I only had two reviews for my last couple of chapters, and as much as I would have loved lots more, you guys made my whole week. So this one, oh beautiful reviewers, is for you.

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"Fred, stop…"

"Shhhhh…"

"Mmm… No, Fred, really, I have to go."

"Just stay here with me."

"I can't, I have to go meet Roger."

Fred pulled away from her.

The two were sat in a broom closet on the third floor corridor, both their knees up and laced between each other. They had been there for a long time already, and had missed dinner.

It had been a week since Fred had spontaneously kissed Katie, and they had used every opportunity available to them since then to see each other.

Katie had avoided Roger like the plague, afraid the guilt of what she was doing would show on her face within seconds of them being alone together. But this morning, he had cornered her right after breakfast and demanded that she meet him in the evening. She had been incredibly uncomfortable during this brief meeting, but tried to pass it off. She knew Fred was watching on, and hoped he would get incredibly jealous. Shallow as it may be, she couldn't help herself.

Fred was eyeing her now with a pained expression on his face.

"Why are you going to meet him?" he asked dejectedly.

Katie sighed.

"You know why. I have to end it. This is cruel," she replied.

Fred's face lightened.

"Oh, well then in that case I won't keep you," he said, grinning.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked, blowing her breath upwards in an attempt to cool herself down.

"Yes, I am. Can I come and watch?"

She hit him hard on the arm.

"Ouch! I'm only joking," he said, rubbing the area where she had struck him. She could tell by his face he wasn't, but apologised all the same by leaning forward and kissing him.

He was taken aback momentarily, but recovered quickly and raised his hands to cup her face.

After a few more moments, she broke the kiss.

"I really have to go," she said. She seemed genuinely unhappy about it.

"Yeah, me too. I promised Angelina I'd meet her in another broom cupboard anyway."

Fred ducked out of the way of another one of Katie's blows and laughed at the expression on her face.

"That was a cheap shot," she said, folding her arms and looking away from him before he could see the smile on her face.

Angelina and Katie had been off with each other for three days after their argument before Katie had eventually apologised. Although none of the members of the group had asked the pair why they seemed so happy all of a sudden, or why they were eating from each others plates at breakfast, or why they caught them grinning sheepishly at each other, they all seemed to know what was going on. But, good friends as they were, or maybe not wanting to be involved in the mess that was about to happen with Roger, they kept their opinions to themselves.

Katie gave Fred once last peck on the mouth before standing up and straitening her clothes.

"What are you doing tonight, anyway? Will you wait for me to get back?" she asked him.

"I'm meeting George now. We're going to go and spy on Filch. Think he's been feeling a little rejected of late, poor dear," he replied, pulling a cobweb out of her hair.

"All right. Well, try not to get detention. I plan on stealing you from him a couple more times this week before I'm done with you," she teased.

"Oh ho, is that right?" he chuckled, "don't pretend I'm not all you think about Katie darling."

"You wish," she laughed back, as she opened the door to the broom cupboard. They spilled out, still laughing, not expecting to see anything remotely unusual outside. What they did see, however, put an end to their laughter immediately.

Leaning against the wall in front of them, one leg hitched upwards, arms crossed, was none other than Roger Davies. He glared down at them. The pair stared at him, wearing similar masks of horror.

What felt like hours passed before Roger finally spoke.

"I knew it," he spat.

"Roger… What are you…" Katie began, but Roger held up his hand and she shut down immediately.

"I didn't see you at dinner. When I went over to ask your 'friends' - he mimicked quotation marks with his hands - "where you were, I saw George looking at some sort of map. He was laughing and pointing at two dots in this broom cupboard. When I looked over his shoulder I saw your name."

Katie shuddered. She had not meant for him to find out about Fred. They had planned to keep things on the down low until the dust had settled.

"Listen, mate, it just sort of…" Fred started, coming to her rescue, but the look Roger threw him silenced him the same way it had done Katie mere minutes before.

He shifted guiltily.

"I'll let you punch me if you want," he muttered.

"Yes, I do want to. But what would be the point?" Roger snapped angrily, "it won't make me feel any better. Well, no, actually it would, but then it might make you feel like we are even. And we aren't Weasley, we definitely aren't."

"Roger, I'm so sorry," Katie sobbed, tears starting to well in her eyes.

"Save it for someone who cares, Katie. I'm done with you. There is nothing you could say that will make this ok. You're nothing more than a little slut, and quite frankly, the pair of you deserve each other."

Katie took in a sharp inflation of breath. Had he really just called her that?

"Now, wait just one minute," Fred said angrily. Katie half turned to look at him, and his face was now just as angry as Roger's and his ears had gone scarlet, "that's bang out of order. You don't bloody well talk to her like that."

Roger raised his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah? I'll talk to her however I damn well please. Two guys on the go at once and only a fourth year? Seems pretty slutty to me."

"I'm warning you, Davies. Take it back or I'll hex you into next week," Fred's voice got louder.

"ENOUGH. Both of you, enough," Katie shouted, pulling herself out of her reverie.

She moved in between the two and stared up at Roger.

"Look, Roger, I know you don't believe me. But I truly am very sorry. I know you hate me. I know you will hate me for a long time. I feel awful, honestly, I do."

He glowered at her. She sighed. She knew he would never believe her.

"C'mon, Fred, let's go. NOW," she added, as he opened his mouth to protest. She took him by the hand and struggled to walk him down the corridor. Roger glared angrily after them until they were out of sight.

"You should've let me pummel him," Fred said, annoyed, as they made their way back to Gryffindor tower.

"Shhhh, I'm in the wrong. I deserved it. No, Fred, I did. I shouldn't have been kissing you when I was still with Roger. It does make me a bit of a whore," she admitted, sadly.

He stopped her, and took his face in his hands. The way he looked at her made her feel like the whole world could think she was a tramp and she wouldn't care. He was worth it. She stared back at him for a minute before looping her arms around his waist and snuggling her face into his chest. She burst into tears.

Fred stroked her hair and rested his chin on her head.

"There, there," he cooed. "I'm sorry I got angry. But I promise you this, I'll be aiming for him with all my bludgers when we play Ravenclaw in the upcoming match."

Katie sobbed harder, and he pulled his arms around her tightly.

They had no idea how long they stood there.