A.N. : I want to thank the three people that reviewed the first chapter: Anako, XxFearlessDeparturexX, and yellow 14. And then to the peeps who favorited it: Miss Montague and XxFearlessDeparturexX. The four of you each get a hug and kiss from Alvin, my pet llama. :D SMOOCHES! And welcome to chapter two.

Chapter Two: Assault, Running, Farts, and Granny Panties

"Katie! Wake your booty up!" Alicia ripped the curtains around my bed open and jumped on me.

"Grrraaagghhh," I mumbled, squinting up at her. "'Leesh, its Saturday!"

"Ange and I are going running! We need you to come with us!" She stood up and started jumping on my bed without any pants on. Sigh.

"Stop jumping, Alicia, no one wants to see your granny panties," I commented. She did what I said, face bright pink, and sat down at the foot of my bed. "And I'm pretty sure you two are capable of running without my sexiness aiding your side."

Ange sighed, walking out of the bathroom. "Come on, Katie, please? We don't want to go alone."

"How will you be alone when you're running with each other? Ange, you make no sense sometimes." I took my favorite fluffy pillow and plopped it over my head, blocking out the pleading looks of my best friends. I turned over on my side, eyes sliding shut.

"Fine," I heard Angelina grumble. "But I know what will get you up."

I didn't think about it at the time, so when I heard footsteps fade away, I was certain that I had won the argument. Merlin, was I wrong.

"Katesy-Koo! Time to get up, lover!" George's voice rang through the room. What the -?

"AGH! George! Get the bloody hell off of me!" I shouted while George's body landed on mine. The pillow was ripped off my face, and I noticed his broom hovering beside my bed. George turned me over so I was facing toward him, grinning over me. He had my wrists locked together above me, which he was only holding with one of his hands and my legs pressed together by his knees. Did I mention I sleep only in my bra and panties?

"George, get off. Now." I demanded, scowling up at him.

"Not until you promise you'll get up."

"Well, I certainly won't with you in the room!"

"Why not?"

"I'm not wearing anything!" I responded without a thought. Red spread over his cheeks and he looked down at where my boobs were under my comforter.

"You're naked?"

I sighed, exasperated. "NO! I'm in my underthings! And stop looking at my boobs!"

His eyes snapped back up to my face, his mischievous grin appearing. My brain whirred in understanding.

"RAPE!" I shrieked. "RAPE! RA-!"

His other hand covered my mouth while I squirmed.

"Kates, I'm not gonna rape you. I swear we covered this on Tuesday." He shook his head. I stopped squirming and licked his hand. His grin grew wider, but didn't remove his hand. "If you wanna play that way, Kates, you could've just asked."

He lowered his face to where our noses were touching. I glared at him, and slipped my legs up slowly, centimeter by centimeter, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"George, could you please get off of me?" I tried to say through his hand, but it came out like this, "Gahh, humm oo eez geh ommpf uhh mehh?"

"What was that, doll?" he asked, clearly enjoying this. Wanker.

Finally my legs were up far enough and I jerked them forward. George fell off my bed with an "Oomph!"

I quickly groped for a shirt in the trunk by my bedside and slipped the pink tee on. George stood up, still smiling.

"Do you ever wipe that grin off of your face, Weasley?" I asked, slipping a pair of my favorite black swishy sweat pants on under the covers. I threw the covers off of me and turned to throw a pair of mismatching pink and purple striped socks on. I got out of bed and crossed my arms.

"Not really, darling, the ladies love it."

I snorted with an eye roll. "I hope you realize that raping me and seeing me in my undergarments won't get you anywhere with me, doll," I said mockingly, striding past him, downstairs, into the common room where Ange and Alicia were waiting with smug smiles on their faces and my white trainers in Angelina's hand. I grabbed them from her hands with hostility, took a seat on one of the couches between Fred and Lee to put them on.

"You both suck really bad dragon testicles," I told Angelina and Alicia, tying my right shoe and stood up, pulling my hair into a high ponytail.

"Who us?" Lee and Fred asked as George flew down from the dorm on his Cleansweep Five.

I shot them a look. "No, Angie and 'Leesh."

