Title: Fred and George or Gred and Forge?

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Chpt 2 up! more alicia/george... a lot of misunderstandings- angelina blows up on fred...

Disclaimer: plot mine, characters not..

Chapter 2- Women!

FRED's POV

Smooth, Fred, real smooth. You try to get a girl to like you by practically swearing at her. Stupid, stupid, STUPID! I glanced up at her and cringed when her face turned livid.

"This is a hallway," Angelina stated cooly after several uncomfortable moments, "In our world, we usually walk down them; I don't know about yours, though." I swallowed hard. Her penatrating stare was cold and haughty, the kind she gave to the Slytherins. It made people want to say "Yes, your highness, whatever you say, your loveliness." Instead, I croaked a "sorry" shuffling my feet. Silence again.

"So, we'll see you guys at dinner?" Lee gave a strained grin, backing towards the empty corridor. Angelina gave a curt nod and walked away. Katie followed shortly after shaking her head at me and giving me a rather annoyed look. What was that for?! I stared at their retreating backs. Katie kept giving sideways glances to Angelina whose head was held high. I turned to Lee, eyes narrowed, and he cowered before me. Note to self: Pelt Lee with a bludger. Scratch that. Use Lee as a bludger.

"You are the biggest prat I've ever met, you know that?!" I snapped.

"Well, I'm not the one swearing at her!" That shut me up. "You don't think she -er-heard everything?" Lee continued delicately.

"Are you blind? Of course she heard everything! Did you see the look on her face?" I exclaimed waving my hands about helplessly.

"Wasn't too happy, was she?" Lee tried not to grin.

"Thanks to you," I spat.

Lee sobered and shrugged. "Well, maybe she didn't hear that small part I said at the end."

"And maybe she's deaf and can't hear big loudmouths bellowing down the hall," I pointed out.

"You never know! Women! You know them, always giggling and not paying attention...."

"Lee?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

ALICIA's POV

I pulled away, smiling slightly. George, however, grinned unabashed, holding my hand tightly as we walked up the grassy slopes to the castle. I have never felt so content, grasping his warm hand in mine and feeling our shoulders brush together once in a while. As we approached the castle and saw several students who had come back from Hogsmeade early, I began to get nervous.

"Alicia," George murmured and I flinched, feeling guilty, "I-I'll understand if you wouldn't -er- want everyone to know, about, you know... us."

"Oh, George," I smiled weakly up at him. But he didn't look mad; just rather nervous also. "I don't care what everyone will say, it's just that, well, if my parents find out..." I shook my head imagining the look on my mother's face. "My parents... they.. they're rather -er-..."

"Old-fashioned?" he supplied looking rather relieved. I nodded.

"I-I hope you- you don't mind," I stuttered.

"No, of course not," he gave me a re-assuring smile. "Whenever you're ready, I'll be ready." I relaxed and smiled genuinely back at him. We climbed the stairs and went into the Entrance Hall

"There's Angelina and Katie," I said to him spotting my friends down the hall. He let go of my hand.

"I'll see you later, then?" he asked in a hopeful tone.

"Of course," I smiled, gave a little wave and walked down the hall to my friends. I could feel his eyes staring at my back so I turned my head a bit to give him one last smile. He grinned before heading down the opposite hallway.

"Hullo-" I started, but stopped immediately. Katie had a hand on Angelina's shoulder with a expression of helplessness and pity on her face. Angelina had her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall, eyes downcast and blinking fast, as if she were trying hard to keep from crying. At the sound of my voice, both looked up, though not for long. Angelina went back to staring at the checkered-pattern floor. Katie bit her lip, trying to avoid my eye.

"What happened?" I asked switching my gaze back and forth from the two of them. "What's wrong?" Katie frowned and opened her mouth, but before a word could come out, Angelina cut her off.

"Nothing," she gave a smile that did not reach her eyes, "I'm- we're- just fine," she was still smiling rather eerily. I was confused. Katie and Angelina were my best friends! We've shared many secrets together! Why this secrecy all of a sudden? And their manner disturbed me. Katie seemed on the verge of telling me what this was all about, but bit back her tounge and frowned. Angelina was smiling so hard, it looked like it hurt.

"All right, then," I replied. A moment or two past by in silence. "How was your tutoring lesson, Katie? Who taught you?"

"Davies," she said with mild interest, barely opening her mouth, "It went okay."

"That's good," I replied and turned to Angelina, "How'd it go with Fred at Hogsmeade, Angelina?"

"I don't know, you tell me," she murmured. I raised an eyebrow.

"What's that suppose-" but before I could say anything more, the Entrance Hall began to fill with students back from Hogsmeade. Angelina and Katie stalked by without looking at me and into the Great Hall. I followed them shortly, more perplexed then ever.

Dinner was worse. I sat in front of them with George at my side and Fred and Lee next to him. He seemed rather confused also. He gave me a questioning glance. I shrugged looking past him to Fred who was frowning as he picked at his food, not even eating. Once in a while he would glance up at Angelina, lick his lip once and go back staring at his food. Lee was no better. He kept giving everybody impatient sideways glances and drumming his fingers on the table. Angelina and Katie ignored me throughout the whole dinner. I bit my lip and bent over my food without a word. I wanted to shake them yelling, "What the hell is wrong with everyone? Why the bloody hell are you mad at me?"

"George, what's going on?" I whispered as we hung back when everyone began to go up to go the common room. "Angelina and Katie won't say a thing to me! I know something's wrong and somehow it has something to do with me, but they won't tell me which is ridiculous since we're ever so frank with each other no matter-" George put a finger to my lips.

