I have been so sick lately and its driving me insane! I cant get rid of this stupid cough and it makes me sad cause its finally getting summery outside and I wanna go to the beach! I guess that's enough complaining for me. Here are some thankies:

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Well on with the show….


Remember When

Chapter 9 - When it Couldn't Get Worse

George Weasley was a lot of things. Many people told him that he was the master of quick witted one-liners. He was also known as the King of Comedy though he often shared that title with Fred. Sometimes people told him he was the greatest man in all of London, and others told him that he was the reason they found the courage to ask out the girl of their dreams. Sometimes even girls fawned over him. They'd promise him little things if he'd just go out on one measly date, and he'd oblige if the girl was pretty enough.

But there was one thing that he just couldn't face.

And that was admitting defeat to Alicia.

After leaving Angelina and the gang back at his flat he had decided to walk to St. Mungo's. The air was hot and thick and he was glad he didn't bother to bring his cloak on such a balmy autumns night. The cobblestone street clicked beneath his heels and sent an empty sort of echo through the air. It must have been late because the streets were empty, but he couldn't be too sure since some of the late night pubs were still hopping. He was tempted to go inside and grab a quick drink before confronting Alicia, but decided that the less washy he was the better his speech would be in the long run.

"Excuse me sir, but would ya spare a few sickles for a lady and her baby?" A toothless hag holding a small bundle approached him.

"Bugger off."

"But sir I aint got much money to feed my babe." She held the bundle in front of his face. " A few sickles would make it much better for us, it would." She let out a long breath and the wheezing noise coming from her made George cringe.

"Sorry but I have somewhere to be."

"Give me your money boy." The woman dropped the bundle and pointed her wand. George just sighed. Nights on the streets could get dangerous if one wasn't careful. He kicked at the tiny bundle and watched as a bottle of fire whiskey rolled across the street. Just his luck to be mugged by a drunken homeless witch.

"Ok ok hold on and I'll see what I have." He made no sudden movements, but slowly reached into his pocket and removed a purple coin bag. He knew this would come in handy eventually. "Look I've got all my money in this bag, just take it and let me go." He shook the money in front of her face and she smirked a toothless grin.

"Now that's the polite way to help out a dear old woman." The hag cackled and snatched the bag from Georges hand.

"I'll be going now." He quickly turned and made a dash towards the closest alley. He'd take the back way to Mungos. Slipping between two buildings he heard a horrifying screech and assumed the woman just figured out the money was fake.

He'd definitely be making more of those at the shop. After the incident with leprechaun money at the Quidditch World Cup, he had concocted a crazy idea for a little merchandise. It would be the perfect sort of prank for someone to play on an unsuspecting fool, and judging by the way the hag had just taken the disappearing money it seemed to pull off the effect he was hoping for. Hell, people could use those fake coins to get out of muggings all the time. It would certainly save their money in the long run.

Chuckling lightly to himself, George jumped over a separation at the end of the alley and began walking through the emergency drop off area of St. Mungos. To say that he was a little nervous was putting it lightly. His heart was beating so furiously he was surprised that it didn't jump out of his chest. Which probably would have been the best time for it to happen since he was at the hospital.

Composure was key.

Which was slowly leaving him as he approached the front desk of the hospital. The heavy medi-witch behind the counter was busy rummaging through a pile of paper work that she didn't even notice he was standing there until he cleared his throat rather obnoxiously.

"Oh I'm sorry." She chuckled and her belly shook. " I was a bit distracted with this paper work. How can I help you sonny?"

"Well I was wondering…" He rubbed the back of his neck. " Can you tell me where I can find an Oliver Wood?"

"Ah the young Quidditch boy who thought he lost his eyesight…" She nodded and pulled out a sheet. " He should be on the fourth floor, spell damages wing. I believe room number 4." Placing down the parchment she narrowed her eyes. " You all right boy?"

George swallowed. "Yeah, just fine. Thanks you for the help." He gave a quick nod and began to make his way towards the fourth floor.

