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Fred moved swiftly through the hole but stopped dead at what he saw on the couch. Christopher and Angelina were in the empty common room sharing a passionate kiss. They had obviously not heard Fred come in because when Fred spoke, Angelina jumped.

"Angelina! What's going on?" he asked stunned, his voice very loud.

"FRED!" she yelled. Christopher quickly backed off Angelina, and moved a corner of the room.

"Fred, it's not what you think!" she said hurriedly.

"Oh yeah? Then what is it?"

"Christopher kissed me!"

"Oh, and you backed away?" he continued to yell.

"Fred! I don't like Christopher that way. I like yo-," Fred didn't stay to hear the rest of her plea. He turned straight around and went back through the portrait hole.

As he reached the hall, he saw George coming to the tower.

"Fred!" he called, relieved to share his problems with someone. "Snape made me clean this really funky caldron that had a brown, runny po-," he saw the look that Fred gave him, a look of pain and anger, and stopped dead. "What's the matter?" he said more gently.

"I walked in on Angelina and Christopher kissing in the common room," he said as he looked at the floor.

"What?! How could she?" George looked really mad now too.

"I don't know but he'd been flirting with her for sometime now."

"Oh, Fred," he said sympathetically. "I'm so sorry."

"Thanks George," Fred said softly.