Disclaimer: Still dreaming.
AN: Thanks for the reviews they really mean a lot. And if you'd like please check out my other story (sorry for the self promotion) Losing My Religion. With that said here comes the second moment.
Sacrifice
"Ange, wake up!" Fred shouted in Angelina's ear smirking evilly. Angelina had spent the whole night studying for Snape's exam, and had passed out on the couch apparently. Alicia was going to wake her up, but Fred insisted on doing the honors.
She shot straight up on the couch, "Where's the fire Weasley?!"
"Oh that would be your potions book. I thought it deserved to be burnt." He replied wittily.
She glared at him, clearly not amused.
"I see you're not a morning person." He commented.
She held her glare.
"Right, well you're kind of scary in the morning." He observed.
Still nothing. Not even a hand motion forward to smack him.
"I should never have volunteered to wake you up." Fred decided.
"You volunteered to wake me up?" Angelina questioned irritably.
He nodded his head.
"And Alicia let you…?" She inquired clearly stunned.
Again he made a slight nod of his head.
She groaned, "What time is it?"
"Half past my wrist and a quarter to my elbow." Fred replied.
"Cute." Angelina said sardonically.
He smiled, "Well I'm glad you think so, because I wasn't sure if my new hairstyle was working for me, you know?"
The glare returned.
"Right…well I reckon it's about 9:30." Fred said easily.
"You woke me up at nine thirty?" Angelina said, biting her lip in frustration.
"…Yes." Fred replied nervously.
"You do realize that potions started at nine." Angelina said trying to stop herself from screaming.
"It must have slipped my mind?" He replied weakly. Before he knew it her hands were hitting him, he fought to restrain her, until he finally had her close to him. As soon as he had her restrained she began to cry, and Fred felt more awkward than he'd ever felt in his life.
"I spent my whole night studying for that exam! And now I'm never going to get to take it! I knew the material, I needed to take it." She sobbed.
"I know." Fred consoled.
"No you don't Fred. No one's doubting you, no one thinks that you can't handle the work at Hogwarts, people know you were meant to be here. I have to prove myself! And now I look weak just like they think I am!" She cried.
"Take this." He said slipping her an extendable face pill.
"What's this?" She questioned.
"Just take it." He insisted.
She obliged and before you could say dog, her nose ears and mouth had become abnormally large. She glowered at him, "This is supposed to help making me look like a clown? Fix it Fred!"
"I haven't worked out the antidote for that yet," He told her calmly, "You're going to need to go to Madam Pomfrey."
"Fred! Now not only am I going to look like an idiot, you're going to get in trouble. And I'm probably going to miss all my classes because she's healing me…" Angelina ranted.
He simply looked at her, and she finally got what he had just done. He had made it so that she had a legitimate reason to retake Snape's test, she looked at him suddenly overfilled with emotion, "Oh."
He nodded, "Yeah."
"Wow." She stated quietly. He simply shrugged, and she sighed, "Well I guess we should go to Madam Pomfrey."
He nodded feebly, and the two first years headed to Madam Pomfrey's office.
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