Disclaimer: I don't' own any of the characters, except for the ones I do,
which belong to me. = P
Rating: Um, PG-13?
Warning: This is my first fic. Dun Dun DA!!! * crowd gasps, people faint etc.*
A little gingerbread man says, "you're a monster!"
1.1
1.2
1.3
1.4 All for you
Chp2 Surprises all around.
Alicia woke up to the sound of rain, pouring in torrents against the castle, and Katie arguing with Angelina.
"We can't practice! It's pouring out there, not to mention blowing a gale. We wont be able to see the quaffle, let alone the snitch!" Angelina shouted, annoyed.
Katie didn't seem to notice Angelina's mood and continued.
"We need to train in all conditions, Angelina. This qualifies as a condition, and it's also in our practice time, so we might as well make the most of it." Said Katie calmly.
Alicia got out of bed.
"You've been talking to Wood again, haven't you Katie?" said Alicia. She watched, as Katie suddenly grew uncomfortable.
"I only owled him for practice tips. He is playing professional quidditch after all." Katie replied defensively, blushing slightly.
Everyone knew Katie liked Wood and vice versa, but they were both to blind to see it.
Regaining her motivation she told them to meet her at the pitch in twenty minutes, while she went off to wake the boys.
Alicia and Angelina grudgingly showered and changed into their quidditch robes and headed down to the pitch.
Alicia wished she had stayed in bed. Her nice, warm bed. Warm. She was freezing.
"God it's cold!" said Angelina, hugging herself in attempt to keep warm.
"I kn-know what you m-mean!" said Alicia, stuttering from the cold wind and rain.
They got down to the change rooms to find the rest of the team, plus Hermione and Ginny sitting there, perfectly dry.
"Huh?!" exclaimed Alicia as she and Angelina stood there, soaked to the bone and freezing.
"Ah, you're finally here!" said Katie looking up from her various diagrams of plays and strategies.
Alicia just stood there, disbelieving.
"How on earth did you walk through that" she pointed to the changing room door "and end up perfectly dry?!" Alicia demanded angrily.
Fred laughed and held his arms out to her and Angelina.
"Like this!" He said, making a grab for Angelina. She danced out of his reach and
glared at him, but he kept coming.
"Fred Weasley, don't you dare!" Angelina said, looking around for an exit other than the one he had moved in front of.
Fred laughed evilly, and chased her out into the rain.
George laughed, got up, grabbed two towels and handed them to Alicia.
" Actually we used these, no one thought to bring wands, but I'm willing to try Fred's way if you want." He said, giving Alicia a huge grin.
She felt the color rising in her cheeks and looked away quickly. Luckily no one seemed to notice. She dried off and dropped her towels.
When she looked back, she saw George, staring at her with a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh no, George. It's way too cold out there and I just got dry again." She said in her reasoning voice, thinking George was, after all, much more reasonable than Fred.
She was obviously wrong.
His grin widened and he started to advance, forcing Alicia towards the exit.
"George, don't…"
"Please, George…"
"Pleeaseee?!!" she said, actually pleading with him.
He laughed.
He lunged.
She yelped and ran.
"Is anyone taking this seriously?!" Katie asked.
She looked over at the rest of them to see Hermione and Ron leaning on each other, asleep, Ginny curled, also asleep, next to Harry, who was watching Ginny with an unreadable expression on his face, mumbling to himself.
Katie threw up her hands in frustration, and got up to get her broom.
She heard a metallic click. Harry looked up. They both ran to the door.
Alicia ran out into the rain, and instantly regretted it.
She couldn't see Fred and Angelina anywhere.
She dashed across the pitch. Why on earth did she choose this retched weather over George? Come to think of it, why would George chase her out into this?
Alicia didn't have time to think about it. While she was thinking about George, she had stopped running, and was now standing halfway across the pitch.
Alicia was about to spin around and look for George, when a rough hand grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. Another hand went over her eyes.
"George Weasley, let me go!" She said, wiggling in his strong grip,
but not actually wanting to escape. She heard someone behind her laugh.
