Disclaimer: You should know the drill by now. JK owns everything but for the purpose of this story I had to create a few characters here and there.
A/N: You still reading this? Great. Again, thanks for all the encouragement. By the way, Me, not all people named Alicia are weird. However I have it under good authority that all people named KAYE are freaks. Ok here's the next chapter.
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Chapter 5
George's heart sank at this unanticipated news. Alicia had never so much as mentioned Davies to him.
"You seriously want to go with Roger Davies?" he asked in amazement.
"Yeah," she answered cautiously, "don't you like him?"
"Of course I don't like him."
"Why not? What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing, if you ignore the fact that he's a stupid prat."
"He's not a stupid prat!" Alicia insisted. She felt rather offended. She didn't need George's approval but his support would be nice.
"But he's Head Boy."
"I'm aware of that, George."
"The Head Boy and Girl have to open the Ball with their partners."
"George! I know that too. I was sitting right next to you when McGonagall told us during Transfiguration."
George sighed, he was running out of excuses. He came to the conclusion that he'd just end up spending the Ball alone in Gryffindor Tower like he did during the last one.
"He's from Ravenclaw," he tried desperately to dissuade her.
"I. Know. That. What's up with you, George?"
"Nothing at all. We better get some sleep, we have training in the morning," George quickly changed the subject.
"Yeah. Are you sure you're all right?" Alicia paused at the bottom of the stairs to the girl's dorm. A look of concern was etched on her face.
"I'm fine. See you in the morning."
"G'night Georgie."
They went their separate ways. Alicia headed for a peaceful night full of visions of a certain Ravenclaw while George headed for a restless night full of visions of a certain curly haired girl.
The next morning...
"George, time to get up. Come on," Alicia shook George roughly.
"What? Alicia? What are you doing in here?" He mumbled hoarsely. At first he thought he was still dreaming. His eyes slowly focused on the fresh-faced beauty leaning over him. He was vaguely aware of the auburn curls tickling his bare chest. (AN: Ok I know he wouldn't really be wearing boxers in winter but fleecy PJs just don't do it for me!)
"Angelina wanted me to wake you."
"Training, I completely forgot," George sat up. "When are we supposed to start?"
"Ten minutes ago," she answered and turned to the next bed and prodded the snoring lump that was Fred.
He mumbled incoherently then continued to snore.
"Is Angelina mad?" George asked as he rifled through his drawers in search of his training robes.
"Depends which kind of mad you mean? She doesn't seem that angry but I'm pretty sure she's insane."
"Where the hell are my robes?"
"Wakey, wakey, Fred," Alicia shook him.
He rolled over, eyes half open. As soon as he saw Alicia he swore loudly.
"Shut up, you'll wake Lee," she hissed.
"What's going on?" A voice muttered from a nearby bed.
"Alicia's in our room!" Fred looked utterly scandalised.
"Mmm? Tell her I said hi."
"Am I the only one who finds this inappropriate?" Fred demanded. He was sitting up now with his blanket clutched up around his chin.
"Yes," George answered shortly. "Aha! Found them."
"There's a girl in our room and you're walking around in your boxers!"
"There's a girl in our room?" George looked around in mock surprise.
"What's wrong, Fred? You sleep naked or something?" Alicia sat herself cross-legged on George's bed. She was slightly amused by his reaction. Obviously he thought it was acceptable to barge into the girl's room but when it was the other way round he didn't like it.
"I'm wearing boxer shorts. Not that it's any of your business!"
"Ok, keep your shorts on Sleeping Beauty. I'm not here to see you in your underwear, just to inform you that Ms. Johnson has requested your presence on the Quidditch pitch. The underwear part is just a perk."
Fred gave her a very unimpressed look, "you avert your eyes so I can go to the bathroom."
Alicia decided to humour him so she obediently covered her eyes. Fred jumped from his bed and ran to the refuge of the adjoining bathroom. She heard the door close but she thought it was best to keep her back turned while George changed.
