Disclaimer: I hope that this won't confuse you all but I'm changing the
title of this story. What I had originally in mind just doesn't work
anymore so it will now be under the title: Fred, Angelina, and Love
Potions. Sorry about doing that but what I had just won't work. Thanks so
much!!!
These thoughts of Angelina were constantly on Fred's mind. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Everything she did made him get butterflies in his stomach. This time, it was George who noticed Fred's strange behavior.
"Fred, is everything ok?" George asked one day in the common room.
"Yes, George," Fred said dreamily as he took a seat by the fireplace. "Everything is just peachy."
'Peachy,' George mouthed to Oliver, both of them looking very confused.
"Fred, you're starting to scare me," said Oliver, looking at a dazed Fred.
"Now why would you say that, Oliver?"
"Because you're acting as if you just saw a veela."
"No, but I did just see Angelina," he said as they all looked over at the staircase where Angelina was descending.
"Fred!" said George. "I thought you were mad at Angelina. Now you're practically drooling over her," Fred's mouth hung open and just visible was a drop of spit. "Scratch that, you are drooling." The spit drip dropped.
"Ewww!" moaned George and Oliver.
"Fred! Why are you suddenly into Angelina? I mean, two days ago you were saying how she cheated on you and now your acting like you forgive her. Do you?" asked George.
"Well, it all started yesterday. As I was leaving the Great Hall from breakfast, I had this thought of Angelina and me dancing at the dance. Then it went away. But then, during Defense Against the Dark Arts I had another thought. It was of Angelina and me kissing in the common room." Fred was now looking at George and Oliver who were deep in thought.
"Sounds to me like you're under a love potion," said a voice from behind. Hermione was coming to warm herself up by the fireplace and heard Fred's part of the conversation.
"Now how would I take a love potion without me knowing?" Fred asked.
"Well, just think about it. Someone could've put it in something without you knowing. Like a dr-,"
"Like a drink!" exclaimed George.
"Exactly," said Hermione, a little irritated from being interrupted. "And if your thoughts are of Angelina, clearly it was her who made and gave you the potion."
"And she could've done that at breakfast or one of the meals," said Oliver.
"Right!" Hermione gave each of them a smile and went back to her work away from the fireplace.
"So Fred, that must mean that she still likes you. I mean, why would she make you a love potion if she didn't? I think that you should talk to her 'cause maybe she was telling the truth about the kiss." George looked at Fred hopefully. He hated seeing them fighting. They both were his friends but because Fred was his brother, he didn't really side with Angelina.
"You know what, you're right!" Fred stood up and put his book behind him. He walked over to where Angelina was sitting, with Katie and Alicia.
"Umm. Angelina. Could I talk to you?" Katie and Alicia started to giggle as they moved to go talk with Lee.
"Of course Fred," Angelina said looking at the floor.
Fred took a seat. "I know that you gave me a love potion."
Angelina looked up from the floor and at Fred. Her mouth was wide open. "How did you find out? Oh, Fred! I'm so sorry." She flung her arms around his neck.
"Angelina! I'm not finished." She pulled away and gazed at him. "I want to hear the truth of what happened the night when you and Christopher kissed. Until I hear what happened, I won't be able to believe you."
She took a little while to answer. "Well, I was sitting in the common room very late, after everyone had gone to bed, finishing up this Transfiguration assignment when Christopher came down from his dormitory. He said that he couldn't sleep. So, he took out his Transfiguration assignment and we began working on it together because it was quite hard. We worked for about thirty minutes until it was finished. Then Christopher looked at me and said, 'Thank you so much for helping me with this homework. You're so smart! I couldn't have done it without you.' Then he leaned over and kissed me. You walked in just then." She stared at the floor.
"Angelina, I believe you." Fred said sincerely after thinking about what she said. It was true. Suddenly, without help from the love potion that was still circulating through his blood, he felt trust between him and Angelina once more.
"Oh Fred!" she exclaimed and wrapped herself up in him. This time, he let her and they stayed that way for minutes. Then, just as they had done during that first quidditch game of the season, they kissed. Again it was just instinct.
"Angelina?" Fred said as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Yes?"
