OKAYYY: Blame my computer because I had a whole page of stuff I wrote up here but it decided to act stupid, so sorry. Okay, yeah, New Years. Oh, and yeah, some stuff is kind of out of whack with the chronology, forgive me.

"Hey—honey," I smiled.

He looked at my wildly, his eyes wide and a curious look on his face, "Where have you been? I know practice couldnt've lasted that long."

"I went to dinner," I sat my things on the counter and walked nearer to him.

"With who?" he took a step back.

"Oliver," I smiled. "Quidditch business—and I needed to talk to him about Katie. You know she's come to fancy him more than Lee," I smiled.

"Angelina, today is that last day of holiday and you're off gallivanting with Quidditch buddies after I haven't seen you in days!"

"'Gallivanting'?"

"Yes! Gallivanting!" he swished his hair out of his eyes and twitched his nose.

I smirked, my arms crossed.

"Stop smirking, Angelina—I'm really—not happy with you right now," he said rather unconvincingly. We all know Oliver's delay was just unpleasant for dear William.

I smirked anyway, "Aw, I'm sorry, Fred," I began swaggering toward him, my arms swinging. I smiled at him.

"Now, Angelina—you, you keep your distance."

I backed him into the wall and put my hand to his chest, getting rather close to his face. He bit his lip and turned his head. I began to turn his head when we were interrupted by a crack!

"ANGELINA!"

I turned around and rolled my eyes, "Hey Katie."

"How did it go with Oliver?" she smiled at me.

I was going to answer her but Fred came from behind me, "Did it not look like we were up to something?"

"Shh, Fred," I said to him. "It went fine—actually, in your case—well, Oliver said he was too busy at the time to court, really."

"Uh," her face fell and she looked distraught, "I guess I'll have to stick with Lee."

I looked confused—because I was, "Katie—you can't be with Lee if you want someone else. It's just not right."

"Well, Lee asked me on a date. I think I should go."

"But you don't want to—it wouldn't make any sense. You can't just—that's stupid, Kates, you like Oliver and already said you were sick of Lee--"

"Ah, ah, ah," she held up her finger, "I said that if Oliver was interested so was I. He's not—so I'm not and I'm just fine with Lee."

"But no one wants to be second. What if I liked George but George didn't like me so I just went out with Fred because George didn't like me and I thought I'd just settle for Fred. How would that be?"

"What the hell did you just say?"

"Nothing. Just—do you really want to get back with Lee?"

She thought for a second and smiled, "Yes."

I shrugged, "Don't get hurt again—he may not feel the same way."

"Well, I'll just," she sighed, "I'll see."

"Great. Goodbye dear Katie."

"Oh, dear Fred—not upset your dear Ang wanted to dine with gorgeous Wood rather than be with you?" Katie, shut the hell up. Thanks.

"Not true," my head whipped towards Fred then I scowled at Katie. She smirked and tilted her head to the side. "Don't be upset with me because Wood doesn't fancy you, Katie, now stop."

She smiled, "You are charming."

"Mend hearts, Katie. Now goodbye," I smiled at her and she smirked then Disapparated.

"Goodness," I sighed. "Where is your brother—and, and Alicia?" I asked Fred.

"Alicia stopped by after practice—when I thought I'd see you. I don't know where she went after that and I think—hell, I don't know where George is."

I sighed and plopped onto my couch, "Come hither, Frederick," I smiled over my shoulder and he shuddered.

"Never again, Angelina. Never again. You're lucky we're pressed for time and I'm not happy, this should be good," he smiled and hovered over me while I was sitting on the couch. I pushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed him. Has anyone noticed that it's always Fred's shirt that is the first to come off? I don't know—maybe the kid just likes being starkers, hell, I don't complain.

Anyway, less clothes, faster heart beats—and a loud crack! "Damn it!" Fred threw his hair out of his eyes and got off the couch. He hit the wall with his shirt and put it back on, heading towards my room. "Just call when you're finished, ladies, I've got all night," he said sarcastically. Oh shut up, you randy git. Honestly.

"Hey, Alicia," I said, smiling over the top of the couch.

"Uh, sorry," she smiled.

I smirked, "Don't worry. What've you been up to?"

"Oh, nothing, really," she said nicely, "Where is George?" she asked more hurriedly.

"I don't know and nor does Fred. Why?" I asked.

"I wish to speak with him, that's all."

"You two never speak. In fact, you've never spoken—every time you try to talk things out you end up shagging and the whole thing just gets—I don't know, well, no—I don't know where he is."

She leaned her face against her fist and smirked, "Well, so do you and Fred."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, about that--"

"So you honestly don't know where he's gone to?"

