A/N: okayyy well this took a lot longer than expected SORRY : ( I've been writing this post Hogwarts Angelina / Fred thing and I just got on a roll with it you know? But I was sick today so I figured I'd get some writing done for this which I am very eager to finish! This chapter is a bit on the short side, and slightly pointless, but next chapter will be the yule ball : ) eyebrow wiggle okay enough ranting READ AWAY X3

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"Fred, could I have a moment," I meekly asked, approaching him slowly in the empty hall way and knowing that what I was about to do would take much longer than a moment.

I'm not sure how I got to this moment, but some how or other, here I am asking for confrontation. I suppose it started after I recounted what had happened to Alicia and Katie. Katie laughed and reckoned she never knew I had it in me; it took Alicia some time to actually believe that I had indeed given Fred Weasley a black eye and when she did, I thought that Fred and I were going to end up as lovely bookends. But Alicia simply shrugged and stated that 'it was no longer her problem', but I know she was using every inch of her self restraint to keep from socking me one.

I took to avoiding Fred, and it wasn't hard seeing as he was avoiding me as well. Lee and George seemed to be privy to what was going on because they would throw us a sympathetic smile and sit themselves on the other side of what ever room we were in.

It was all a lot of trouble over our small problem. I mean sure to me, the problem is huge, but on my scale, the highlight of life is Fred asking me to the Yule Ball, so it's slightly distorted from the rest of the world. I mean really, what are the problems of two kids who can't get their act together to the problems of the world?

None the less, it had taken me a week and a half to convince myself that this was stupid, and immature. It's not as if we are going to go the rest of our lives with out ever speaking to each other, and since Fred didn't seem to be making any moves, I decided that I was going to have to show some initiative and take the situation into my own hands and push my stubborn nature aside.

Ten minutes ago I had been the most confident girl in all of bloody England, but as we strolled into a nearby class room I felt my swell of confidence begin to deflate.

He strode over to the desk and slid onto it resting his feet on the chair. I stood in front of him begging my voice not to give me away.

"This is stupid," I said after a long lapse of silence.

"Is that what you brought me here to say?"

"No," I responded shaking my head, "No, there's more,"

He nodded his head waiting for me to make my point.

"Look, I shouldn't have punched you," I relented sighing deeply and eyeing his now healed eye.

"I agree," He forced out refusing to make eye contact with me. I bit my lip and waited for his response, but apparently 'I agree' was all he had to say on the matter.

"Well, you asked for it," I accused. I knew when I started this that it would take more than an empty classroom and a slur of words to get Fred to apologize, but I expected some admittance, expected him to take some blame.

"I asked for it did I?" He echoed lifting his gaze to meet mine. They weren't filled with contempt as I had dreaded, but they were filled with a sort of vague longing, as he if he was just as indecisive as I am, but the Fred Weasley I know is anything but in decisive.

"I suppose the selfish bitch, was meant as a compliment then?"

"It's the truth." He seethed.

"Even if that was true, what makes you think that you have license to go about shouting the truth?" I shouted throwing my hands out to the side of me "Should I list some truths about Fred Weasley? Alright, let's start with the fact that you're a rotten git who doesn't give a damn about what other people think and in fact I'm beginning to think that you just don't give a damn about other people at all. You think you are king of the world just because you can manipulate any brainless girl who glances your way. Well here is a newsflash Fred Weasley, I am not one of your bimbos."

My breath was heavy and I closed my eyes. I hadn't meant to spill out that much; he's just so frustrating, something about that boy gets under my skin. He laughed dryly and I ventured a glance at him.

"You are right Angelina, you aren't brainless, you had the smarts to use a spy to get what ever it is you wanted from me," I crossed my arms defensively, I was hoping he wouldn't bring up the whole spying thing, because I have no blanket of denial to hide under, the fact that I am pathetic is the cold, hard truth.

"A spy." He repeated "That is the sort of thing that little girls do to their parents to find out what they say about them. How old are you, five?"

I took his blows, one by one and silently cursed myself for being such an idiot. I dig my own holes, I create these situations for myself and then to get out of them, I dig deeper. Will somebody throw me a god damn rope already?

"Why did you do it?" The question struck the air in an odd fashion. There was no more frustration in his voice, he simply sounded curious. As if he genuinely cared. Here is the problem; the only thing he actually cares about it's the only thing I can't tell him.

"I dunno," I offered letting my voice trail off.

"It's a simple question,"

"Well maybe it doesn't have a simple answer!" I fired defensively and the look of curiosity was gone from his eyes.

"You always do this, always go on in these rants about how I will never understand, or how It's complicated, but then you follow up with a but it's all your fault. Tell me, how the hell am I supposed to understand what the hell it is I've been doing if you are always shoving me away."

