Disclaimer: I own George! Just joking, J.K. Rowling does.
Any Fred and George Fans: Check out Potter-fanatic's "Love Square" story! Really, it's so good! Read it! Actually check out any story in this section because most of them are really terrific. Well, there are some that are… ahhh I won't say. I think you'll know what I mean.
This is the big thanks section. If you don't want to read it you don't have to but it is pretty long.
HUGE thanks to Kelly aka Kelly the Maiden! As my best friend, she's given me support and possible ideas (which I'm using!) when I was in my writer's block and has always acted interested when I'm talking about this stuff.
MAYBE EVEN BIGGER thanks to tangible visions because I've never seen you in real life and I talk to you and you're very supportive and funny! You're a schizophrenic and so am I! (An altered What about Bob? joke for those of you who are reading this)
REVIEWERS: You're going to get tired of hearing this but I love you!!! Thanks to all the reviewers for chapter ten (and the end of chapter nine): Cool chick, Bunny!, Leah Malfoy, Night Spirit, Potter fanatic, Mionee, Chained Dove, Potter Princess, Jewlie, and Hopeless Romantic.
Biobud: Thanks for getting me through my labs and encouraging me on this story! You're awesome! Down with Bundy!!! (Evil laughter)
Heather (aka dragula chick) Thanks for all the reviews! You ARE a review! (Sorry, people, inside joke!)
For Fred and George fans: Check my list! Well, you wouldn't be reading this if you weren't a fan so check it out! I'll add to it later(
Twin: You suck! Thanks for the reviews! I think you scared the crap out of anyone reading it but that's okay. It seemed like you had multiple personalities, but it was cool. Here is your message: RETTOH SI WERDNA.
Chapter eleven
Alicia's POV
"Fred better not be late to practice!" Angelina remarked as we walked to our "rescheduled" practice.
"He won't be," I replied.
"We've been detained from the Slytherins as it is!' Katie agreed.
"Now about the Hawkshead formation-" Angelina started.
"Hey, watch it!" I said angrily as an impatient figure pushed past us, nearly knocking me over. To my surprise it was George who mumbled a hurried apology.
"George! What's the matter?" I called after him.
To my dismay he didn't even stop to answer.
"I wonder what's wrong?" Katie said with concern.
"Who knows?" Fred joined us along with Harry and Ron. "Just now he tore our dorm apart. He's either really mad-"
"-or stressed," Ron mused.
"-or looking for something," Harry guessed.
"He didn't even tell his own dear twin what he was doing!" Fred said in mock sorrow. When I turned to frown at him he said, "But I reckon he's okay."
"Okay? He just ran past us like Percy that time you set his hair on fire!"
"You remember that?"
"How could I not!"
"I see your point. Okay, I'll talk to him," Fred said.
George's POV
The corridors, my dorm, under the Gryffindor table, the Quidditch field…I checked them all…I even checked places I hadn't been since my second year.
"This is getting to be ridiculous," I mumbled looking under a rug in front of the common room.
It had somehow gone missing between the time I'd gone down to the field and come up. Then a horrible thought struck me-What if a Slytherin had it? So far no one's mentioned it...
That extremely annoying voice started up again. 'It's time to stop worrying about it and act like yourself. George Weasley doesn't worry. George Weasley shouldn't worry.'
"I DO worry, though," I said, rushing down to practice. Everyone was already down on the field, but no one was playing yet.
"Hey, you okay?" Fred asked as I approached.
"Never better," I lied, careful not to look at anyone directly. I felt Alicia's eyes on me as I got my broom. It was getting harder to hide my feelings for her. Like earlier…in the corridors…
"Come on, George. What's bothering you?" Fred called as I missed a Bludger.
"Nothing," I answered, smacking the other one successfully.
"Oh come off of it! You're playing like Pansy Parkinson on butterbeer!"
"Oh, bugger off!"
"Is it Alicia?" he asked more quietly, zooming closer to me so the others couldn't hear.
"What makes you think it's her?"
"Ah-ha! So there is a problem!"
"Na-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Attention!" Professor McGonagall called, walking down the field. She looked very grave…something bad must have happened…but then again she always wore that serious expression. "Come down everyone. I have something to tell you."
"What's the problem, Professor?" Fred asked calmly.
"Your game against Ravenclaw tomorrow has been rescheduled for next week," she said as we were all gathered around her.
"What!?" Angelina shrieked.
"Why?" I asked.
