip. "What I'm trying to say is ... " George ran his hand through his hair and tugged at his shirt. "Will you go to the ball with me?" he asked looking her straight in the face.
Alicia's mind went blank and George swallowed.
"Yes!" Alicia finally yelled after letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding.
N/A: Ooh whoopdeedoo ... what a cliffhanger .. that was sarcasm ... I don't care if you review, but you should read the POV of George! Sorry about Making Fred a jerk, but I imagine he is sometimes ...