"Oh, okay." They settled back into the couch, chattering away about something unimportant.

George shot me a naughty grin before taking my recent place on the couch. I turned around, nose in the air, and walked out of the portrait hole with Angie and Alicia. I faintly heard Lee say, "What's her problem?"

"She's falling in love with me."

I turned to storm back in there and deck George in the nose, but the Fat Lady already swung shut. I sighed and turned back around to face Angelina and Alicia who were giving me smirks.

"I didn't even get to brush my teeth, my hair, or wash my face."

They shared a smile, and each flicked their wands. "Done, done, and done."

My face suddenly felt rather refreshed, my teeth clean, and I touched my ponytail which was very smooth.

"You both suck."

!

We went down to the Quidditch pitch to see if they had changed anything yet for the Tournament. All was the same. After all, the rivaling schools hadn't even come here yet. It was only the middle of September.

So, we ran a quite a few laps around the pitch, and I did a cartwheel rather clumsily. I fell on my bum which made the girls laugh. I was suddenly glad the boys weren't here. They would tease me endlessly.

"Oi! Clumsy Kate!"

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I shrieked to the sky. "What the hell do you have against me?"

Sure enough, the boys were sauntering over to my place on the ground while Ange and Alicia were on the other side of the pitch, still jogging.

I spread myself out on the ground, fists clenched. He can't leave me alone just for an hour?

"Nice cartwheel," Fred complimented, sitting down next to me.

"Thanks," I replied sarcastically.

"Hey now, it's my dear brother that's being rude to you, not me. I know how to treat a girl, Kates. Which is why I get so many more girlfriends than he does." Fred shot me a sparkling grin. I sat up, threw my arms around him, and kissed him on the cheek.

"And that's why you're my favorite, Freddie."

George sat on my other side, glaring at Fred jealously. It made me laugh.

"Hear that, Georgie? I'm her favorite."

George reached across me to thump his on the forehead, which made me and Lee both laugh, who sat down in front of me. Fred smacked him back.

"Now now, boys, play nice," I teased.

"Yeah, I mean, Katie's hot and everything, but she's not that hot," Lee reasoned. I slugged him on the arm, hard.

"Ow," he whimpered as the twins laughed.

"Hot enough to turn you down, what, six times?" I batted my eyelashes at him innocently. He glowered at me as the twins laughed harder.

The girls finally reached us and they both plopped down on either side of Lee.

"Hey guys!" Alicia smiled brightly.

George laid face-up into my lap. I let out a large sigh of disgruntlement but didn't say anything, mostly because I wanted to avoid a conversation that included that butt-cheese in it. He gave me a smug look and reached up to play with my hair.

"It's so long," He told me. I fought the urge to roll my eyes and say, 'Duh'. Everyone else looked at me with me with smirks firmly planted on their faces.

"Mmm." I settled for a noise of half-interest, though the gentle tugs I felt on my scalp felt oddly soothing. He sat back up momentarily to softly pull the ponytail holder out of my hair, took my arm, and slid it onto my wrist. Then, he took my hair and swung it over the side to he could reach it easier. I, now, was fighting the urge to smile. I actually liked it when he wasn't being an obnoxious dumb-ass.

"Aw, how sweet." Alicia finally spoke.

I glared at her while the others laughed. George said and did nothing, but kept playing with my hair that came down to my belly button when I sat up straight. However, I did catch the corners of his mouth twitch mildly.

"So, who is entering the tournament?" Fred asked us.

I shrugged and said, "I don't really feel like dying anytime soon, so…"

George chuckled.

"I think its worth a shot. I turn seventeen soon," Angie said nonchalantly.

"I just got my nails done two days before we came here, so no." Alicia giggled like the ditzy blond I love. I laughed at her.

"And we'll take an Aging Potion," Fred concluded, pointing to himself and George. "We only need to be a couple months older."

"What about you, Lee?" George asked, momentarily forgetting about my hair and turning his head in my lap to look at Lee, who shrugged.

"I dunno. I'll take the potion with you guys, I guess," he answered. Angelina scoffed. The three boys looked at her.

"I hope you three know you'll probably fail."