"Apparently, Cho Chang still hasn't recovered from her arm injury."
"Can't they just use a reserve?" Alicia sounded outraged.
"No, there isn't one."
"We had to play even without a reserve Seeker when Harry was out our third year!" Katie complained.
"I'm sorry, but ever since Mr. Malfoy's injury two years ago, we can't have any games where a player is hurt with no reserve player to take his place."
"Well they should have one!" I yelled.
"Look at it this way, Mr. Weasley. At least you will be in top condition before beating Ravenclaw next Saturday."
"Thanks Professor," Fred and I chimed.
"Let's get back to work," Angelina said briskly after Professor McGonagall left.
"No, let's just relax," Fred argued.
"Fred Weasley! You slacking git!"
"Slacking git? I take that as a complement."
Angelina rolled her eyes and playfully hit him.
"Oww!" Fred complained.
* * *
GRYFFINDOR VS RAVENCLAW GAME
Alicia's POV
"Oww!" Ravenclaw Keeper Ross McGinnis moaned as Katie jammed the Quaffle past him through the Ravenclaw goalposts for the fifteenth time. We didn't even bother to high-five anymore; this was mortifying for the Ravenclaws.
"Sadly Ravenclaw is getting pounded, 150 to 0. Geez, someone needs to take that Keeper out! This is turning into goal practice for the Gryffindor Chasers," Lee groaned as the Ravenclaws sank into an even lower level of disappointment.
"But Gryffindor Keeper Ronald Weasley has certainly held his own by not letting a single score go thought the Gryffindor end! This being his first year on the Gryffindor team he really ought to be commended for—hey! What's wrong with Fawcett?" Lee asked.
Ravenclaw Chaser Fiona Fawcett was gasping for breath, half- screaming, half-laughing hysterically and nearly falling off her broomstick. A hush fell over the crowd and us Gryffindors turned to see her clawing at her robes frantically as a loud buzzing sound came from the inside of her robes.
"The SNITCH!" she managed to shriek. "I've got the SNITCH!"
Harry and Cho, both on opposite ends of the field, raced to Fiona. The other players gathered around her in confusion as it flew up the neck of her robes past her face but managed to get caught in her thick hair. She clamped her hands over it, ignoring the angry insect-like buzzing.
"And the Snitch escapes Fawcett, avoids Turpin, Johnson misses it and –this is intense! …whizzes past Stackpole and one of the Weasley twins and—Chang, Cho Chang of Ravenclaw gets the Snitch! Wait, that means—it's a TIE! It's 150 to 150!"
A roar of surprise echoed from all sides of the stadium.
Lee was sputtering that this hadn't happened at Hogwarts since 1917 when Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw for the House Cup. I laughed, landing with the rest of the team, still not comprehending what had happened. We all lined up to shake hands with the Ravenclaws who shrugged good- naturedly. After shaking hands with all seven players I let out a long sigh.
"Well, I guess Cho's arm is back to full strength," I said to George who'd come up from behind me.
"Well we wanted some competition! Harry did do the best he could, but she was closer…"
"Oh I don't think anyone's complaining," I said, gesturing to Hagrid and a shy Ginny Weasley who were assuring Harry that it would have been impossible for him to get the Snitch from where he was on the field.
"But we're still proud of yeh, Harry!"
George nodded to my left where Hermione was shrieking over a very blushing Ron who was protesting, "Honestly, Hermione! You'd think I was named Head Boy!'
Angelina and Fred were on the ground laughing, their brooms forgotten. Angelina giggled and said something that sounded suspiciously like," The Ball? I thought you'd never ask, Frederick!"
"He hates to be called Frederick!" George said in astonishment as Fred grinned at her happily.
"You forget it was Angelina who said it!"
"You're absolutely right," George said huskily, grabbing me into a hug. "You had a good game," he murmured in my ear.
"You did too," I said softly, kissing his cheek before I lost my nerve.
His mouth broke into a wide grin as I pulled away.
"Alicia?" he asked softly as if afraid I'd back away further.
"Yes?"
"Have you been asked to the Yule Ball yet?"
"Well no-"
"Well now you have," he said, his smile showing his white teeth.
"You mean-"
"I was just wondering-"
"Yes!" I interrupted.
"Yes?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Yes, George, I'll go to the Ball with you."
Next chapter: Duh, the Yule Ball! Well and other stuff too, (like who has the photo) but I've got some of it written already so the next chapter should be here in a jiffy! Please R/R!