"Believe me, if I knew I would enlighten you." I said honestly. It wasn't as if I had any clue how to make him understand that the fact that I'm bloody head over heels for him. I sighed, why were we so good at fighting like this?

"I don't want to fight with you any more Fred," I admitted, though the tone of my voice was just short of pleading. When he was silent I bit my lip and forced words out of my mouth.

"I can understand if you don't want to go to the Yule Ball with me any more," It nearly killed me to say it, but if he was going to be stomping on my feet purposely the whole night, then I have no business being there with him. He jerked his head up and looked at me letting my words sink in.

"Why? You think this is your out? So you can go scampering off with that prat Roger Davies."

"This has nothing to do with him, incase you haven't noticed he's got a girlfriend."

"That didn't stop me," He muttered. The thought lingered in my head, but I pushed it away.

"I'm just saying, I would understand if, considering the circumstance, you want to take back your offer. I'm giving you the out, not the other way around."

"Look," He said sighing and letting his defensive exterior slide down. "Just because I'm angry with you, doesn't mean I hate you."

I looked up at his half smile and grinned. He didn't hate me! Quick! We should be riding off into our sunset before the prince decides to kick me off his horse and realize what a loon I am.

"You had me fooled," I admitted hopping down off the desk. He grinned and rested his hands on my hips looking down at me with new found affection.

"You are Angelina Johnson, I could never hate you." He said grinning. I reached up, forcing my limbs to partake in at least some sort of physical function as they were a mushy mess, and squeezed him into a hug.

The insignificant problems of those two kids seemed to be resolved, at least for a while.

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"I thought we agreed to wait until she was absolutely mental before we slipped her some of those pills." Katie whispered to Alicia under her breathe as they watched me dance around the room humming to my own sort of tune.

"Hey, don't look at me," Alicia replied throwing her hands in the air innocently.

"So, did Fred confess his undying love for you?" Katie asked dramatically clasping her hands together. I paused in my frolicking and shook my head.

"Nope."

"Did he forgive you for the spying?" Alicia questioned incredulously. I shook my head once again.

"Not exactly."

My two friends exchanged a confused glance and I simply met it with another large smile.

"He doesn't hate me!" I shouted before collapsing onto the bed. Alicia strode over to me and glanced at me curiously twisting a piece of hair around her finger.

"You are pathetically sheltered." She concluded with a shrug and climbed into her bed. At this Katie squealed and hurried over to us sitting cross legged between our adjacent beds.

"George asked Alicia out today," She giggled lifting her shoulders up and sighing in delight.

"Are you serious?" I echoed sitting up in my bed looking towards Alicia who had covered her head with her blankets.

"Yes," She exclaimed throwing them from her "But do you see me hopping about like some deranged bunny rabbit?"

I grinned while Katie and eye exchanged a glance.

"You know, you could hop a bit if you wanted to," Katie suggested standing up and holding her arms out in front of her. Alicia rolled her eyes and I threw her a wink.

"I hear its really quite effective," I added wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

"Effective at what? Inducing asthma?" She retorted sarcastically, though there was a smile that tweaked at her lips as she sat up against her head board. Katie and I stared at her imploringly, and she finally caved and stood on her bed jumping up and down. Katie and I joined her prancing freely around the room each of us humming to our own harmonic tune. After a few minutes Alicia it seems, began to feel a sort of adrenaline rush.

"GEORGE WEASELY ASKED ME OUT TODAY! AND I SAID YES!" She shouted joyously jumping from bed to bed waving her arms around manically.

"I AM GOING OUT WITH THE SINGLE MOST GORGEOUS, MOST AMAZING GUY IN THE WHOLE BLOODY WORLD!"

"So this is what you guys do up here."

My head whipped around as I saw through Alicia's shouting the very subject of her exclamations and with him was Lee. George was grinning as if he'd just won some sort of medal and Lee was staring at Katie like she was the trophy George had just won.

"Haven't you people ever heard of knocking?" I snapped glancing at Alicia who hadn't even noticed the intrusion.

"We just wanted to let you know," Lee began crossing his arms looking quite proud of himself.

"That we figured out how to get up here,"

"And we plan on using it, at most unexpected times,"

"So expect the unexpected…"

I stood in confusion crinkling my brow attempting to decode what they had just said. Hang on a second, they can get up here! BUT THEY ARE GUYS! Expect the unexpected? What is that supposed to mean?

"What the hell are you doing here?" Katie asked noting their presence.

"Out." I demanded pushing them out of the door before they could launch into their complicated tyrant of plots and experiments that lead to them having ultimate access to this room when ever they want…I'm not even going to pretend that doesn't scare me. We were both pulled back into our hopping session as Alicia shouted,

"MRS. ALICIA GEORGE WEASLEY!"

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