"So why did Angelina send you and not Ron or Harry?" George asked curiously.
"Everyone else is down on the pitch, I had to come back to get my gloves and she wanted me to knock on your door. I knocked several times then I came in. I'm sorry but I thought it was best to wake you up before Angelina came to get you herself."
"Hey, I've got no problem with you coming in here," he grinned at her back and pulled on a shirt. I actually like you being in here, he added silently.
"You might not have a problem but Fred obviously does."
"Remember the time Angelina snuck in and took pictures of him sleeping with your teddy bear?"
Alicia nodded knowingly, "my poor teddy hasn't been the same since. Anyway I'll go get my gloves and meet you downstairs."
George didn't want her to go but he voiced his assent anyway.
"Bye, Lee," she whispered as she headed for the door.
He mumbled something that sounded oddly like, "would you like a crumpet, Katie?"
"Smitten," Alicia giggled and left.
"She gone?" Fred called from the safety of the bathroom.
"Yes she has you tactless git."
"I'm not a tactless git!" He emerged, still looking disturbed.
"She came to wake us up, not see you half naked," George said as he buttoned up his robes.
"Have you forgotten the incident involving her stupid teddy bear, that Creevey kids camera and a PMS induced Angelina?"
"Of course I remember. You know Alicia though, her intentions were pure."
"I used to know her, now she pretty much ignores me. All she cares about is her Georgie," Fred hastily put on the first pair of pants and shirt he pulled from his wardrobe.
"I am-"
"Not her Georgie," Fred finished. "I know, I know."
"Hurry up," George pulled their clubs out from under his bed.
"I'm hurrying," he pulled on some training robes and quickly buttoned them
Fred grabbed a club and the two bustled downstairs. Alicia met them with an appraising look. George self-consciously patted his unruly, flaming red hair. Fred didn't like the funny look he was getting from her.
"Fred, you missed a button," Alicia smiled. Fred look down, his robes did look strangely lopsided.
"Thanks," he said and corrected the indiscretion.
"You're welcome."
George went and opened the portrait, he was about to climb through it when Fred pulled him back.
"Ladies first," he said to Alicia. She grinned inwardly at his new found chivalry and stepped through. She was sure it was only his way of saying sorry.
George looked at him like he had an extra head or something.
"Now who's the tactless git?" Fred pushed his brother out of the way and followed Alicia.
The trio left the castle and raced each other to the pitch. Alicia won, but only because George tripped Fred.
"Good morning," Fred cheerfully greeted the team. He was in a much better mood now.
"What's so good about it?" Ron asked grumpily. He was still adjusting to the early starts but from what Harry told him this time was decidedly late compared to the crack of dawn training sessions with Wood.
"Little brother, I believe the question is what isn't good about it? The sun is shining, the birds are singing and we're in the company of three beautiful girls," Fred flashed a smile Angelina's way.
"What birds? I don't hear any birds," Harry whispered to Ron.
"The birds in his head," Ron yawned.
George rolled his eyes at his brother's speech and Alicia smirked. Angelina was positively relieved, at least Fred didn't hate her. She didn't even lecture him on his tardiness.
The team had a really good session all up. They all felt confident about their upcoming game against Ravenclaw. After they were dismissed everyone went their separate ways. Katie skipped off to find Lee and Harry and Ron went to meet Hermione, who had promised to save them some breakfast. George and Alicia decided to go for a walk around the lake while Fred stayed behind to help Angelina restrain the Bludgers.
"They're actually easy to handle once you get used to them," Fred said of the black balls that were still whizzing around threateningly.
"I'll stick to the Quaffle thanks," Angelina ducked as a Bludger came pelting towards her. Fred stood his ground and caught it heavily in the pit of his stomach.
Angelina acted impressed even though she had seen him do this hundreds of times. She was making an attempt to be extra nice. He wrestled it back into the crate.
"Look out!" Angelina pointed behind Fred.