It wasn't George.
"ALICIA!" she heard George's voice call from the other side of the pitch. There was the sound of flesh connecting with flesh, yells and thuds.
Someone had George.
"I suppose I better let you go before Mr. Boyfriend comes and gets me!" her captor said sarcastically.
"LEESH!" George yelled again.
The person behind her laughed.
"I don't need his help, you brainless git!" She said, angrily.
"Oh yeah, watcha gonna do?" He said with a laugh. People nearby laughed too.
Alicia started to get really angry. She hated people who saw her and figured; she's so tiny, what could she possibly do?
Well, she was capable of a whole lot more than people thought.
"Well, I am just a girl. What could I do to get away?" Alicia asked mockingly, although she was starting to worry. George hadn't yelled in a while, he could be hurt. She was also getting very wet.
More laughter.
The grip around her arms and waist loosened slightly.
She struck; her leg flew up past her head and kicked her captor in the face.
Pulling away, she spun around to look her assailants in the face.
She wasn't surprised to find whom she found.
There stood Marcus Flint, face scrunched up in pain, trying not to cry.
Malfoy and a two other Huge Slytherins were behind him.
Across the pitch she could make out a pile of Slytherins, very large Slytherins, struggling with something.
Flint pulled himself together and yelled in their direction " That's enough! Bring him over!" He looked at Alicia and sneered maliciously. Any other time she would have laughed. It isn't possible to sneer effectively with a squashed nose.
Then Alicia realized.
They were struggling with George.
"Leave him alone!" Alicia demanded, furious.
The hulking Slytherins had reached them and were heaving and panting with the effort of carrying an enraged Weasley. They dropped George on the ground.
He got up and ran over to Alicia and began inspecting her face for injuries. He would have checked elsewhere, but the Slytherins were watching and he didn't have the time.
"George…" Alicia said while he was examining her face.
"George." She said again, those Slytherins weren't going to wait for whatever they wanted.
"GEORGE!"
"Sorry Leesh." He said, not sounding sorry at all, but stopping.
Suddenly Alicia heard a loud bang and looked towards the changing rooms.
The rest of the Gryffindors, minus Fred and Angelina, came charging across the pitch.
They came to a halt next to George and Alicia.
"Where the hell have you guys been?!!" George demanded.
"Alicia could've been hurt!" He said, sounding angry.
"George, I'm fine. Rea…" Alicia was cut off by Marcus Flint.
"If you're quite done, I really need to talk to Alicia." Flint said with a smirk "Alone."
This caused a small uproar in the Gryffindors.
"You've gotta be joking, you great flobberworm!"
"Oh come off it!"
"How stupid do you think we are?!?!"
They all shouted at the same time, although George's insults were, well, a little more insulting.
"Guys, relax. I'll be fine." Alicia said, more confidently than she felt.
Flint walked up to her and took hold of her arm.
"That's my girl. Lets go over there." Flint taunted.
George's eyes widened, then narrowed and it took Ron, Harry, Katie and Hermione to hold him back, and they were really working to keep him away from Flint.
Alicia pulled her arm away slowly and looked Flint straight in the eye.
"I don't think so, Marcus." She said calmly.
"Alright then, Alicia. Where would you like to go?" He replied acidly.
She sighed. She had to go, they might hurt the others. Alicia looked around. The only open place other than where they were standing was the goalposts at the other end of the pitch.
She took a deep breath.
"How about the goalposts Flint?" she asked as calmly as she could manage.
He rubbed his nose.
"Fine by me. Come on guys." Flint said calling the other Slytherins with him.
Alicia looked at George. He stopped struggling.
"I'll be fine." She whispered.
George just looked at Flint, his eyes filled with absolute hatred.
Flint laughed.
The end again! Ooooo, scary!!! Hehehe, what does Flint want? Will he get it? Will George kill Flint?
Will we find out where Fred and Angelina went? (I think we all know :D hehhehheh.)
Anyway, Pleeease review!!! I also need to know if I'm doing this right, so constructive criticism is very, very welcome! Have a good day/night!!! Toodeloo! :o)
Rating: Um, PG-13?