"Will you go to the dance with me?" He looked with anticipation into her eyes.
She smiled. "I'd love to."
These thoughts of Angelina were constantly on Fred's mind. He couldn't stop thinking about her. Everything she did made him get butterflies in his stomach. This time, it was George who noticed Fred's strange behavior.
"Fred, is everything ok?" George asked one day in the common room.
"Yes, George," Fred said dreamily as he took a seat by the fireplace. "Everything is just peachy."
'Peachy,' George mouthed to Oliver, both of them looking very confused.
"Fred, you're starting to scare me," said Oliver, looking at a dazed Fred.
"Now why would you say that, Oliver?"
"Because you're acting as if you just saw a veela."
"No, but I did just see Angelina," he said as they all looked over at the staircase where Angelina was descending.
"Fred!" said George. "I thought you were mad at Angelina. Now you're practically drooling over her," Fred's mouth hung open and just visible was a drop of spit. "Scratch that, you are drooling." The spit drip dropped.
"Ewww!" moaned George and Oliver.
"Fred! Why are you suddenly into Angelina? I mean, two days ago you were saying how she cheated on you and now your acting like you forgive her. Do you?" asked George.
"Well, it all started yesterday. As I was leaving the Great Hall from breakfast, I had this thought of Angelina and me dancing at the dance. Then it went away. But then, during Defense Against the Dark Arts I had another thought. It was of Angelina and me kissing in the common room." Fred was now looking at George and Oliver who were deep in thought.
"Sounds to me like you're under a love potion," said a voice from behind. Hermione was coming to warm herself up by the fireplace and heard Fred's part of the conversation.
"Now how would I take a love potion without me knowing?" Fred asked.
"Well, just think about it. Someone could've put it in something without you knowing. Like a dr-,"
"Like a drink!" exclaimed George.
"Exactly," said Hermione, a little irritated from being interrupted. "And if your thoughts are of Angelina, clearly it was her who made and gave you the potion."
"And she could've done that at breakfast or one of the meals," said Oliver.
"Right!" Hermione gave each of them a smile and went back to her work away from the fireplace.
"So Fred, that must mean that she still likes you. I mean, why would she make you a love potion if she didn't? I think that you should talk to her 'cause maybe she was telling the truth about the kiss." George looked at Fred hopefully. He hated seeing them fighting. They both were his friends but because Fred was his brother, he didn't really side with Angelina.
"You know what, you're right!" Fred stood up and put his book behind him. He walked over to where Angelina was sitting, with Katie and Alicia.
"Umm. Angelina. Could I talk to you?" Katie and Alicia started to giggle as they moved to go talk with Lee.
"Of course Fred," Angelina said looking at the floor.
Fred took a seat. "I know that you gave me a love potion."
Angelina looked up from the floor and at Fred. Her mouth was wide open. "How did you find out? Oh, Fred! I'm so sorry." She flung her arms around his neck.
"Angelina! I'm not finished." She pulled away and gazed at him. "I want to hear the truth of what happened the night when you and Christopher kissed. Until I hear what happened, I won't be able to believe you."
She took a little while to answer. "Well, I was sitting in the common room very late, after everyone had gone to bed, finishing up this Transfiguration assignment when Christopher came down from his dormitory. He said that he couldn't sleep. So, he took out his Transfiguration assignment and we began working on it together because it was quite hard. We worked for about thirty minutes until it was finished. Then Christopher looked at me and said, 'Thank you so much for helping me with this homework. You're so smart! I couldn't have done it without you.' Then he leaned over and kissed me. You walked in just then." She stared at the floor.
"Angelina, I believe you." Fred said sincerely after thinking about what she said. It was true. Suddenly, without help from the love potion that was still circulating through his blood, he felt trust between him and Angelina once more.
"Oh Fred!" she exclaimed and wrapped herself up in him. This time, he let her and they stayed that way for minutes. Then, just as they had done during that first quidditch game of the season, they kissed. Again it was just instinct.
"Angelina?" Fred said as he pulled away from the kiss.
"Yes?"
"Will you go to the dance with me?" He looked with anticipation into her eyes.
She smiled. "I'd love to."