A/N: So, this is my first HP fic, though I've read soooo many! It's some wonderful fluff and drama about George and Angelina for the 50 Art of Word Challenge. I love reviews like I love fanfic, so pleeeease tell me what you think! They're going to be short because, well, 50 is a lot!
And I own nothing Harry Potter. Wouldn't that be awesome if I did? But I don't...
Envy
Smack!
"Ouch!" Fred yelled, grabbing and rubbing his head. He and George looked up to see an irate Angelina hovering over them.
"Bloody hell, Angelina? What did you do that for?" Fred asked, frowning as he rubbed his head.
"I warned you, Fred! I told you if you ever--"
"I'm not Fred. He is," Fred said, pointing at his brother. Before George had a chance to defend himself, Angelina slapped Fred on the head again – hard.
"Don't lie to me, Fred! Find someone else to help you with your Potions homework!"
"What did I do? And how do you know I even did it?"
Her eyes flicked to George for just a moment. "Because I know you and I know him and I know George would never stoop that low." Raising up her hand one more time, Fred and George both cowered away. With a final death glare, she stormed out of the Common Room.
Once she was gone, George looked his brother with wide eyes. "Blimey, Fred! What did you do?"
"I honestly can't remember. But whatever it was, she's probably right." Fred shrugged, turning his attention back to the order forms he was working on. His hand rose to his red head once more and he began rubbing again. "That girl can really hit."
George glanced at the stairway where Angelina had disappeared, feeling something strange.
She didn't think he would stoop that low? It should have been a compliment, George knew. But, as he glanced over at Fred still rubbing his sore head, he didn't feel pride rising up. It was more like envy.
She didn't think he would stoop that low?
If it got him the kind of attention she just unleashed on Fred, maybe he should.
End Note: Well, how was it for a first try? Tell me what you think!