Warning: This is my first fic. Dun Dun DA!!! * crowd gasps, people faint etc.*
A little gingerbread man says, "you're a monster!"
1.1
1.2
1.3
1.4 All for you
Chp2 Surprises all around.
Alicia woke up to the sound of rain, pouring in torrents against the castle, and Katie arguing with Angelina.
"We can't practice! It's pouring out there, not to mention blowing a gale. We wont be able to see the quaffle, let alone the snitch!" Angelina shouted, annoyed.
Katie didn't seem to notice Angelina's mood and continued.
"We need to train in all conditions, Angelina. This qualifies as a condition, and it's also in our practice time, so we might as well make the most of it." Said Katie calmly.
Alicia got out of bed.
"You've been talking to Wood again, haven't you Katie?" said Alicia. She watched, as Katie suddenly grew uncomfortable.
"I only owled him for practice tips. He is playing professional quidditch after all." Katie replied defensively, blushing slightly.
Everyone knew Katie liked Wood and vice versa, but they were both to blind to see it.
Regaining her motivation she told them to meet her at the pitch in twenty minutes, while she went off to wake the boys.
Alicia and Angelina grudgingly showered and changed into their quidditch robes and headed down to the pitch.
Alicia wished she had stayed in bed. Her nice, warm bed. Warm. She was freezing.
"God it's cold!" said Angelina, hugging herself in attempt to keep warm.
"I kn-know what you m-mean!" said Alicia, stuttering from the cold wind and rain.
They got down to the change rooms to find the rest of the team, plus Hermione and Ginny sitting there, perfectly dry.
"Huh?!" exclaimed Alicia as she and Angelina stood there, soaked to the bone and freezing.
"Ah, you're finally here!" said Katie looking up from her various diagrams of plays and strategies.
Alicia just stood there, disbelieving.
"How on earth did you walk through that" she pointed to the changing room door "and end up perfectly dry?!" Alicia demanded angrily.
Fred laughed and held his arms out to her and Angelina.
"Like this!" He said, making a grab for Angelina. She danced out of his reach and
glared at him, but he kept coming.
"Fred Weasley, don't you dare!" Angelina said, looking around for an exit other than the one he had moved in front of.
Fred laughed evilly, and chased her out into the rain.
George laughed, got up, grabbed two towels and handed them to Alicia.
" Actually we used these, no one thought to bring wands, but I'm willing to try Fred's way if you want." He said, giving Alicia a huge grin.
She felt the color rising in her cheeks and looked away quickly. Luckily no one seemed to notice. She dried off and dropped her towels.
When she looked back, she saw George, staring at her with a wicked grin on his face.
"Oh no, George. It's way too cold out there and I just got dry again." She said in her reasoning voice, thinking George was, after all, much more reasonable than Fred.
She was obviously wrong.
His grin widened and he started to advance, forcing Alicia towards the exit.
"George, don't…"
"Please, George…"
"Pleeaseee?!!" she said, actually pleading with him.
He laughed.
He lunged.
She yelped and ran.
"Is anyone taking this seriously?!" Katie asked.
She looked over at the rest of them to see Hermione and Ron leaning on each other, asleep, Ginny curled, also asleep, next to Harry, who was watching Ginny with an unreadable expression on his face, mumbling to himself.
Katie threw up her hands in frustration, and got up to get her broom.
She heard a metallic click. Harry looked up. They both ran to the door.
Alicia ran out into the rain, and instantly regretted it.
She couldn't see Fred and Angelina anywhere.
She dashed across the pitch. Why on earth did she choose this retched weather over George? Come to think of it, why would George chase her out into this?
Alicia didn't have time to think about it. While she was thinking about George, she had stopped running, and was now standing halfway across the pitch.
Alicia was about to spin around and look for George, when a rough hand grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. Another hand went over her eyes.
"George Weasley, let me go!" She said, wiggling in his strong grip,
but not actually wanting to escape. She heard someone behind her laugh.
It wasn't George.