"Check their flat, Alicia, I don't keep tabs on the bloke," I stretched out on my couch.

"All right, bye Angelina."

"Bye."

I sighed and got off the couch. Stupid Fred, now I had to chase the boy down and I was tired—Quidditch for hours, hello? So, I walk—slowly—into my room and I am immediately pulled to the right into my bathroom. Guess who? I smiled when I saw Fred, duh, and he pulled me further into the bathroom when there was, yet another, extremely annoying crack!

"Go the hell away!" Fred shut the bathroom door and I laughed, falling to the floor.

I got up and opened the door, "Hey George!" I smiled at him.

"Hi, uh--"

"Alicia was looking for you," I said.

"Okay, um--"

"Go find her, then," Fred said and he pulled me back into the bathroom and closed the door.

"FRED!"

"Angelina," he said. I just laughed.

"Bye," George said from the other side of the door.

"I was trying to talk to him. That's your twin, shouldn't you be working on the shop or spending bonding time together—or—something?"

"George is great but he's not so much pleasing to be around as you are—physically."

"Lord, I hope not," I smiled and backed further into the bathroom with Fred closing in on me, his face less than two centimeters from mine.

Suddenly there came a polite knock on the door and Fred rolled his eyes. I laughed again.

"Uh, sorry," came George's voice. "Do you know where she might be—Alicia, I mean."

"I told her to look at your flat, she may be there, George."

"Okay, thanks," he said. I'm guessing he actually left this time.

"We've wasted about an hour talking to these stupid people, now--" he got off of the floor because he had sat down out of frustration. I was still turned toward the door and he came behind me, giving me chills actually. I exhaled, nice. He was still behind me and he kissed my shoulder. Oh, Godric. Time to exercise all that greatness I expressed to Alicia and Katie.

Needless to say, I woke up on my bathroom floor at two o'clock in the morning. I didn't know if I hurt from the hard floor, or—whatever else. Haha. Anyway, I got up and opened the door, causing light to shine on the floor, waking up Fred.

"Ah, women, turn that light out," he said, covering his eyes.

I smiled and did so, "Get up, you bum!" I pulled him up from the floor, struggling because he weighed a ton.

"Angelina," he whined. "I want to go back to sleep."

"Not on the floor, you idiot," I pushed him onto the bed and he crawled into a comfortable position like a small child. He fell right back to sleep and I just rolled my eyes, smiling.

I got back into bed and fell back asleep myself only to be woken up at nine o'clock to hear Fred breaking my things trying to get dressed and out of my flat.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"I'm late!" he quickly put the rest of his clothes on and Disapparated. Good morning.

I fixed a cup of tea and hours passed rather slowly. At around noon, Alicia dropped by.

"Hello, Angelina," she smiled.

"What of you and George?" I asked. No need to hesitate, honestly.

"Okay," she sat down. "I waited for him at his flat and he appeared just minutes after I was there. 'Hi, George.' I said. He looked really distraught and all. I guess I hurt him or something." No, you didn't. She only left in the middle of shagging the boy and shagged Lee all the way through. That still kills me. "I apologized and all. He acted all nonchalant about it and I asked if he didn't care at all. I wondered if he actually cared what was my reasoning. He shrugged, and said he did and I told him. He smirked—you know, that adorable smirk those twins do. And he said he thought that was all right then and we shouldnt've got so much to drink but even he knew what he was doing. But, yeah. We're good."

"How was the shag, then?" I asked nonchalantly.

She looked at me disapprovingly, as if she was going to say they didn't shag. In fact, I expected her to say that they didn't. She sighed, "Oh, it was great," she laughed.

I made a disgusted face. Those two—I swear. "Are you—actually back together?"

"I don't know," she smiled and looked all off in space. Oh, ew, she must've been thinking about George. Uh.

I gave her another disgusted face, "Right. I wonder what Katie's up to?" I asked. Now that the Alicia and George drama was over, we all needed to see how Lee and Katie were going to work out. Ah, I'm looking forward to it so, so much.

"It's a shame, that. They were always so adorable during school, now I'm just tired of—Lee and her."

I sighed, "I can say the same for everyone else," I looked at her.

"Oh, shut up."

"Katie's got to go back to Hogwarts so Lee will probably start back up in no time," I shrugged. All this—drama, I hate it. Only thing I have to look forward to is the wedding. And that's four months from now.

The next few days when I saw George, he looked impeccably happy and absolutely nothing fazed him. It had been days after Christmas and Katie and Lee still hadn't gotten back together. Katie kept dodging everything Lee threw at her and making up ridiculous excuses why she couldn't go with him. Lee just went with it because he didn't want any additional tension to mess up the potential reunion of the two. Poor kid.

