(a/n): Well!! I had so many great complements that I was inspired to continue with this! The whole thing was suppose to be a grouping of work of my partners and mine works, but it looks like they have lost interest. So I have taken over things for now. Hope I do all right!

Normal Disclaimer: They aren't mine, Save for Jade and other Made up people, and even then I cant claim the most awesome world they live in.

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Things had been fairly quite since the Hogsmede trip. George had been told all about what happened at the Three Broomsticks from Lee, but had not gotten the full story. Both he and Lee were now grilling Fred for details as they sat by a small fireplace in the Gryffindor Common Rooms.

"It's just not what it looked like. Nor is it how Lee is making it sound. He has the story so twisted now that it sounds like I was snogging her right there against the window of the pub!" Fred said, throwing a hand up in the air as if to accent his point. "It did not happen like that!"

"Come on Fred, you said your self she gave you a kiss."

"A 'peck', I said a peck, -not- a kiss; there -is- a difference."

"Not much of a difference if you ask me." Lee said giving off a devious smirk.

Fred turned his brown eyes to glare over at Lee, but slowly, his lips started to turn upward with his own smirk. "At least I've gotten pecks from a few girls. The only girl that would kiss your Ugly Mug is your mother."

"Oh that was harsh!" groaned Lee as he clomped a hand over his heart and sighed heavily. "I have been wounded by thy sword of insults. Oh how shell I even survive?" Lee sighed, "Oh the pain the Ag---" He was cut off by the sudden wham of a couch pillow flying into his face.

"Oh hush Lee. I want to know what happened!" George said as he leaned further back into the couch (it was now missing a pillow), chuckling lightly over at his friend. Returning his attention to his twin, he gave a soft smile. "So common' old chap, out with it. What happened with you and Meria? What did she -really- say? Maybe if you just tell Angelina all this she wont hate you anymore."

Fred blinked lightly looking over at George. "She really hates me now?"

"Hate might have been too strong of a word. Dislike for the time being. How's that?"

"Not much better." The boy sighed and pulled his legs up into his chair more, hugging his arms around one of his knees as he looked to be in thought.

With a sigh of his own, George leaned forward on his knees to look over at Lee with a raised brow for a moment, then he turned his gaze back to Fred. He had never seen his brother this … depressed before. Actually the last time he saw Fred like this was when Zonkos was reported to have gone out of business, which they later found out was a huge April Fools Day prank.

George watched his brother for a moment longer then reached out and poked him on the knee lightly. "Hello, earth to my twin. Come in Twin. Do you read me?" He merely got a nod from Fred. "Come on Fred. What did she say? I'm sure you two talked of something."

"George here has a point. Maybe if you tell Angelina what was said, she would understand." Lee said finally, not cracking any jokes about it all. He was curled up in the big seat of his own now, hugging the large couch pillow with both arms, his chin resting lightly on the top of it. "Maybe we can tell her for you. Might help." He said in a hopeful voice.

"I can't," was all the boy said as he looked over past George to another grouping of chairs near a table on the other side of the common room. Alicia, Katie and Jade were talking rather enthusiastically. Angelina wasn't with them.

George gave an exasperated sigh as he flopped back again, throwing his hands up.

"Why cant you?" The darker skinned boy asked the twin.

Fred watched as Katie and Alicia stood, giggling lightly before the two waved to Jade and started to leave. They headed for the girls dorms and were soon out of site. A roll of eyes was seen as he turned back to his best friend and his twin. "Have you ever made a promise to a friend and broke it?"

Both boys frowned, but soon nodded. "Yes but my fingers were crossed." George pointed out with a wink to Lee.

Fred just continued. "I remember what one it was too. Remember how hurt Dad was when he found out we -broke- that promise?"

A sigh came followed by a nod. "Yes, but what? We were twelve then and it wasn't -my- fault that his plugs collection melted from exposure to extreme heat. He only said not to touch them. I didn't." George said rambling a bit.

"That's not the point. The point was that it hurt him to see you break that promise. Now, think of it this way. Break a promise to a girl. What are you left with then?"

"Tears, sad eyes, yelled words and perhaps a reddened stinging face from a slap?" Lee said, adding in his two cents.

"Precisely. Add on top of that the girl being a friend, and you lose a friendship. I promised Meria that I wouldn't tell anyone and I'm not going to. Point made; case closed." He looked off across the other side of the room, and noticed Angelina seated in a high backed chair, reading a rather large brown leather bound book. He heaved a large sigh and just sat there starring at her. You never know what you have till that person jumps up and pours Butterbeer down your front. He thought to him self as he watched her. How -was- he going to convince her it wasn't what it seemed, with out breaking his promise to Meria.

Clearing his throat lightly, Lee stood, and tossed the pillow back at George. "Well, I think I'm going to go over and bug Jade for a bit before I head for bed. Potions test tomorrow, you know. Have to get up quite early and make sure the candied beetles eyes are ready to switch with the real ones for class." He gave a devious smirk to the twins as he stepped past them and over to the solitary red headed Irish girl, Jade Summers.

Waiting until his friend had passed and moved away, George spoke up in a whisper to his brother. "Okay. He's gone now. So, are you going to tell me or not?" he asked as, well, Fred hardly ever keeps secrets form him. He assumed it was one of those times that it would be between only his brother and him. To his surprise Fred just shook his head, keeping his eyes fixed on Angelina.

"I said I promised." He whispered back.

A blank look came over George's face as his twin said this. He sat up straighter, as if in shock. "But, Fred… you can tell me. I won't tell anyone. As I said before, it could help you and Angelina."

A shake of his twins red head was given with, "I wont help Angel. And it would hurt Meria if anyone else knew. So don't bother asking again, because I wont tell you either. Brother or no brother, twin or no twin."

"Blast it all Fred why don---" He was cut off by Fred's next words.

"How was detention? Did they know it was you or me?" Obviously, it was an attempt to change the subject.

George had stayed at Hogwarts earlier that day, so Fred could take Angelina out to Hogsmede. It was suppose to be a date, but by the sounds of it, Fred never happened to slip away with -just- Angelina, and by time he planed on doing so, the Butterbeer was already starting to dry in his robes.

He was finding that he hadn't minded at all to stay at Hogwarts while his twin went on his date. He got to have a little 'practice' with Katie, which was something he didn't tell his best friend or his twin. Should he though? He was still mentally debating that idea.

After a moment he shrugged, having Fred's gloomy mood starting to rub off onto him. "I don't think so. As far as that is concerned, I was at Hogsmede with the gang and you were working your arse off at detention."

"Good." Was the only reply he got from his twin.

With a sigh, George hauled him self up and out of the seat. "Look, I'm going to go see if Ron and Harry want to play a round of Exploding Snaps or something. When you're done wallowing in self-pity, come and find me and I'll see if I can help you then. How's that?"

No Reply came. Getting slightly annoyed with his twin (which was very rare indeed) he turned and walked off, moving over towards another small group of students. He flopped down in a chair next to Hermione and started to talk again with a bit more vigor. George didn't want to stay depressed for long. His day had been perfect.

Fred sat alone now, watching Angelina read from afar.