Any Fred and George Fans: Check out Potter-fanatic's "Love Square" story! Really, it's so good! Read it! Actually check out any story in this section because most of them are really terrific. Well, there are some that are… ahhh I won't say. I think you'll know what I mean.
This is the big thanks section. If you don't want to read it you don't have to but it is pretty long.
HUGE thanks to Kelly aka Kelly the Maiden! As my best friend, she's given me support and possible ideas (which I'm using!) when I was in my writer's block and has always acted interested when I'm talking about this stuff.
MAYBE EVEN BIGGER thanks to tangible visions because I've never seen you in real life and I talk to you and you're very supportive and funny! You're a schizophrenic and so am I! (An altered What about Bob? joke for those of you who are reading this)
REVIEWERS: You're going to get tired of hearing this but I love you!!! Thanks to all the reviewers for chapter ten (and the end of chapter nine): Cool chick, Bunny!, Leah Malfoy, Night Spirit, Potter fanatic, Mionee, Chained Dove, Potter Princess, Jewlie, and Hopeless Romantic.
Biobud: Thanks for getting me through my labs and encouraging me on this story! You're awesome! Down with Bundy!!! (Evil laughter)
Heather (aka dragula chick) Thanks for all the reviews! You ARE a review! (Sorry, people, inside joke!)
For Fred and George fans: Check my list! Well, you wouldn't be reading this if you weren't a fan so check it out! I'll add to it later(
Twin: You suck! Thanks for the reviews! I think you scared the crap out of anyone reading it but that's okay. It seemed like you had multiple personalities, but it was cool. Here is your message: RETTOH SI WERDNA.
Chapter eleven
Alicia's POV
"Fred better not be late to practice!" Angelina remarked as we walked to our "rescheduled" practice.
"He won't be," I replied.
"We've been detained from the Slytherins as it is!' Katie agreed.
"Now about the Hawkshead formation-" Angelina started.
"Hey, watch it!" I said angrily as an impatient figure pushed past us, nearly knocking me over. To my surprise it was George who mumbled a hurried apology.
"George! What's the matter?" I called after him.
To my dismay he didn't even stop to answer.
"I wonder what's wrong?" Katie said with concern.
"Who knows?" Fred joined us along with Harry and Ron. "Just now he tore our dorm apart. He's either really mad-"
"-or stressed," Ron mused.
"-or looking for something," Harry guessed.
"He didn't even tell his own dear twin what he was doing!" Fred said in mock sorrow. When I turned to frown at him he said, "But I reckon he's okay."
"Okay? He just ran past us like Percy that time you set his hair on fire!"
"You remember that?"
"How could I not!"
"I see your point. Okay, I'll talk to him," Fred said.
George's POV
The corridors, my dorm, under the Gryffindor table, the Quidditch field…I checked them all…I even checked places I hadn't been since my second year.
"This is getting to be ridiculous," I mumbled looking under a rug in front of the common room.
It had somehow gone missing between the time I'd gone down to the field and come up. Then a horrible thought struck me-What if a Slytherin had it? So far no one's mentioned it...
That extremely annoying voice started up again. 'It's time to stop worrying about it and act like yourself. George Weasley doesn't worry. George Weasley shouldn't worry.'
"I DO worry, though," I said, rushing down to practice. Everyone was already down on the field, but no one was playing yet.
"Hey, you okay?" Fred asked as I approached.
"Never better," I lied, careful not to look at anyone directly. I felt Alicia's eyes on me as I got my broom. It was getting harder to hide my feelings for her. Like earlier…in the corridors…
"Come on, George. What's bothering you?" Fred called as I missed a Bludger.
"Nothing," I answered, smacking the other one successfully.
"Oh come off of it! You're playing like Pansy Parkinson on butterbeer!"
"Oh, bugger off!"
"Is it Alicia?" he asked more quietly, zooming closer to me so the others couldn't hear.
"What makes you think it's her?"
"Ah-ha! So there is a problem!"
"Na-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Attention!" Professor McGonagall called, walking down the field. She looked very grave…something bad must have happened…but then again she always wore that serious expression. "Come down everyone. I have something to tell you."
"What's the problem, Professor?" Fred asked calmly.
"Your game against Ravenclaw tomorrow has been rescheduled for next week," she said as we were all gathered around her.
"What!?" Angelina shrieked.
"Why?" I asked.
"Apparently, Cho Chang still hasn't recovered from her arm injury."