Katie was now being the bitch—Lee hadn't even looked—glanced—at another girl since he promised Katie he wouldn't and expressed how dearly sorry he was. Good on the boy, but damn Katie. Whatever. We'll see what happens during the New Year's Celebration. Ha!

I had another practice with Oliver on New Year's Eve—the players would be chosen just after New Year's Day and I needed more practice. I found I flew well. Oliver wished me a happy New Year and hoped to see me on the team next year. I wish so, too, Oliver. And I thanked him.

Now, I was planning on having a small gathering at my house—meaning that only the six of my close friends would be there. However, the twins—being the twins—decided that it was a New Year and nothing should be small. So, they and some other people are hosting the party at a large manor on the countryside. Should be hell but I look forward to it.

Alicia and Katie were in my living room, chatting before the party and I walked it. "Evening, Angelina! Aren't you excited?" Katie asked very—excitedly.

"Ecstatic," I said sarcastically with a smile on my face.

"Honestly," Alicia said. "What are you planning on wearing?"

"Nothing special," I replied. I've no one to impress, but I was going to look cute—as always, of course.

"Oh," Katie smiled. "Did Fred and George--"

"Yes, they did invite Oliver but I'm not certain if he's coming. Shush!" I smiled at her, "and what are you planning on wearing?"

"Something smashing," she smirked. Yeah.

"Lee is going to be there, Katie. You can't be flirting with Oliver. He'll be devastated," I said, walking over to my kitchen and sitting at the counter facing them.

She rolled her eyes. I could slap her, "I'll be subtle, then."

"Whore," Alicia said. I agree. And so we laughed.

"I am not! Honestly, stop. I feel dreadful about the situation enough already," she whined.

Alicia and I looked at each other.

"Whatever, you two! Whatever happens happens."

Another look shared. She's mad, Katie is.

On with the celebration, I suppose.

"Ang! Ang! Ang, Angelina! Come on!" Fred, George, and Lee urged the three of us to hurry up and get ready so they could go to the party. They were gathered in my living room while Katie, Alicia, and myself were getting more ready in my room.

I had honestly not dressed up or anything. Somewhere along the lines of what I wore on my date with Garrett that one time—way back then. Yeah, chic casual, I guess. Anyway, I was still hot, duh.

Katie was overly dressed and overly made up. I think she was trying to impress Oliver. Alicia, well, Alicia looked normal—somewhere along the lines of my clothing style. However, she wore heels, making it look dressier. I asked why she wore heels and she smiled brightly at me. I was guessing it was for George and his pleasure. Eh.

"There's only twenty-four hours in a day, Love!" Fred shouted from the other room.

"Oh, shut up!" I said as I was the first out of the room.

The boys all looked at each other and wolf whistled like at the Yule Ball. However, they were looking in other inappropriate places than they did that night.

The three of us sighed and rolled our eyes. Boys.

"May we escort you ladies?" George asked, holding out his hand for Alicia. So cute. The other boys attempted to follow suit but Alicia pushed Katie and myself out of the way so she could curtsey—who does that—and take George's hand.

Katie and I looked at each other, disgusted, and then proceeded to take Fred and Lee's hands—how normal people do. Yeah, so Lee was Katie's date but she was going to see Oliver. Messed up, right? What has happened to today's youth?

Anyway, we soon arrived to an extravagant manor near the countryside and were in awe until the Weird Sister's struck our ears. Then we were in party mode.

"Ang, we're—uh, I'll see you, we'll see you closer to midnight," Fred screamed in my ear, though I could barely hear him.

So, Fred, George, and Lee headed toward the center of the crowds to show off their new fireworks and stuff, promoting their shop, you know the deal.

Alicia, Katie, and myself shared looks and just shrugged. We can fully enjoy ourselves without them. Of course. Katie looked around more than the rest of us. I suppose she was searching for Oliver.

"Let's get something to drink!" Alicia shouted.

"No, I don't want to get pissed," I said. I didn't. Honest.

"Oh, it's NEW YEARS!" Alicia said. "Loosen up, Angelina."

I rolled my eyes and allowed her to drag me into the kitchen for something to drink. I still wasn't going to get pissed.

"There's Oliver!" Katie smiled. Hopefully he'll recognize her with her painted face. Ha.

I actually needed to talk to him so I walked over with Katie. "H--" she began.