He turned just in time and the Bludger hit him in the chest this time. He struggled for a while but managed to strap it back into its place.
"Are you ok?" Angelina asked him.
"I'm fine," he lied. The last Bludger had bruised his ribs and he didn't want to admit it to her. After all he didn't want to lose his reputation as a champion Bludger handler.
Angelina picked up the team brooms and Fred carried the crate. First they stopped at the broomshed. Angelina slipped the key into the lock and turned it, then with some difficulty she pushed the heavy door open.
"Put the crate against the door to keep it open and help me put the brooms away," Angelina instructed.
Fred resisted the urge to ask her for the magical word and instead he did as she said without complaint.
"Here, hold these while I open the Gryffindor locker," Angelina dumped the broomsticks in Fred arms and disappeared behind the door. She said the password (lion hearted) and the locker sprang open immediately.
Meanwhile...
Ginny and two of her fourth year friends were walking around the grounds.
"Hey, Gin, isn't that your brother?" Sandy pointed.
"Yeah, it's either Fred or George, I can't tell," Ginny peered into the broomshed. The familiar red head was standing in the doorway with his back to the girls.
"Oh, I hope its Fred! He's so cute!" Kaye squealed excitedly.
"Nuh-uh. George is way cuter!" Sandy said.
"They're identical," Ginny rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Well George is nicer. He talked to me once," Sandy said smugly.
"He only asked you where I was and besides he called you Mandy," Ginny replied rather snappishly.
"I remember in my first year when I was late for Potions Fred gave me directions," Kaye said softly. A dreamy look came over his face.
"Didn't you end up in the Astronomy Tower?" Ginny asked.
This broke Kaye from her reverie, "yeah but I'm sure it was a mistake."
"Yeah, the Astronomy Tower and the Dungeons, I can see how he got the two mixed up," Ginny said sarcastically.
Sandy and Kaye got far away looks in their eyes as they recalled their encounters with the Weasley twins. Ginny sighed heavily, she was sick of George and Fred and their stupid pranks. When Alicia returned to her dorm she had admitted that she hadn't so much as lectured the boys. Ginny hadn't really expected her to get angry at them because she liked them too much. Sometimes Ginny wished Percy was still at Hogwarts, he would have reprimanded them. If only Ginny were clever enough to pull her own prank. She glared at her brother's back. Her eyes drifted slowly to the keys that still hung in the lock then to the crate that was propping the door open. Her brown eyes widened as she got a brainwave.
"Hey, want to help me play a prank on my brother?"
"Sure!" The girls replied quickly. Any chance to get close to their desired twin.
Ginny told her friends what she had in mind and their eyes gleamed excitedly. Ginny couldn't help but get excited too, as the adrenaline pumped through her body.
The three girls crept stealthily toward the broomshed, they crouched beside the door and peered inside. The unknown twin had now moved behind the door and there was a loud clatter from inside as he put the brooms away.
Ginny nodded and she moved into position. Sandy and Kaye each grabbed one end of the crate and heaved it silently out onto the grass. Ginny made sure she stood in place of the crate to hold the door open. Sandy and Kaye nodded and Ginny slammed the door shut. She twisted the key then yanked it out of the lock.
"We did it!" The girls squealed and giggled furiously.
"Who's out there? Open this door right NOW!" a deep, slightly muffled, voice bellowed form inside.
Ginny looked at her friends and pressed her finger to her lips, they fell silent, "its Ginny! I'm locking you in until I'm satisfied you've learnt your lesson!"
"But Ginny-!"
She interrupted him, "don't worry, I'll take the key back to Angelina and the balls to Madam Hooch! You just stay in there and think about what you've done!"
"That was good, Ginny," Sandy looked impressed with Ginny's little speech.
"Well that's what my mum always says when she sends them to their room," Ginny explained as they dragged the crate away between the three of them.
They dissolved into giggles again and drowned out all the yelling from inside the shed.