"How? We won't look any different. Like we said, only a couple months older. You know, Angie, I'm hurt that you don't have confidence in us." Fred batted his eyelashes at her, and her cheeks darkened. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, Fred. Don't you know what you do to her?" I shook my head and Ange slapped my arm quite hard while Lee, Alicia, and George laughed. I rubbed the spot on my arm grumbling unintelligibly under my breath.

"Just ask him out already, Ange. Merlin's pink skinny jeans!" I scowled.

Fred's ears went pink, but he grinned cheekily at Angie all the same.

"What do you say?" He asked her, waggling his eyebrows. Her blush deepened, but she smiled back.

"I say…Absolutely!" She tackled him into a hug.

"AHEM!" I coughed loudly.

She looked up at me briefly. "Thank you, Katie."

"Yeah, Kates, thanks!" Fred planted his lips on hers while the remaining four of us groaned. "Man, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that!"

"Merry Christmas," I muttered sarcastically while George resumed playing with my hair with a strange look on his face. He avoided my curious gaze.

So here we all sat, in the middle of the Quidditch field with Fred and Angelina snogging each others' brains out, George's head in my lap, and Alicia, Lee, and I all wearing annoyed looks on our faces.

"'Leesh, I'm going to go to the locker room to grab a shower. Come with?" I asked lifting George's head out of my lap gently. He sat up so I could stand, and I was going to give him a look of gratitude, but he still avoided my eyes.

"Yeah. Ange…?"

But Angie was too busy Frenching dear Fredrick. I rolled my eyes with annoyance and linked arms with Alicia.

"Seriously? You two are going to leave us here?" Lee asked, a look of disgust appearing on his face after he glanced at the Love Birds.

"Well, I'd ask you both to come with, but as we're sporting boobs and you two aren't…" I grinned at their expressions while Alicia laughed. "Toodles!"

We both skipped along, not far away from where the remaining four were sitting, into the girl's locker room. I turned one of the showers on to warm and started stripping as Alicia did the same with the shower stall next to mine. They weren't really stalls, but on each side, connected to the wall, there were little brick walls. They came up to my shoulder, but Alicia was shorter and it was up to her chin.

"So," Alicia giggled suggestively as we both entered the stalls. I felt relaxed as the warm water streamed down my body and wetted my hair "George was pretty quiet today."

"Yeah, after he raped me in the dorm." I let the water run through my hair for a minute or two before lathering it up with the shampoo that we leave in here.

Alicia sighed impatiently. "He was acting pretty sweet, too. Playing with your hair, laying his head in your lap. It was adorable."

"Okay, then. Good for him." She looked up at me from her stall in exasperation.

"Katie! Jeez, you're more like a guy than I thought!"

I pulled my eyebrows together in confusion. "Well, thanks," I mumbled sarcastically, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair.

"It's just you're so clueless! He is absolutely crazy about you. The way he acted today - it just proved it!"

I was silent, thinking about it. I stood still under the hot water, as Alicia giggled at my expression, which made me snap out of it.

"Oh, shut it, Alicia. He may have feelings for me, but I don't have any feelings other than annoyed friendly love for him. Sorry to burst your bubble."

She looked downtrodden but said nothing else about George for the rest of our showers. We got out after conditioning our hair and shaving our legs and armpits (Alicia shaved her arms. Ugh, I did that once and when the hair grew back, it came out all weird. My arm was itchy for days). I stared at the dirty, sweaty clothes that I had worn only for maybe an hour or two today, and looked at Alicia who was giving the same irritated look to her clothes.

"We can't just walk up there wrapped in our towels." I said, sitting on a wooden bench against the wall.

"If the gang is still out there, we can holler at Angie to get us some."

So we stuck our head out of the locker room to look across the Quidditch pitch. George and Lee were conversing while Fred and Angie were giving each other looks that made me want to puke.

"ANGELINA! ANGIE!" Alicia and I shrieked loudly. She didn't look away. "ANGE! ANGELINA! GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!"

George and Lee looked up at our heads. They grinned and then George smacked Fred on the arm, and got Angelina's attention. He muttered something to her, and pointed at us. She whispered something back, then resumed making goo-goo eyes at Fred. Alicia and I exchanged looks of horror when George and Lee started walking over to us. They stopped outside The door, inches from our toweled bodies hidden behind the wooden door.