There was an array of images flashing furiously through his head, and he only wondered which horrific one would play out. Would Alicia hex him clear across the country? Or maybe Oliver would just beat him into a bloody pulp. There was always the chance that she'd just forgive him and plant kisses wildly across his face…..

But that image was definitely a long shot away.

Stepping out onto the fourth floor he took another deep breath. It still amazed him how much Alicia could get his heart going, but the last things Angelina said to him before he left kept buzzing in his ear. It was killing him.

Room 1

He casually glanced inside the room and almost gagged as he caught a whiff of something terribly rotten. Whatever it was he decided not to investigate any further and continued on.

Room 2

He wondered if Alicia had figured out that it was his fault that Oliver went blind at the club. If she knew it then he probably didn't have much time to explain himself before she went absolutely nutters on him. He was willing to take that risk though. No more turning his back. Especially not on her.

Room 3

"Can I get a fever reducing potion in here?" A rather young and attractive medi-witch peered out into the hallway and as George passed the room she smiled shyly at him.

Room 4

The door was closed but he could hear the murmur of voices on the other side. It was far to quiet to hear exactly what they were saying, and he suddenly wished he had brought some extendable ears. Oliver was sure doing a good job keeping his voice very low, and he wasn't even certain if he had heard Alicia speak yet.

Horrific thoughts whirled through his head. Maybe Oliver was taking his anger out on Alicia. Perhaps he blamed the whole situation on her and now she was paying for his own mistake. Well there would be none of that on his watch.

Kicking the door open as hard as he could George whipped out his wand and pointed it across the room. He felt his ears go red.

"What the hell are you doing, Weasley?" Oliver's eyebrows were arched as he glanced at George from the hospital bed.

Next to Oliver, sitting comfortably in a chair, was another bloke he had never seen before in his life. Alicia was no where in sight. "Oh, uh, sorry Oliver I just thought-" He lowered his wand. " I actually don't know what I was doing."

The fella in the chair just strained a smile to his face and turned back to Oliver. "You know this guy?"

Oliver sat up a bit straighter in the bed and chuckled. "yeah George and I go way back. We went to school together, actually he was on my Quidditch team back in those days." Oliver shook his head with a laugh. "George this is James Aphelbaum, one of the beaters on-"

"Puddlemere, geez I should have known." George moved across the room and extended his hand. " Merlin you have some of the best skills I have ever seen."

"George used to play beater on the house team back at school." Oliver chuckled again as George stared at James completely star struck. "His twin brother played the other beater position…they were a great team."

"Oh really?" James let go of Georges hand and folded his arms across his chest. " Its always great to meet a fellow beater. You must have been pretty good to get a compliment out of Ollie like that. He doesn't give them to often." He smirked sarcastically.

"Sod off." Oliver rubbed at his eyes. "So what brings you here, George? Come to visit the injured like good old James here?"

"Uh, actually I was wondering if Alicia was still here. I sorta need to talk to her about something and Angelina told me she came here with you."

Oliver nodded. "Yeah she brought me here, but once Madam Stuppleton said my eyesight would be coming back in the next hour I told her to go back home. No reason to wait here waiting for the eyes to get better. It wasn't like I was going anywhere." He ruffled his hair. "Besides James showed up to check on my condition and I figured we could talk strategy."

"Ah for the team, I got ya." George nodded as the weight of the world was beginning to lift from his shoulders. There was this huge chance that Alicia hadn't figured it out, and since Oliver sent her home he could meet her there and talk to her alone. Perfect.

"Something like that." Oliver pursed his lips together and shrugged. " I shouldn't have to stay here much longer, thank Merlin, but until then I definitely need a distraction. Hospitals always give me this nauseous feeling."

George shoved his hands in his pockets. " Heh, yeah well Im going to get going then. I still need to talk to Alicia before she goes to bed." He took a couple of steps back. "Hope your feeling well in the morning. It was nice to meet you James."

