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Dee's POV

I don't think I've gone out of my way to avoid one of the twins before. Like, ever.

I was still best friends with George. I can't blame him for something his brother did. But that didn't stop me from pretending Fred didn't exist, tensing up whenever he came in the room, and getting stinging tears every time I thought about him.

Oliver refused to let be alone whenever we had any free time. And during class, I always stole George in whatever we were doing, and made sure to sit as far away from Fred as possible, whilst still being in sight. I wanted him to have to look at me, in the eyes, everyday, and relive all the memories we ever shared, and I wanted it to hurt. Oh yeah, I can be really evil if I want to be. And trust me, I want to be. It was kind of like the fight we had earlier this year, except now; I don't want to be friends again. I do miss him, but what he said that night couldn't be taken back, and his words hurt. A lot.

But sitting in Transfiguration, trying to turn a cup into some kind of rodent, was pretty hard when I had a pair of eyes boring into my back the whole time. Especially when those eyes belonged to Fred. So, when lunch came around, I rushed to the seat Oliver made sure to save for me everyday.

"How was class?" He asked gently. I was tired of this. The whole 'victim' role didn't work for me. I don't want people thinking I let him wound me.

"Oliver, I'm fine." I smiled up at him, speaking words I didn't fully believe. They weren't all a lie. No, I wasn't fine, but I would be, and that's all that matters. Right?

He sighed. "Okay, okay. Now eat up." He ruffled my hair playfully before returning to his plate. I wasn't very hungry. I usually ended up giving half my plate to an anxious Harley, who hid under the bench at dinner. The sly thing.

Now, weeks after the destruction of the friendship between Fred and me, I sat on the chair in the seventh year boy's dormitory, feeling much better. And, I was not alone on this chair. Oliver was seated under me, his fingers in their usual spot, tangled in my hair. We were in a heated make-out. Talk about a pick me up.

Oliver let out a low moan. I smiled at the huskiness of his tone. I knew he had felt my smile when he jokingly picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his bed. He dropped me on it, lied on top of me, and continued our kiss. Our lips moving in sync, his hands found the hem of my red blouse, lifting it and tracing his fingers down my side. I pulled my lips from his, as he began kissing my neck.

"Too much" I breathed. Oliver stopped immediately. We already had this discussion. Oliver wasn't a virgin. But I was. And he said he would wait, if I wasn't ready he wouldn't make me. And I wasn't ready. I was emotionally unstable at the moment, and I don't think I can handle another feud like the one I had with Fred.

"Thank you." I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"For stopping? Because it was awfully hard." He laughed.

"For everything." I said seriously. He was there for me when I needed him.

"Your welcome Dee." He kissed my forehead, and pulled me to my feet. "We should get to lunch, don't you think?" Oliver asked, answering his own question by grabbing my hand and dragging me to the Great Hall.

We entered the room and began walking to our seats, when I heard a shout.

"Dee! Come sit with me! Please?" George yelled from the other side of the table. I looked at Oliver, he nodded in agreement.

"You haven't sat with him in a while, go ahead." He kissed my cheek before I bounced over to George. I tousled his hair lively before sitting on his right. I looked at who we were sitting with. Lee, Dean, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Fred, sitting at the end of the line of people. I looked away, and started putting food on my plate.

"Haven't seen you in a while." George smiled at my company.

"Yeah, I've been spending a lot of time with Oliver, sorry" I explained, while slipping Harley a piece of chicken.

"I understand." George's eyes flickered to his brother. I ignored this. I don't want to think about Fred right now, not while I'm in such a good mood.

We ate our lunch with polite conversation between all of us. The main topic of discussion was Sirius Black, an Azkaban escapee. I still couldn't believe he actually made it out. No ones ever escaped. It frightened me. I met up with Oliver on the way up.

"How was lunch without me?" I teased.

"Unbearable. In fact, I think I may have to spend more time with you, to make up for lost time." Oliver put a hand on his head, and winked at me. Laughing, we approached the common room. I stopped dead in my tracks. Students crowded the portrait hole, whispering in panicked tones. I stood on my tiptoes, my eyes above the mound of heads; I could clearly see the three long slashes going down the fat lady's painting.