"Get back here RIGHT NOW, Ginny Weasley!" Fred shouted himself hoarse while kicking the door.
"They're gone, Fred, its no use, now stop that before you break a toe," Angelina said calmly. Much too calmly for Fred's liking.
"At least I'm trying something!" He pulled his wand out and pointed it at the lock, "ALOHOMORA!"
Much to Fred's dismay and Angelina's amusement, nothing happened.
"You can't open the door with magic. Only the key will work."
"What? Why the hell would they make the door magic proof?" Fred demanded angrily.
"The same reason they put passwords on the lockers, so the brooms can't be tampered with."
"That's stupid!" Fred went back to kicking the door. He knew it made sense but at the moment it seemed stupid.
Angelina's patience with him was already wearing thin, "of all the people I had to get locked in the broomshed with! Not Alicia or Katie or even George or Lee. No, I get stuck with Fred-bloody-Weasley!"
"Hey, princess, I'm not happy about it either but at least I'm trying to get us out!"
"You're my hero," Angelina said bitterly.
"I noticed you're not helping."
"Why should I? This is all your fault."
"How is it?"
"If you had been nicer to your little sister she wouldn't have locked us in here in the first place!"
They stared, both looking ready to kill each other. Then slowly their faces softened until they were both laughing.
"What's with us? I've never known two people to fight so much," Fred said as he unbuttoned his robes. All his door kicking had left him feeling warm and uncomfortable. To make matters worse the shed had no windows to speak of.
"What are you doing? I think it'd be better if we kept our robes on."
"What's wrong Angie? Afraid you won't be able to resist me?"
"Yeah, that's right, I won't be able to keep my hands off you."
"You know, on second thoughts, being locked in here does have its advantages," Fred grinned cheekily.
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A/N: Before you get worried this is a smut-free-zone. It's implied but I'm not going to write it for my less mature readers (this means u Sandy and Kaye). I promise the next will be better. Some George and Alicia stuff coming. Please review. I'd love to hear any suggestions for the story.
A/N: You still reading this? Great. Again, thanks for all the encouragement. By the way, Me, not all people named Alicia are weird. However I have it under good authority that all people named KAYE are freaks. Ok here's the next chapter.
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Chapter 5
George's heart sank at this unanticipated news. Alicia had never so much as mentioned Davies to him.
"You seriously want to go with Roger Davies?" he asked in amazement.
"Yeah," she answered cautiously, "don't you like him?"
"Of course I don't like him."
"Why not? What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing, if you ignore the fact that he's a stupid prat."
"He's not a stupid prat!" Alicia insisted. She felt rather offended. She didn't need George's approval but his support would be nice.
"But he's Head Boy."
"I'm aware of that, George."
"The Head Boy and Girl have to open the Ball with their partners."
"George! I know that too. I was sitting right next to you when McGonagall told us during Transfiguration."
George sighed, he was running out of excuses. He came to the conclusion that he'd just end up spending the Ball alone in Gryffindor Tower like he did during the last one.
"He's from Ravenclaw," he tried desperately to dissuade her.
"I. Know. That. What's up with you, George?"
"Nothing at all. We better get some sleep, we have training in the morning," George quickly changed the subject.
"Yeah. Are you sure you're all right?" Alicia paused at the bottom of the stairs to the girl's dorm. A look of concern was etched on her face.
"I'm fine. See you in the morning."
"G'night Georgie."
They went their separate ways. Alicia headed for a peaceful night full of visions of a certain Ravenclaw while George headed for a restless night full of visions of a certain curly haired girl.
The next morning...
"George, time to get up. Come on," Alicia shook George roughly.
"What? Alicia? What are you doing in here?" He mumbled hoarsely. At first he thought he was still dreaming. His eyes slowly focused on the fresh-faced beauty leaning over him. He was vaguely aware of the auburn curls tickling his bare chest. (AN: Ok I know he wouldn't really be wearing boxers in winter but fleecy PJs just don't do it for me!)