"Likewise." James gave a nod.

"See ya Oliver."

"George wait!" Oliver held his hand up. "If you see Alicia tell her I'll pick her up at seven tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, what's tomorrow?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"I asked her out again to make up for this fiasco tonight." Oliver cast a sideways glance at James and then looked back at George. " You'll tell her for me wont you?"

George felt his shoulders droop. So much for getting Oliver out of her life. He had his work cut out for him. "Yeah sure I'll tell her."

"Thanks mate." He grinned. "If I don't see you I'm sure I'll catch ya at the wedding."

"I didn't know you were invited." He said this a bit bitterly mostly because he had sent out all the invitations himself. Sure Katie had sent out a few but he figured she would have told him she invited Oliver.

"Well actually Alicia asked me to be her date for the evening." He grinned. "I'm not much for dancing and wedding nonsense, but I couldn't pass up an open bar."

"Right." He couldn't stand there a second longer. " I need to go now." He flicked his hand in a casual wave and took off out the door before Oliver had another chance to tell him something he just didn't want to hear.


"Alicia you need to stop! You are completely drunk." Angelina moved across Katie's apartment and grabbed the bottle of liquor from Alicia's hands.

After George had took off Katie and Lee went back to Lee's place and Angelina decided to check on Alicia. Fred had opted to go with her but she was still pissed at him. So here she was alone with a very wasted Alicia.

"Don't be such a wanker, Angie." Alicia yanked the bottle back out of her hand and chugged half the contents down. "Let me drown my miserable life in this wonderful, beautiful, oh so heavenly bottle of whiskey." She hiccupped and started giggling madly.

"Gods you are such a twit. What happened with Oliver?"

"He asked me out again." She threw her arms up in the air. "And oh and here's the kicker…." She waved her hand in front of her face motioning for Angelina to move closer. "Shhh this is a secret…" She giggled again and dropped her voice into a low hiss. "I asked him to be my date to the wedding. George is gonna have kittens."

Angelina sighed. "Don't you think you two are being really stupid?"

Wavering slightly she placed the bottle down. "You know what everyone's problem is, they don't know when to keep out of someone else's business. You and Katie, bloody hell even Fred and Lee just keep on pushing and pushing and pushing god I cant even breathe around here." She shook her finger. " This is why I stayed away for so long…" She stumbled over the end table.

"Ali, sit down before you fall down…" Angelina ushered Alicia down onto the couch.

"I told you in all those letters coming home was a bad idea. I told you it would only bring up pain and problems, but no you had to go and get married and invite me here and make forgetting the past so much harder then it already was…" She hiccupped again. "Give me the damn bottle."

Angelina rolled her eyes and punched Alicia hard in the arm.

"Ow! Bitch! What the hell did you do that for?" Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she rubbed the spot that Angelina just knocked.

"Did that hurt?" Angelina waited for Alicia to nod. " Good."

"You are so lucky I am way to drunk to hit you back." She fell back into the couch but her hand continued to rub at her arm.

"Are you over it?"

"Huh?"

"I just hit you, and you got ticked for a few minutes, and now I want to know if your over it."

Alicia sneered. "Well it still hurts, but yeah whatever I'm over it. Why?"

"Cause things hurt all the time, but you eventually get over it. Sure the pain sticks around for awhile but when it starts to calm you realize that you cant dwell in the past. You gotta move on."

Alicia kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling. "But what if you cant move on? What if I just- " She hiccupped again. "I see him and I think about how great our friendship used to be and how much we had shared with each other and I want it back so bad but I can't Angie."

"Why not?"

"Cause I cant feel that rejection again. I can't let him in when I want so much more and all he wants is just friendship."

"Alicia." Angelina's tone became very serious. "I hardly doubt that George just wants friendship with you."

"I don't want to hear it! I don't! There's nothing! I don't want anything with him…" She shot up and grabbed the bottle again. Throwing her head back she finished off the bottle and threw it hard across the room.