I turned my rigid body toward Oliver, who not needing to stand on his toes could see the scenario perfectly. He looked just as shocked as I was. I instantly turned back to the host of Gryffindors, searching. I found who I was looking for, and I squeezed, -okay, maybe 'shoved' is a better word- through the kids until I could reach my arms around George. I heard him sigh, and wrap his arms around me.

"I couldn't find you, I was so worried. Me and Fred-" He stopped short. He looked like a little boy who had just spilled a big secret. I didn't think my eyes could get any bigger, but still I stared at him with widening eyes. He and Fred were looking for me? Fred? Just as my mind began to clear, I felt a second pair of arms hug me from behind, and heard a sickeningly familiar sigh. I froze. This was the first time Fred and me touched since the fight. This was the first time we came with a one-foot distance of each other.

"Dee, where were you?" He questioned. Did he not realize how awkward this was? It seemed he could read my mind, because he pulled away hastily and looked surprised with himself.

"I was with Oliver." I answered shortly. I thought about going back to Oliver's side, but decided against it when I saw the students move toward the Great Hall.

"Oh, right." His reply was quiet.

"Well, er…I think Dumbledore wants us to go to the Great Hall. So, um, lets go." George attempted to break the tension, but you could see how happy he was to have Fred and me speaking again. We filed in behind the others, catching up with what we missed during our brief encounter. Apparently Sirius Black was in the castle. I shivered involuntarily. How he managed to get in with these dementors was beyond me, I was just grateful no one got hurt. Dumbledore had all the students sleeping in the Great Hall. The head boy instructed me to a lumpy blue sleeping bag. Right in between Fred and George. Yippee. I grabbed the pillow and sank under the covers. I heard everyone do the same, and soon the lights were out and I was staring at a star filled sky. I heard whispers everywhere, and it didn't matter how much the head boys and girls tried, they couldn't keep everyone quiet.

"Dee?" I heard Fred whisper, he sounded scared. Whether it was from Sirius Black or speaking to me again, I didn't care. I sighed.

"What?" I tried to keep the longing out of my voice, but even I could hear a small bit of it.

"I'm sorry." He responded after a few moments silence. I couldn't help but give a small miserable laugh.

"Sorry doesn't fix everything Fred." I wanted so badly to forgive him, to hug him and be best friends again. But I can't just pretend that this didn't hurt me.

"I know. I just…I don't like fighting with you." His voice was sincere.

"I don't exactly love it either." I turned on my back so I could stare ahead of me. "But you know it's not that easy."

"What's not?" He rolled on his side to look at me. I kept my eyes on the ceiling.

"Forgiving you." I was reluctant to let him know how I felt.

"Why?" He really didn't understand this, did he?

"Do you have any idea what its like to have your boyfriend tell you one of your best friends called you a tramp, and then go and be humiliated in front of everybody? And not just that, but the fact that you had no trouble saying any of that? And it took you weeks, weeks, to come and apologize, and when you do, it's during a possibly life-threatening situation?" I was out of breath, and had agonizing tears filling my eyes. Fred took his time digesting all this. I could tell he was thinking.

"No, I don't know what that's like, and I'm sorry I made you go through this. I truly am Dee, and I want nothing more than to be friends again." I could hear the truth in his words. I felt one tear stray and fall down my cheek. I kept my eyes on the sky, looking into the patterns of the stars. I heard Fred sigh, his sheets ruffle and I felt him lay his head on my pillow.

"You're a real git sometimes, you know that?" I managed. He laughed and sat up, bending to kiss my cheek affectionately.

"Alright George, I know your awake." I whispered to my right, where George was laying.

"Well, it's about time you two made up!" He commented, turning on his side to go back to bed. I did the same, and was soon asleep.

Okay, so at least one good thing came out of Sirius Black's break in. I was back to being best friends with the twins. Both of them.

A/N: Yay for quick updates! What did you guys think of the make-up scene? I decided to bring Dee and Fred together again. As FRIENDS. But don't worry; I plan on stirring up the drama soon! Thanks for reading, and thanks to .Squirrel and Arielle (you know who you are Arielle) for reviewing! I really appreciate it!