Hehe, second update of the day. So far. O.o
This is absolutely my favorite song right now, so I jumped at the chance to use it. I think it turned out quite nicely, but I'll leave that for you to judge. :D
Song: "About A Girl" - The Academy Is...
About A Girl.
He stared at her for a long time. Since when had she seemed so perfect? Her long, chocolate legs, her silky black hair, her huge brown eyes. She was his best friend. Since when did he have the right to feel this way?
She saw him and waved him over. His heart thumped loudly in his chest. This was not his heart. Fred Weasley's heart did not thump; it pattered slightly. How could she be doing this to him?
"Fred!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him. He towered over her, still, after all these years. She hadn't grown a bit, really. He wrapped his arms around her as well, giving her a light squeeze. He let her scent rush into his nostrils. She smelled of rose petals and vanilla. But there was something else, something he couldn't quite place. Wait—since when did he care about her scent? Such an infinitesimal detail had never mattered to him before, but now.... Well, now, everything was different.
Reluctantly, he let her go. She grabbed his hand. He felt a pleasant shiver run up his spine.
"Let's go!" she whined.
"Go where?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. Was that other scent he smelled, was it, maybe... love? He mentally slapped himself. That was stupid. You couldn't smell love. Besides, he was not in love. That was one thing that he was sure of. Wasn't he?
"To Quidditch practice of course!" she giggled, dragging him along.
He let her drag him; he liked the feel of her small, soft hand in his. Even if he wasn't in love, one thing was certain: Angelina Johnson had his heart.
Kind of cheesy, but not as cheesy as it could have been!
Sorry, but when I'm in a freakishly good mood, I write some of the cheesiest crap you'll ever read.
XD
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