A/N: Gosh, these are fun! I'm so glad you guys are enjoying them because I am sure loving writing them! Hope you like this one and I looooove me some reviews!
Sail
"Angelina."
The voice floated on a cloud, brining a smile to her face.
"Angelina, wake up," he said again.
"Five more minutes, George." Cracking open her eyes, she saw him smile.
"How did you know it was me? Even our mum can't tell us apart by our voices."
"Fred would have said something like, 'Oi! Johnson! Watch out for that bludger!' or something else to make me scream and jump."
Laughing, he helped her up. Swaying slightly, Angelina leaned against him as they headed toward the stairs leading to the dorms.
"I was having the most wonderful dream," she sighed.
"I didn't know History of Magic essays could do that to you."
"I was sailing. With Fred. It was fun," she smiled, eyes half closed.
"I hope you dreamed him with a green face because you've never seen anyone get so sick sea sick as Fred."
Now at the bottom of the stairs, she glanced at him, cocking an eyebrow. "And you don't?"
He shrugged. "Not as bad, anyway."
"Of course."
"Of course."
"Night, George."
"Night, Angelina."
The next morning, Angelina came down to the common room early to gather up the school things she'd left behind. Sitting on top of her history of magic book was a silly boat-looking object made of Pumpkin Pasties, marshmallows, and toothpicks. Grinning, she hurried over to it, taking it gently in her hands.
On the deck of the boat were two Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans – one cinnamon, one chocolate.
"For sweet dreams," Fred spoke up, his head suddenly behind her.
"Thanks, Fred," she said, reaching behind to muss his hair.
He hopped up, hurrying off toward the Fat Lady. Angelina stood, noticing George following behind his brother.
She ran forward, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
"Thanks, George," she whispered in his ear.
He lifted his hand, then lowered it back down as if not sure what to do. Finally, he reached up and patted her arm in a friendly way.
She let go and he walked off.
Smiling, she closed her eyes, excited to dream about sailing with George again.
Wait, Fred.
Sailing with Fred.
That's what she meant.