"Angelina wanted me to wake you."
"Training, I completely forgot," George sat up. "When are we supposed to start?"
"Ten minutes ago," she answered and turned to the next bed and prodded the snoring lump that was Fred.
He mumbled incoherently then continued to snore.
"Is Angelina mad?" George asked as he rifled through his drawers in search of his training robes.
"Depends which kind of mad you mean? She doesn't seem that angry but I'm pretty sure she's insane."
"Where the hell are my robes?"
"Wakey, wakey, Fred," Alicia shook him.
He rolled over, eyes half open. As soon as he saw Alicia he swore loudly.
"Shut up, you'll wake Lee," she hissed.
"What's going on?" A voice muttered from a nearby bed.
"Alicia's in our room!" Fred looked utterly scandalised.
"Mmm? Tell her I said hi."
"Am I the only one who finds this inappropriate?" Fred demanded. He was sitting up now with his blanket clutched up around his chin.
"Yes," George answered shortly. "Aha! Found them."
"There's a girl in our room and you're walking around in your boxers!"
"There's a girl in our room?" George looked around in mock surprise.
"What's wrong, Fred? You sleep naked or something?" Alicia sat herself cross-legged on George's bed. She was slightly amused by his reaction. Obviously he thought it was acceptable to barge into the girl's room but when it was the other way round he didn't like it.
"I'm wearing boxer shorts. Not that it's any of your business!"
"Ok, keep your shorts on Sleeping Beauty. I'm not here to see you in your underwear, just to inform you that Ms. Johnson has requested your presence on the Quidditch pitch. The underwear part is just a perk."
Fred gave her a very unimpressed look, "you avert your eyes so I can go to the bathroom."
Alicia decided to humour him so she obediently covered her eyes. Fred jumped from his bed and ran to the refuge of the adjoining bathroom. She heard the door close but she thought it was best to keep her back turned while George changed.
"So why did Angelina send you and not Ron or Harry?" George asked curiously.
"Everyone else is down on the pitch, I had to come back to get my gloves and she wanted me to knock on your door. I knocked several times then I came in. I'm sorry but I thought it was best to wake you up before Angelina came to get you herself."
"Hey, I've got no problem with you coming in here," he grinned at her back and pulled on a shirt. I actually like you being in here, he added silently.
"You might not have a problem but Fred obviously does."
"Remember the time Angelina snuck in and took pictures of him sleeping with your teddy bear?"
Alicia nodded knowingly, "my poor teddy hasn't been the same since. Anyway I'll go get my gloves and meet you downstairs."
George didn't want her to go but he voiced his assent anyway.
"Bye, Lee," she whispered as she headed for the door.
He mumbled something that sounded oddly like, "would you like a crumpet, Katie?"
"Smitten," Alicia giggled and left.
"She gone?" Fred called from the safety of the bathroom.
"Yes she has you tactless git."
"I'm not a tactless git!" He emerged, still looking disturbed.
"She came to wake us up, not see you half naked," George said as he buttoned up his robes.
"Have you forgotten the incident involving her stupid teddy bear, that Creevey kids camera and a PMS induced Angelina?"
"Of course I remember. You know Alicia though, her intentions were pure."
"I used to know her, now she pretty much ignores me. All she cares about is her Georgie," Fred hastily put on the first pair of pants and shirt he pulled from his wardrobe.
"I am-"
"Not her Georgie," Fred finished. "I know, I know."
"Hurry up," George pulled their clubs out from under his bed.
"I'm hurrying," he pulled on some training robes and quickly buttoned them
Fred grabbed a club and the two bustled downstairs. Alicia met them with an appraising look. George self-consciously patted his unruly, flaming red hair. Fred didn't like the funny look he was getting from her.
"Fred, you missed a button," Alicia smiled. Fred look down, his robes did look strangely lopsided.
"Thanks," he said and corrected the indiscretion.