"Yes, ladies?" Lee grinned mischievously. Prat.

"We want Angelina." I told him firmly.

"She told us to see what you wanted," George replied. Alicia and I looked at each other with irked expressions.

"We need clothes." Alicia told them. I smacked her bare arm.

"Ow," she whimpered at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Could you please tell her to get us some?" I asked in an aggravated tone.

"Sure." The boys shrugged and sauntered off towards Angelina and Fred again. We disappeared behind the door, shutting it.

"They are so annoying," I moaned, slumping to the ground. Alicia did the same and nodded her head in agreement.

"I bet you she tells them to get our clothes for us," I tell her, grimacing.

"They'll probably bring us the worst things we own." Alicia smacked her head against the door. Suddenly, she burst into a short squeal. I looked at her strangely.

"They're going to go through our panties!" She stared at me, frightened. I threw my head back and laughed.

"They'll never stop teasing you about your granny panties!"

She punched my arm rather hard. "Oi!"

"It's what you get, you fart."

"Did you just call me a fart?" I questioned her.

"Yes. As a matter of fact, I did."

We grew silent. I wasn't that worried about the boys going through my stuff. I didn't bring anything to Hogwarts that didn't fit or looked bad. I mean, how stupid would that be? And all the panties I own are either string bikini's, boy shorts, or my one hot pink thong at the bottom of my trunk. What? Every girl needs at least one thong. All my bras are the same size, too. I don't have anything they could embarrass me with. I kept shooting smug looks at Alicia, who looked extremely terrified. Finally, there came a knock on the wooden door.

"It's us," George said. I could hear the grin in his voice. So, I was right.

I stood up as Alicia ran behind one of the walls, to hide from the boys, no doubt.

I opened the door and stuck my head and arm out. Lee was trying to contain himself, his dark face unnaturally red. He held Alicia's clothes, granny panties at the top of the stack. I grinned at him. "Don't tease her too much, okay?"

George was smirking mercilessly at me as he handed me my clothes. I noticed a gray pair of boy shorts and a pink bra at the top of the pile.

"How many people stared at you two walking down the hallways, carrying girls' clothes in your hands?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"You wouldn't imagine," George retorted, and the three of us were all laughing. Lee put Alicia's clothes in my hand, too and asked where she was.

"Hiding from you two." I answered gleefully. "But I'm serious, guys. I already tease her about them everyday. Don't bring it up."

"Okay." They sounded like little boys who just got Christmas taken away from them. I laughed again.

"Thanks," I told them and retreated behind the door, shutting it after hearing them say, "You're welcome, Kates." "Lee-Lee!" I sang out. She appeared from behind the wall, a look of gratitude bestowed upon her face. She was about to hug me when I said, "When we're dressed, darling."

She laughed and we both threw our clothes on. I had to admit, though, that the boys weren't completely clueless with our Muggle clothes. George had set me up with another black pair of sweats with white stripes going down the side, a black v-neck with a pink tank top underneath to go with my bra, and a gray pair of socks . He also brought me my gray Oxford hoodie that I stole from my older brother. I tied my long, wet, ridiculously curly hair into a bun and slid my trainers back on.

Lee brought Alicia a nude-colored bra, white granny panties, dark jeans, long-sleeved blue V-neck and a black sweater. Her perfectly pin-straight, just-past-shoulder-length blonde hair dried quickly. We walked back out into the Quidditch pitch, sending our dirty clothes straight to our rooms with a flick of our wands, and took our places back on the ground next to our friends. As soon as I sat down, George placed his head in my lap again. Alicia shot me a smug look. I stuck my tongue out at her, to which she snorted. I sighed and looked down at George.

"Are you two gay?" I questioned.

"What?" he looked bewildered and Lee stared at me bemused.

"Our clothes. You guys didn't do too bad."

Alicia laughed while Fred and Ange looked over at us in mild interest.

"Of course not," George replied with an eye roll. "I don't know about Lee though."

"Oi!"

The other five of us laughed.

"Chicks not dicks." Lee said rather haughtily. I grinned.

"Suuuuuuure."