"ALICIA!" she heard George's voice call from the other side of the pitch. There was the sound of flesh connecting with flesh, yells and thuds.
Someone had George.
"I suppose I better let you go before Mr. Boyfriend comes and gets me!" her captor said sarcastically.
"LEESH!" George yelled again.
The person behind her laughed.
"I don't need his help, you brainless git!" She said, angrily.
"Oh yeah, watcha gonna do?" He said with a laugh. People nearby laughed too.
Alicia started to get really angry. She hated people who saw her and figured; she's so tiny, what could she possibly do?
Well, she was capable of a whole lot more than people thought.
"Well, I am just a girl. What could I do to get away?" Alicia asked mockingly, although she was starting to worry. George hadn't yelled in a while, he could be hurt. She was also getting very wet.
More laughter.
The grip around her arms and waist loosened slightly.
She struck; her leg flew up past her head and kicked her captor in the face.
Pulling away, she spun around to look her assailants in the face.
She wasn't surprised to find whom she found.
There stood Marcus Flint, face scrunched up in pain, trying not to cry.
Malfoy and a two other Huge Slytherins were behind him.
Across the pitch she could make out a pile of Slytherins, very large Slytherins, struggling with something.
Flint pulled himself together and yelled in their direction " That's enough! Bring him over!" He looked at Alicia and sneered maliciously. Any other time she would have laughed. It isn't possible to sneer effectively with a squashed nose.
Then Alicia realized.
They were struggling with George.
"Leave him alone!" Alicia demanded, furious.
The hulking Slytherins had reached them and were heaving and panting with the effort of carrying an enraged Weasley. They dropped George on the ground.
He got up and ran over to Alicia and began inspecting her face for injuries. He would have checked elsewhere, but the Slytherins were watching and he didn't have the time.
"George…" Alicia said while he was examining her face.
"George." She said again, those Slytherins weren't going to wait for whatever they wanted.
"GEORGE!"
"Sorry Leesh." He said, not sounding sorry at all, but stopping.
Suddenly Alicia heard a loud bang and looked towards the changing rooms.
The rest of the Gryffindors, minus Fred and Angelina, came charging across the pitch.
They came to a halt next to George and Alicia.
"Where the hell have you guys been?!!" George demanded.
"Alicia could've been hurt!" He said, sounding angry.
"George, I'm fine. Rea…" Alicia was cut off by Marcus Flint.
"If you're quite done, I really need to talk to Alicia." Flint said with a smirk "Alone."
This caused a small uproar in the Gryffindors.
"You've gotta be joking, you great flobberworm!"
"Oh come off it!"
"How stupid do you think we are?!?!"
They all shouted at the same time, although George's insults were, well, a little more insulting.
"Guys, relax. I'll be fine." Alicia said, more confidently than she felt.
Flint walked up to her and took hold of her arm.
"That's my girl. Lets go over there." Flint taunted.
George's eyes widened, then narrowed and it took Ron, Harry, Katie and Hermione to hold him back, and they were really working to keep him away from Flint.
Alicia pulled her arm away slowly and looked Flint straight in the eye.
"I don't think so, Marcus." She said calmly.
"Alright then, Alicia. Where would you like to go?" He replied acidly.
She sighed. She had to go, they might hurt the others. Alicia looked around. The only open place other than where they were standing was the goalposts at the other end of the pitch.
She took a deep breath.
"How about the goalposts Flint?" she asked as calmly as she could manage.
He rubbed his nose.
"Fine by me. Come on guys." Flint said calling the other Slytherins with him.
Alicia looked at George. He stopped struggling.
"I'll be fine." She whispered.
George just looked at Flint, his eyes filled with absolute hatred.
Flint laughed.
The end again! Ooooo, scary!!! Hehehe, what does Flint want? Will he get it? Will George kill Flint?
Will we find out where Fred and Angelina went? (I think we all know :D hehhehheh.)
Anyway, Pleeease review!!! I also need to know if I'm doing this right, so constructive criticism is very, very welcome! Have a good day/night!!! Toodeloo! :o)