"Can't they just use a reserve?" Alicia sounded outraged.
"No, there isn't one."
"We had to play even without a reserve Seeker when Harry was out our third year!" Katie complained.
"I'm sorry, but ever since Mr. Malfoy's injury two years ago, we can't have any games where a player is hurt with no reserve player to take his place."
"Well they should have one!" I yelled.
"Look at it this way, Mr. Weasley. At least you will be in top condition before beating Ravenclaw next Saturday."
"Thanks Professor," Fred and I chimed.
"Let's get back to work," Angelina said briskly after Professor McGonagall left.
"No, let's just relax," Fred argued.
"Fred Weasley! You slacking git!"
"Slacking git? I take that as a complement."
Angelina rolled her eyes and playfully hit him.
"Oww!" Fred complained.
* * *
GRYFFINDOR VS RAVENCLAW GAME
Alicia's POV
"Oww!" Ravenclaw Keeper Ross McGinnis moaned as Katie jammed the Quaffle past him through the Ravenclaw goalposts for the fifteenth time. We didn't even bother to high-five anymore; this was mortifying for the Ravenclaws.
"Sadly Ravenclaw is getting pounded, 150 to 0. Geez, someone needs to take that Keeper out! This is turning into goal practice for the Gryffindor Chasers," Lee groaned as the Ravenclaws sank into an even lower level of disappointment.
"But Gryffindor Keeper Ronald Weasley has certainly held his own by not letting a single score go thought the Gryffindor end! This being his first year on the Gryffindor team he really ought to be commended for—hey! What's wrong with Fawcett?" Lee asked.
Ravenclaw Chaser Fiona Fawcett was gasping for breath, half- screaming, half-laughing hysterically and nearly falling off her broomstick. A hush fell over the crowd and us Gryffindors turned to see her clawing at her robes frantically as a loud buzzing sound came from the inside of her robes.
"The SNITCH!" she managed to shriek. "I've got the SNITCH!"
Harry and Cho, both on opposite ends of the field, raced to Fiona. The other players gathered around her in confusion as it flew up the neck of her robes past her face but managed to get caught in her thick hair. She clamped her hands over it, ignoring the angry insect-like buzzing.
"And the Snitch escapes Fawcett, avoids Turpin, Johnson misses it and –this is intense! …whizzes past Stackpole and one of the Weasley twins and—Chang, Cho Chang of Ravenclaw gets the Snitch! Wait, that means—it's a TIE! It's 150 to 150!"
A roar of surprise echoed from all sides of the stadium.
Lee was sputtering that this hadn't happened at Hogwarts since 1917 when Hufflepuff played Ravenclaw for the House Cup. I laughed, landing with the rest of the team, still not comprehending what had happened. We all lined up to shake hands with the Ravenclaws who shrugged good- naturedly. After shaking hands with all seven players I let out a long sigh.
"Well, I guess Cho's arm is back to full strength," I said to George who'd come up from behind me.
"Well we wanted some competition! Harry did do the best he could, but she was closer…"
"Oh I don't think anyone's complaining," I said, gesturing to Hagrid and a shy Ginny Weasley who were assuring Harry that it would have been impossible for him to get the Snitch from where he was on the field.
"But we're still proud of yeh, Harry!"
George nodded to my left where Hermione was shrieking over a very blushing Ron who was protesting, "Honestly, Hermione! You'd think I was named Head Boy!'
Angelina and Fred were on the ground laughing, their brooms forgotten. Angelina giggled and said something that sounded suspiciously like," The Ball? I thought you'd never ask, Frederick!"
"He hates to be called Frederick!" George said in astonishment as Fred grinned at her happily.
"You forget it was Angelina who said it!"
"You're absolutely right," George said huskily, grabbing me into a hug. "You had a good game," he murmured in my ear.
"You did too," I said softly, kissing his cheek before I lost my nerve.
His mouth broke into a wide grin as I pulled away.
"Alicia?" he asked softly as if afraid I'd back away further.
"Yes?"
"Have you been asked to the Yule Ball yet?"
"Well no-"
"Well now you have," he said, his smile showing his white teeth.
"You mean-"
"I was just wondering-"
"Yes!" I interrupted.
"Yes?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Yes, George, I'll go to the Ball with you."
Next chapter: Duh, the Yule Ball! Well and other stuff too, (like who has the photo) but I've got some of it written already so the next chapter should be here in a jiffy! Please R/R!