"Angelina! Hello, good evening. Miss Bell," he titled his head. Katie smiled. "Angelina," I guess he was just addressing me because he actually knew me. Maybe. "I want you to meet someone." I took a quick glance at Katie and she looked thoroughly distraught. "This is Michael." My first thought was ''DAMN! Oliver is gay.' And then my second was—'oh shit, that is Garrett's brother!' Twin brother. Ditching my thought process, I spewed my drink over him.

"Oh, I am so sorry!" I held my mouth and wiped it off of him.

"Do you two know each other?" Oliver asked, helping to siphon the wetness off of Michael.

"We've met," we said in unison.

"Ditched my brother, you did. He was rather upset about it," Michael said.

"Sorry," was all I could really think of to say.

"Well, Angelina, you see—Michael is--"

"Hey, Ang, are you thirsty? George and I--" Fred came over and realized he had walked in the middle of something. He smiled at Oliver and just looked at Michael. He must've thought it was Garrett or something because he looked like he was going to kill me. I shook my head slightly.

"Are you the boy she ditched my brother for?" Michael, stupid, stupid boy.

"Actually, boy, I am the man that she courted before and after your brother made his very small appearance," he smiled.

I coughed, "Fred, honestly--"

"Um," Oliver looked rather uncomfortable. "Well--"

"Yeah, still desperately trying to win her back—and still hooking up with her while she was taken. Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Fred smiled, "Couldn't resist, I suppose," he stroked his chin.

"Yeah, you couldn't," Michael said.

"No, dear boy—she couldn't," Fred smiled brightly.

"Fred!" I yanked him away and pushed him into the nearest room I could find. Unfortunately, it was the bathroom. It'll work, I'm not choosing. I had just realized how much shit I had been involved in this year. Damn, Ang, get it together.

"Oh, Ang, I like it when you get mad," Fred laughed.

"Stop it! You're embarrassing!"

"Only the truth, Love," he puckered his lips at me just once.

"Fred--" I was starting to nag him and scream and pout, but he had pushed me into the door, causing a rather loud sound. "Fred--"

He had me, of course—I mean, pinned there. I couldn't moved if I tried. He put his hand to my neck and tilted my head to the side. "If you think," he began to whisper into my ear, "it's pleasant for me to remember you were with another bloke—one the likes of him—and have that sod tell me about my dear Ang getting legged over by another bloke--" he laughed a moment and it brought his face further away from mine. He blew in my ear.

I turned my head completely away from him, "Fred, come on," I attempted to push him off of me or something, but no. I failed.

He was smiling all the while. He looked at me a few times and then his hand passed the bottom of my dress—much like that night of the Yule Ball—and went underneath.

"Fred!" I managed to pull my hands out and attempted to bat away his hands from under my dress. "Fred, no."

Fred laughed, "Shut up," he said. Yes sir. No, no. While I was still struggling to remove his hands he had kissed me and was continuing to kiss me while I was—still trying to remove his hands. He stopped kissing me and smiled, his hand had reached thebrim of my knickers. This would be when he intertwined his fingers in the string of them—on the side. I gave him a death glare and he was still smiling.

"Fred, seriously, stop."

"Keep at it, Angelina, it only makes me want you more," he smiled and kissed my collarbone. Good Merlin.

I continued trying to pull his hands down and I heard the tearing of material. Damn it. I liked these knickers. Fred smiled at me. "Not any good now, are they?"

I started reaching for my wand to repair the thread. "Looking for this, are you?" Fred pulled it from behind him.

"Fred."

"Do you still think about him?"

I attempted at get away from him and get my wand, his fingers were still gripping at my knickers as well. Fred played with my wand in his free other hand. He still had me firmly pressed to the wall.

"Do you?" He asked, listening intently.

"Yes," I replied shortly.

"Tell me," Fred began to whisper. He moved his lips across my ear again, "how was it, dear Angelina?" he whispered in the most seductive way I could've imagined.

I said nothing and kept my face away from his. Intense. Fred was enjoying this more than I can describe.

He smiled, "Could he make you scream?"

I choked and Fred laughed. He licked his lips. He drives me mad. "Could he, Angelina?"

I look at him and smiled, "Yes."

I felt another tear from my right side. "And did you enjoy it?"

"I would've liked to finish, yes."

Fred smiled. How he loves games. Except Scrabble. "And who do you prefer?"

I smiled, "I hardly--"

Yeah, did I mention I don't have anymore knickers on? Damn that Fred Weasley.

"Go ahead, tell me."

"Uh--"

So basically, when the clock struck twelve I was in that bathroom and I wasn't screaming 'Happy New Year', I'll tell you that. Haha.

YEAH: Read and Review. Sorry my comp is gay. Thanks guys for everything.