"You're welcome."
George went and opened the portrait, he was about to climb through it when Fred pulled him back.
"Ladies first," he said to Alicia. She grinned inwardly at his new found chivalry and stepped through. She was sure it was only his way of saying sorry.
George looked at him like he had an extra head or something.
"Now who's the tactless git?" Fred pushed his brother out of the way and followed Alicia.
The trio left the castle and raced each other to the pitch. Alicia won, but only because George tripped Fred.
"Good morning," Fred cheerfully greeted the team. He was in a much better mood now.
"What's so good about it?" Ron asked grumpily. He was still adjusting to the early starts but from what Harry told him this time was decidedly late compared to the crack of dawn training sessions with Wood.
"Little brother, I believe the question is what isn't good about it? The sun is shining, the birds are singing and we're in the company of three beautiful girls," Fred flashed a smile Angelina's way.
"What birds? I don't hear any birds," Harry whispered to Ron.
"The birds in his head," Ron yawned.
George rolled his eyes at his brother's speech and Alicia smirked. Angelina was positively relieved, at least Fred didn't hate her. She didn't even lecture him on his tardiness.
The team had a really good session all up. They all felt confident about their upcoming game against Ravenclaw. After they were dismissed everyone went their separate ways. Katie skipped off to find Lee and Harry and Ron went to meet Hermione, who had promised to save them some breakfast. George and Alicia decided to go for a walk around the lake while Fred stayed behind to help Angelina restrain the Bludgers.
"They're actually easy to handle once you get used to them," Fred said of the black balls that were still whizzing around threateningly.
"I'll stick to the Quaffle thanks," Angelina ducked as a Bludger came pelting towards her. Fred stood his ground and caught it heavily in the pit of his stomach.
Angelina acted impressed even though she had seen him do this hundreds of times. She was making an attempt to be extra nice. He wrestled it back into the crate.
"Look out!" Angelina pointed behind Fred.
He turned just in time and the Bludger hit him in the chest this time. He struggled for a while but managed to strap it back into its place.
"Are you ok?" Angelina asked him.
"I'm fine," he lied. The last Bludger had bruised his ribs and he didn't want to admit it to her. After all he didn't want to lose his reputation as a champion Bludger handler.
Angelina picked up the team brooms and Fred carried the crate. First they stopped at the broomshed. Angelina slipped the key into the lock and turned it, then with some difficulty she pushed the heavy door open.
"Put the crate against the door to keep it open and help me put the brooms away," Angelina instructed.
Fred resisted the urge to ask her for the magical word and instead he did as she said without complaint.
"Here, hold these while I open the Gryffindor locker," Angelina dumped the broomsticks in Fred arms and disappeared behind the door. She said the password (lion hearted) and the locker sprang open immediately.
Meanwhile...
Ginny and two of her fourth year friends were walking around the grounds.
"Hey, Gin, isn't that your brother?" Sandy pointed.
"Yeah, it's either Fred or George, I can't tell," Ginny peered into the broomshed. The familiar red head was standing in the doorway with his back to the girls.
"Oh, I hope its Fred! He's so cute!" Kaye squealed excitedly.
"Nuh-uh. George is way cuter!" Sandy said.
"They're identical," Ginny rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Well George is nicer. He talked to me once," Sandy said smugly.
"He only asked you where I was and besides he called you Mandy," Ginny replied rather snappishly.
"I remember in my first year when I was late for Potions Fred gave me directions," Kaye said softly. A dreamy look came over his face.
"Didn't you end up in the Astronomy Tower?" Ginny asked.
This broke Kaye from her reverie, "yeah but I'm sure it was a mistake."
"Yeah, the Astronomy Tower and the Dungeons, I can see how he got the two mixed up," Ginny said sarcastically.
