Disclaimer: disclaimers annoy me. Who would waste their time suing a 16- year-old anyway? I promise to return the characters to JK in perfect condition.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! By the way Silver Arrow, I did read your story! I reviewed under the name Alicia. Your story was actually the inspiration for this one.

I'd just like to thanks my friends Sandy, Kaye and Erica for putting up with me always talking Harry Potter and dragging them to see the movie. Mostly I'd like to thank my best friend Meenal; she seems to think I have a lot of talent. (Imagine that!)

So without further ado…onto the next chapter we go! Just for the record ShellyK was the only one who guessed the identity of the mystery guy!

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Chapter 4

As soon as George and Harry left, Hermione performed the counter-curse on Fred. He stood up slowly looking slightly confused.

"Are you ok?" Angelina asked. She felt rather worried. Angelina knew it was her fault she had over-reacted.

Fred glared at her irately then turned and stormed out.

"He didn't seem to happy," Alicia said quietly as she sat on her bed.

"Poor thing. He'll probably never talk to me again."

"Don't worry, he'll get over it," Hermione tucked her wand back under her robes and sat on Alicia's bed.

"Maybe. But enough about Fred, tell us about this mystery guy George caught you with," Angelina jumped off her bed and joined the other two.

Alicia considered this for a minute. She might as well tell them. The relationship was over and it wasn't like he would find out.

"Well it all started in my fifth year, just after the first Quidditch match of the season. It wasn't really intentional, I honestly never thought of him as more than a friend."

"Who is it?" Hermione felt tingly all over. She didn't really have any female friends she could share secrets with. If she told Lavender and Parvati any of her secrets the whole school would end up knowing in a matter of hours.

"Ok, but nothing I'm about to tell you can leave this room. Ok, I became…involved…with a certain Quidditch captain."

"Oliver Wood!" Hermione shrieked.

"Yes. But please keep it down," Alicia said hastily.

Angelina was nearly speechless, "but…how…when?"

"It was his last chance to win the cup and he was stressing. Then when we played Hufflepuff first and lost he took it hard."

"Was that the game where Harry fell off his broom because of the Dementors?"

"Yeah, that's the one. After the game I went with the rest of the team to see Harry. Once I was sure he was ok I went back to the Quidditch pitch to check on Oliver. I found him sitting in the middle of the pitch in that horrendous storm. I managed to persuade him to come into the change rooms with me. He was freezing and I was worried about him getting Hypothermia or something so I told him to take a shower. Typical stubborn Oliver just told me that he'd already had one and didn't want another. I shoved him - fully clothed - under a hot shower and made him stand there for five minutes. We were both standing there dripping wet and it just happened."

"What happened?" Hermione, who was hanging on her every word, demanded.

"He kissed me."

Angelina gasped, "he kissed you!"

"What was it like?" Hermione giggled. This was getting juicy.

"Like a normal kiss I s'pose."

"Well, I've never kissed a boy," Hermione admitted.

"Never? What about Harry and Ron?"

"Well I kissed Harry on the cheek once…"

"Everybody's kissed Mr. Potter on the cheek at sometime. I'm talking something a little more substantial."

"I nearly kissed Viktor at the last Yule Ball but something stopped me," Hermione confided.

"This something wouldn't be named Ronald Weasley would it?" Angelina smiled at the guilty look on Hermione's scarlet face.

"I don't know why but the thought of hurting Ron stopped me."

"Can I come in?" A small voice squeaked from the doorway.

"Sure Ginny," Alicia smiled kindly.

She entered timidly and stood beside Alicia's bed. All of the girls were older than her and she felt quite out of place. She desperately needed to talk to someone though, it was a serious matter and Ginny couldn't trust her fourth year friends to be mature.

"What's wrong?"

Ginny couldn't hold it in any longer and she burst into tears.

"Ginny!" Hermione jumped to her friend's side. The two had become close over the years.

"What happened?"

"Fred…George," she sobbed.

"I should have known. What have they done this time?" Alicia sighed. She silently hoped George hadn't done anything too bad, she somehow felt responsible for his behaviour.

"Take a deep breath and tell us all about it," Angelina said gently.