George had apparated to Katie's joint immediately after leaving the hospital. His anger was at a level that probably wasn't safe but he needed to see her. He need to clean everything off of his chest, and if she still wanted to be a child about it then fine. He would wipe his hands clean of her forever. Approaching the door he contemplated knocking or just barging right in, but once he heard a crash of glass come from the apartment he didn't wait for an invite.

"Alicia?" He called as he ran into the room.

"George?" Angelina was busy cleaning up the shards of glass but his focus was on Alicia.

There in the center of the living room was Alicia, completely drunk and clad only in her ratty white tee shirt. Her legs were bare though he caught a glimpse of her pink underwear when she decided it was an ideal time to do a kartwheel across the room.

"Hey we were just talking about you." She pointed to him as she straightened herself out from the kartwheel.

"What the hell did she drink?" He moved towards Angelina as she charmed the last bit of glass from the floor.

"Oh just a whole bottle of whiskey plus whatever she drank at the club tonight." Angelina sighed. "Why are you here?"

He cast a glance back at Alicia, her long dark hair whipping wildly around her face. " I needed to talk to the drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"I hate you both!" Angelina screamed. " You.." She thrust her finger into Georges chest. " You created this whole fiasco so you know what…you take care of her tonight. She's driving me insane!"

"Oh no, come on Angelina I can't do this." He looked over at Alicia who was doing a handstand. Her shirt had fallen up around her face and now he had a complete view of her pink underwear and lacy white bra. " I just came over to tell her something I cant look after her in, well in this condition." He felt his face turning scarlet.

"Alicia sweetie, George is going to stay here while I leave, ok? Don't do anything stupid." Turning back to George she gave him the evilest grin she could muster. " Have fun." And with a pop Angelina was gone.

Running his hand over his face he turned back to Alicia. She was still up in the handstand, but her arms were beginning to wobble and in her state George knew she was going to fall over and break something. Most likely her neck.

"Come on Alicia, stop, I need to talk to you." He moved over to her and tried to pull her legs down without touching her in a compromising way.

"Cant stop." She forced out in a huffy breath. "Need to distract myself." Her arms continued to wobble.

"Alicia, you are going to hurt yourself. Let me help you down." He grabbed onto her ankles. "Nice and easy…come on…." Slowly she began to lower herself, and when she was close enough to the floor he let go and let her plop down.

"Ow, you jerk, that hurt." Standing up she adjusted her white tee shirt and flung her hair over her shoulder. "What do you want."

He was lost in her hazel eyes. Even with the glazed over drunk expression he still found them to be the most beautiful pair of eyes he ever saw. Only when she pushed him did he snap out of the trance. " Oh, uh, Oliver s aid he'd pick you up at seven tomorrow."

Her mouth dropped open slightly and she held back another hiccup from rising. " You came all this way to update me on my date with Oliver?" She paused for a second and then burst out laughing. " Oh that's rich!"

"I cant do this." He turned from her and made his way to the couch. " You are too drunk. Go to bed and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Why, cant stand the fact that I might be getting it on with Oliver tomorrow?" She jumped in front of him and grinned. "Someone jealous…." She pushed him back and he landed on the sofa with a huff.

"Yeah cause Oliver certainly is a catch." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't take shots at him simply because your angry." She frowned. " Or is it something else? Maybe I don't deserve someone like him either? Is that it? "

"Don't get into this Alicia. I told you that you misinterpreted what I said." He groined. He definitely didn't want to get into this with her drunk.

Apparently she didn't care. She always did march to the beat of a different drum.

"Oh did I? That's a joke. Lets see if I can remember exactly what you said that night…lets see how much of it was misinterpreted and how much was the bloody truth!" Her whole body shook " I had been waiting to tell you…


Well this is it. The next chapter you finally get to see what actually went down in the dorm room all those years ago. Ya know what would be super….some reviews! Thanks!