Sandy and Kaye got far away looks in their eyes as they recalled their encounters with the Weasley twins. Ginny sighed heavily, she was sick of George and Fred and their stupid pranks. When Alicia returned to her dorm she had admitted that she hadn't so much as lectured the boys. Ginny hadn't really expected her to get angry at them because she liked them too much. Sometimes Ginny wished Percy was still at Hogwarts, he would have reprimanded them. If only Ginny were clever enough to pull her own prank. She glared at her brother's back. Her eyes drifted slowly to the keys that still hung in the lock then to the crate that was propping the door open. Her brown eyes widened as she got a brainwave.
"Hey, want to help me play a prank on my brother?"
"Sure!" The girls replied quickly. Any chance to get close to their desired twin.
Ginny told her friends what she had in mind and their eyes gleamed excitedly. Ginny couldn't help but get excited too, as the adrenaline pumped through her body.
The three girls crept stealthily toward the broomshed, they crouched beside the door and peered inside. The unknown twin had now moved behind the door and there was a loud clatter from inside as he put the brooms away.
Ginny nodded and she moved into position. Sandy and Kaye each grabbed one end of the crate and heaved it silently out onto the grass. Ginny made sure she stood in place of the crate to hold the door open. Sandy and Kaye nodded and Ginny slammed the door shut. She twisted the key then yanked it out of the lock.
"We did it!" The girls squealed and giggled furiously.
"Who's out there? Open this door right NOW!" a deep, slightly muffled, voice bellowed form inside.
Ginny looked at her friends and pressed her finger to her lips, they fell silent, "its Ginny! I'm locking you in until I'm satisfied you've learnt your lesson!"
"But Ginny-!"
She interrupted him, "don't worry, I'll take the key back to Angelina and the balls to Madam Hooch! You just stay in there and think about what you've done!"
"That was good, Ginny," Sandy looked impressed with Ginny's little speech.
"Well that's what my mum always says when she sends them to their room," Ginny explained as they dragged the crate away between the three of them.
They dissolved into giggles again and drowned out all the yelling from inside the shed.
"Get back here RIGHT NOW, Ginny Weasley!" Fred shouted himself hoarse while kicking the door.
"They're gone, Fred, its no use, now stop that before you break a toe," Angelina said calmly. Much too calmly for Fred's liking.
"At least I'm trying something!" He pulled his wand out and pointed it at the lock, "ALOHOMORA!"
Much to Fred's dismay and Angelina's amusement, nothing happened.
"You can't open the door with magic. Only the key will work."
"What? Why the hell would they make the door magic proof?" Fred demanded angrily.
"The same reason they put passwords on the lockers, so the brooms can't be tampered with."
"That's stupid!" Fred went back to kicking the door. He knew it made sense but at the moment it seemed stupid.
Angelina's patience with him was already wearing thin, "of all the people I had to get locked in the broomshed with! Not Alicia or Katie or even George or Lee. No, I get stuck with Fred-bloody-Weasley!"
"Hey, princess, I'm not happy about it either but at least I'm trying to get us out!"
"You're my hero," Angelina said bitterly.
"I noticed you're not helping."
"Why should I? This is all your fault."
"How is it?"
"If you had been nicer to your little sister she wouldn't have locked us in here in the first place!"
They stared, both looking ready to kill each other. Then slowly their faces softened until they were both laughing.
"What's with us? I've never known two people to fight so much," Fred said as he unbuttoned his robes. All his door kicking had left him feeling warm and uncomfortable. To make matters worse the shed had no windows to speak of.
"What are you doing? I think it'd be better if we kept our robes on."
"What's wrong Angie? Afraid you won't be able to resist me?"
"Yeah, that's right, I won't be able to keep my hands off you."
"You know, on second thoughts, being locked in here does have its advantages," Fred grinned cheekily.
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A/N: Before you get worried this is a smut-free-zone. It's implied but I'm not going to write it for my less mature readers (this means u Sandy and Kaye). I promise the next will be better. Some George and Alicia stuff coming. Please review. I'd love to hear any suggestions for the story.