Well, after faaaaaaaaar too much time, I am back!
I'm inspired, and I finally have some time! I apologize to all of you, I have been a shmuck. I deserve decapitation. I deserve a stoning. I know, I know.
But I think you'll all really enjoy this new addition. I'll try my best to get more chapters up, and not wait for EVER again!
I'm sorry.
But I'm BACK!

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To think, I was so mad about the whole "George" thing.

Right now, I must say that I am so so so pleased!

At first I was all worried about what I would do, what I would say, and how I would feel. Never once did I think of what he would be up to!

Three days after they were an official couple, I got the sweetest revenge anyone could ever dish out. However, the funny part was that it wasn't even revenge. Hell, I didn't even have to do anything! And it kept on coming!

The first two days they were just so in love. He carried her books for her, they called each other snooky-cakes, honeypie, sugarbear, and dumpling. I'm still trying to figure out just what a, "snooky cake," is, but by using the clues of the looks on their faces I'm sure it was something just wonderful.

It was sickening, but on the inside I was dying of laughter! Honestly. George Weasley acting like that? Is he retarded? Usually it's only first years that act like that. And even then, I have yet to hear someone of ANY age call their significant other, "snooky cakes."

It really is a dumb pet name. Just say it out loud!

Anyhow, all was sunny and bright with Samantha and George for all of 48 hours. Then all of a sudden Samantha snapped at George because his arms were tired from carrying her huge-as-all-hell potions book (as well as supplies). I guess she was also mad because with all of the lates he'd gotten from running around as her little slave (as well as all his usual antics), he had enough detentions racked up that he would be spending quality time with a teacher for their one-month anniversary, which may I remind you, was a whole month away.

Oh, how the lovers were in a pickle.

They broke up the next day.

They continued this on-and-off relationship for two months. The most recent breakup was just too much. I nearly died of laughter, though I did well at supressing it.

He came into the common room so somberly, which was in great contrast to the room's atmosphere at the time.

Fred, Angelina, Katie, Lee, and I were all in our usual spots near the fireplace in the common room. We were having a little too much fun exchanging the juiciest gossip you could ever find. It was a riot, to say the least!

"What's gotten into you?" Angelina asked him as George sulked towards the empty chair nearest to the fireplace.

"It's Sammy. We're through." he replied. You'd have thought he was telling us about a fire that destroyed all of London by the look on his face. He wasn't crying, but he was just her sooo deep.

Katie looked concerned, Angelina looked sympathetic, and Lee seemed like he had mixed feelings of relief and sadness.

Fred and I were the jerks who had slightly evil smirks protruding from our features. We quickly glanced at each other, then back at George.

"Oh, that's awful!" Katie moved to his chair and sat on the armrest, putting an arm around the top of the chair and another on his nearest arm, "Are you okay?"

He didn't say anything.

"Aw, don't feel too bad, mate. Now you can move on to an even hotter female!" Lee said smiling broadly.

"Lee, what would you know about that?" George said.

Ouch.

Lee's smirk was immediately wiped off his face with that one. He crossed his arms across his chest defensively and looked fixedly into the fireplace.

Fred and I shared another glance.

"Be nice, George." said Katie.

"I'm only being truthful," he snarled.

Katie rolled her eyes but stayed on the armrest, I guess to comfort George. I don't know why she'd even bother right now. It's obvious he's just being a jackass about it.

"George, it'll be fine, I promise," Angelina ensured him.

But once more, he was not having it.

"How can you promise something like that?" he replied through clenched teeth.

She looked surprised, and even a little hurt. After all, she was only trying to help.

I, on the other hand, got irritated. He should be thankful that they even care. Merlin knows I don't!

Fred motioned to me towards the door. We both rose from our seats.

"Where are you two going?" Angelina asked. After all, it did seem rather abrupt.

Fred and I looked at each other for a moment, then looked towards Angelina and shrugged. We then turned our backs on our fireplace crew and a smoldering George and went out the door.

When the door was shut, I couldn't help but tell him, "God, I'm glad I'm out of there," with a large sigh of relief.

"Me too," he said. We laughed together.

It seemed that these days, I was much more in tune with Fred. Maybe I was actually more like him in general.

I wish I had a crush on him. He's not a drama-queen that sits in front of fireplaces bitching at his closest friends all because he lost the title of Samantha's precious "snooky cakes".

"I'm so glad you found all that ridiculous, too." He said, turning his head to look at me as we strolled along.

"Yeah. I couldn't believe that the others actually felt sorry for him. He knew what she was like." I replied, looking back at him.

"You mean a complete imbecile?" He smiled.

"That's exactly what I mean." I grinned.

After a brief pause, I asked, "After the first ten breakups with her in the past month, does he honestly still think they're meant to be?"

"I don't know, really. I think he's moved on to the ideology that they're star-crossed lovers."

I chuckled.

"I just wish he'd see what I see." He added.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. I turned my head to look at him again. He had one of those looks that clearly read, "I know something you don't know" and I didn't like it. Not one bit!

"Well, I've just noticed a very nice girl that I think he should have noticed a long time ago." He smirked.

I don't like that smirk. I don't like it even a little! I want it wiped off his face!

I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "Oh."

"Yes," he continued, "he seems to be blind." He looked ahead.

I kept looking at him through questioning eyes. Now he had picked up on it?

"Care to elaborate?" I finally asked.

"No." He said.

"Please?"

"I think you already know." He smiled.

I stopped walking. He continued a couple paces, before noticing my absence and stopping himself. He turned around, smiling that same lop-sided grin he's always got on.