A minute later Ginny's sobs had subsided.

"Harry came downstairs with George and I watched as George went to sit with Fred and left Harry by himself. I went to sit by him but he said he was going up to his room."

"I'm sure he was just tired," Hermione said as Ginny's eyes began to fill with tears again.

"Maybe," she shrugged and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Then Fred and George came over and they told me to stop pestering Harry because he obviously didn't want anything to do with me. According to them he only likes older and much prettier girls. Then they told me not to bother asking him to the Ball and the whole common room heard it!"

"Oh, Ginny," Hermione put her arm around the wailing girl's shoulders comfortingly.

"Those boys don't know when to stop," Alicia shook her head.

"I'm going to give them a piece of my mind," Angelina said fiercely.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Fred is still angry at you."

"So?"

"He and George just learnt a new hex that'll turn your hair green for weeks," Alicia informed her.

Angelina flinched at the idea of her silky brown locks suddenly turning green, "ok, I won't go but I still think they deserve to be yelled at."

"I'll do it," Alicia stood up and added as an afterthought, "I'm not as good at yelling as you, Angelina, but I'll do my best."

She left Hermione and Angelina to comfort Ginny and headed downstairs.

The common room was starting to empty as tired Gryffindors made their way to bed. Alicia spotted Fred and George sitting on a red velvet sofa by the fire. George was reading from a roll of parchment and Fred still appeared livid as he rubbed the back of his head.

Alicia approached them silently. She didn't even know what she was going to say. She wasn't forceful like Angelina but her years of Quidditch had taught her not to be intimidated. Of course she also possessed the Gryffindor bravery as well.

"Alicia!" George looked up in surprise. He fumbled with the parchment and shoved it hastily into his pocket.

"Did Angelina ask you to put a curse on me?" Fred glared up at her bitterly.

"No. She's really sorry."

"Sorry? The girl's crazy! She should be locked up!"

"You did burst into her room," Alicia pointed out.

"You know what, Spinnet?" Fred rose and got right in her face menacingly.

"What?" She remained undaunted.

"You're just like Angelina, a crazy bi-"

George who had jumped between the two interrupted Fred, "Hey watch what you say Fred!"

"What's wrong? Don't like me dissing your girl?"

"I am not his girl!" Alicia called indignantly after Fred as he headed for his room, presumably to make little Angelina and Alicia voodoo dolls.

"Don't worry about him. It was nothing personal, he just hates all members of the opposite sex at the moment."

"It's ok. I've known Fred long enough to know not to take anything he says in the heat of the moment to heart."

"He just tends not to think before he opens his big fat mouth."

"Seriously, it's fine."

Alicia had known the Weasley's most of her life. Her older sister, Erica, had been in the same year as Charlie Weasley. The two had been inseparable. Evidently their respective families had become rather close. Alicia was a half-blood, her mother was a witch and her father was a muggle. She had grown up with the twins but as she got older she found herself drawn towards George more than Fred. She had no real explanation as to why but she preferred George's company, Fred was just too impulsive and pig-headed for her liking.

"So did Angelina and Hermione ask lots of questions about…well you know?" George returned to the sofa.

"I told them," she said as she joined him.

"But I thought it was still supposed to be a secret."

"Well it's not like Oliver's going to find out."

George still hadn't been able to banish the memory of discovering them together in that compromising position. In his dreams he often wished he were Wood. He'd managed to suppress his feelings for Alicia for years now. Charlie and Erica continued to play on his mind, the pair had grown apart after they left Hogwarts. George knew that this being their last year meant that he was running out of time to make her see him as more than a friend. The last Yule Ball had been a perfect opportunity but he left it too late and Alicia went home for Christmas. This time it would be different.

"So, 'Leesh, who are you asking to the Ball?" He asked.

"You know I hate being called 'Leesh. It makes me sound like something you walk a dog with."

"Right, sorry."

"Don't tell anyone but I'm going to ask Roger Davies."

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A/N: There was chapter 4. I didn't realise it was so long! Hehe. I get called 'Leesh too 'cept I don't really mind it! ( I'll try to get the next chap done quickly but I've just started school again and this is my last year so it may be slightly delayed.