"Don't worry about it," he murmured, "I'll ask Fred. Just relax. Atta girl.." He smiled tracing my lips with his finger. I looked around, but no one was in sight. I placed my hands up and around his neck, pulling him close to me, and brushed my lips against his. He made a soft noise against mouth, prying my lips open, and squeezing my shoulder blades randomly. Pleasure bubbled inside me when he grasped me even tighter or when he became more aggressive, numbing my lips. His hands found their way up to my hair, weaving in and out of the thick curl, tugging and caressing. I knew with a sort of triumphant satisfaction that he was blushing deeply because his nape felt delightfully hot underneath my fingers. A loud creak broke us apart. It was Mrs. Norris, staring sullenly at us from the foot of the stairs. Stupid cat.

"Come one, we'd better head up," I said breathlessly. George nodded and offered me his hand. I took it without hesitating and walked up past Mrs. Norris, still staring up us with bright eyes.

"Damn that cat," George muttered under his breath as we made our way to the Gryffindor Common Room. "You know, it's going to be hard to keep this a secret," he said after a few moments.

"Why?"

"Two reasons," he smiled. "One: I have a twin brother who knows me better than I know myself, a pesky little brother who manages to find out everything about this family, and a little sister who has a reputation of walking in on her older brothers snogging with their girlfriends."

"What's the second?"

"This." He gave me a quick kiss. "It's going to be hard not doing that in public," he grinned at me. I smiled back.

"George! Alicia!" We dropped our hands quickly. It was Ron, Harry and Hermione. They were in front of the portrait hole apparently just getting out. "You'd better come see this," Ron was saying. "Maybe you two can calm them down."

"What's going on?" I asked as George told the password ("intrepid"). But I didn't wait for an answer. Opening the door into the Common Room was like opening the door into hell. My jaw dropped. Angelina and Fred were bellowing at each other as the rest of the Common Room stared at them.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!" Fred was yelling at her. "JUST TELL ME WHAT'S WRONG!! MY GOD, ANGELINA, THIS IS JUST STUPID!!" Fred didn't seem to be too angry, in fact, all the anger seemed be more like helplessness.

"NOTHING! I TOLD YOU, FRED, NOTHING. IS. WRONG." Angelina yelled back. "JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She stalked past him, but he grabbed her wrist. She froze. He muttered something in her ear and she pulled back, looking as if she was about ready to slap him. Instead, she jerked her hand away and replied in a clear and deadly voice that would make even the toughest Slytherin quail, "Don't play with me, Fred Weasley." She spun around on her heel and stalked up the stairs ignoring the fact that the whole Common Room was staring at her retreating back. A loud slam of a door brought everyone's jaw up from the floor and the whispers had started up. Fred was still staring up at the stairs where Angelina had disappeared from. I couldn't read his expression clearly. It seemed to be a mix of shock, anger, and hurt. A whole lot of hurt. Before George could get to him, he swept up the stairs to the boys dormitories without a sound.

I blinked several times to register what had happened. I followed George to where Lee and Katie were standing.

"Blimey, she didn't have to be so mean," Lee was saying under his breath.

"What the bloody hell is that suppose to mean?!" Katie snapped at him. "You were there this afternoon, you saw what happened, why don't you put it together?!"

"Okay, hold up," George stepped in between them. "What is going on? What was that about?!" He jerked his thumb behind him pointing at the spot where Angelina and Fred were.

"Just ask him yourself," Katie put her head up in the air and strode to the staircase. George and I turned to Lee who was shaking his head.

"This is stupid, this is so stupid!" he was muttering. "Women!"

"Look, Lee," George said through gritted teeth. "Either you tell me, or I'll march up there and ask Fred myself!"

He shrugged. "We were talking in the hallway, I said some crackpot about Fred and Angelina and Katie and her overheard and now they're all mad."

"That doesn't make any sense," George frowned. Lee shrugged. I could almost hear him muttering "women!" again.

"It's got to be more than that," I said cooly, tired of his sexist comments. "They're mad at me, too." Lee raised an eyebrow. "Angelina likes Fred -or used to- I don't think she's mad about that!" I said logically. "And even if she didn't, she wouldn't be mad, she'd be rather unhappy."

"She told Fred not to "play" with her," George shook his head in disbelief, "D'you think... she doesn't take him seriously?"

"Maybe, but why would she be mad at me?" I stated again.

"Maybe you're imagining it," Lee suggested.

"I AM NOT IMAGINING IT!" I snapped. "Do you think I'm blind? Are you blind?! Did you see those looks they were giving me during dinner?" I bit my lip, knowing I had said too much. But those silent messages they sent were killing me inside. It hurt, it really hurt.

"I'm going to bed," I muttered. "G'night," I gave a weak smile before heading upstairs, feeling rather exhausted. I opened the door to our dormitory cautiously. Katie was up, quill in her hand and a frown on her face. She gave no recognition of my entrance. I glanced at Angelina's bed. The curtains were drawn close, but I could tell she was still awake. I grabbed my clothes and headed to the bathroom. After I changed out of my robes, I climbed into bed just as Katie blew out the candle. I stared at the ceiling of my four-poster, not feeling at all sleepy. It was silent; not even the crickets made noises outside the open window. I heard deep breathing coming from Katie's end of the room, but Angelina must still be awake. I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my curtains back and got out of bed.

"Angelina, whatever I did, I'm really sorry-" I stopped after pulling the curtains back from her bed. The blankets looked crinkled as if she lay down for a minute then jumped back up. But it was empty. And she was gone.

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waddya think? and for all you fred/angelina shippers out there, the next chapter's defintely 4 u!! : ) R+R please... NO FLAMERS

PS- how many of u saw the new movie? waddya think of it? saw it yesterday and wanted to know how what other fans thought about it... dude, the scenes from the quidditch game against slytherin rock!!!!; )