Sometimes I really hate that grin.

This is one of those times.

"I might. Enlighten me regardless." I smiled a bit, shifted my weight to my right hip, and put my hand on it. I meant business!

"Well, you see, Angelina and I were talking—"

"I'll kill her." I blurted.

"No no no..." He laughed, "It wasn't her doing."

I cocked an eyebrow. "Then how would you have found out?"

He said nothing.

"Tell me. How do you know?"

His smile got bigger.

I got closer to him. "How do you know?!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He said through a façade of ignorance and shock.

I smiled at him. "Just tell me. How do you know I'm into George?"

"Well..." He said.

"Yes?"

"You see, Alicia..." He started, then stopping, clearly for drama.

"Yes?" I repeated.

"You just told me." His smile widened even more before turning around and breaking into a mad dash.

My eyes widened, and I chased after him. I swear, I'm going to beat that boy until more than his hair is red!

I was inwardly smiling. I really do love Fred. Like a brother of course, not how I feel about his brother, but as a brother of my very own.

He laughed the whole time he ran, as did I.

"FRED!" I yelled.

"Yes, Alicia?" He yelled back.

"You better not stop. If you do, you'll die!" I yelled.

"Well that can't happen, I'm too beautiful for death!" He turned a corner.

"Glamour kills!" I yelled, turning as well.

I was gaining on him. He was mine!

I was right behind him. I grabbed the back of his sweater.

And then—

Then I was laying on the back of a certain red-headed friend. I groaned.

"Errrrgh, what happened?" I asked, attempting to get up.

Fred was just lifting his head as I finally got to the full up-right position.

Oh damn.

Below my dear friend lied Professor McGonagall, sprawled out on the floor with papers scattered about around the heap of people.

We'd ran into her.

She didn't look happy.

"I think it's needless to say that I'm taking house points for this one." She said as she and Fred got up. "Oh, and I think a detention will also be in order." She glared.

Oh, how I hate her glares. They're scary...

We helped her gather her papers, before leaving the premises as fast as we could without running and repeating the same horrid mistake.

"Back to the tower?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

We walked along in silence for about one minute.

"So what should I do, then?" I asked Fred.

"I don't really know." He said, "I think what you're doing right now is doing the trick."

"What exactly is it that I'm doing?" I asked. I honestly had no idea. I didn't know I was doing anything at all, let alone something that would "do the trick".

"Well, you're not making a big deal about this whole Samantha thing. Not to mention, you haven't comforted him once about her." Fred said as we turned down a new corridor.

"Well I'm not doing that on purpose, I'm not that mean—" I replied. I hadn't even realized that I hadn't had any words of encouragement for him!

"Oh please, Alicia. You know as well as I do that neither of us give a damn what happens between them." He laughed.

"True, but I didn't notice that I was so... So... Cruelly uncaring, I guess."

"Well, it's not real apparent. It's just something I've noticed, probably because I haven't really said anything too heartfelt, either. But I'm pretty sure he's noticed, too." He looked over at me.

"Okay—so I look awful. But how is that helping me?" I asked amidst a laugh.

"You're carefree, Alicia." He said seriously. "You refuse to be unhappy. It's a really beautiful quality to have. You're not cold-hearted about not saying anything, you're just not giving in to his cloud of gloom, I guess. He only sees you happy. I don't know exactly how to say it... I think my words keep cancelling each other out, but I think you get it... Right?"

"I think I sort of do." I replied.

"Yeah... It's like, even though you two went through that whole Mrs. Norris thing—"

"WHAT?!" I interrupted, nearly yelling.

"Yeah, he told me about it Alicia. Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone." He said. He sighed a bit, "He really does like you. I think he's just afraid."

"So afraid that he gets a new girlfriend that we all hate, and then complains every other day when he gets dumped by her?" I said bitterly.

"Exactly," was the reply I got.

I think that's what I love about Fred. He's so simple, yet he can be so complex at times. This, of course, was one of his simpler moments.

We finally got to the portrait.

I turned to face him.

"We should do this more often." I said.

He smirked, "Yes, we should. I think this was the most fun excuse for a detention from McGonagall I've had in a long time."

I laughed, and together we entered through the portrait.

The crew was still seated in front of the fireplace. However this time Lee, Angelina, and Katie were all sitting on the couch staring into the fire angrily and fed up. George was still in his chair, being bitchy, I assumed.

Lee looked up at Fred and I. "Have fun?" He said angrily. It was the angriest and most annoyed voice that I'd ever heard come from Lee.

"Oh, tons!" replied Fred. The happiness he exuded seemed to have a toxic affect on the three, as well as George.

"Must be nice," said George, "to be able to just go somewhere with a girl and have a wonderful time."

Fred's face broke into an extremely large and slightly evil smirk, just as he said, "Yeah. I've been telling you to go out somewhere with Alicia for months now, but I guess that I'm fine with reaping the benefits."

And with that he made his way up to the boys' dorm, that smile still on his face.

After a period of shock, George's face got even madder, though I hadn't thought it possible. He muttered words that I couldn't hear, and I think I'm glad I didn't. What Fred said had definitely struck a cord with George.

As for the three on the couch, they all looked much less angry and much more surprised, happy, and even amused. Perhaps it was the statement itself, of maybe just the look on George's face, but they were considerably affected in terms of their mood.

Angelina was sporting a huge, evil smile.

I really love Fred. I really do. I just want to through him a huge party for being so darn kickass!

I turned away from the fireplace, and headed up to the boys' dorm.

Fred and I had a lot more bonding to do.

TADA!
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