Katie came back from detention, feeling slightly sick of anything made of
metal and shiny from the hours she spent scrubbing and polishing old
trophies under Filch's stern eye. Her fellow detention comrades didn't come
back to the common room with her. Alicia had been whisked away by an
impatient George who had been waiting for her outside the trophy room,
leaving a sulking and cursing Fred behind to wait for Angelina. She had
been detained a little longer because of her sharp tongue and fiery temper.
Katie sighed in relief when the portrait swung open, revealing the cosy
common room, looking forward to a hot bath and snug bed. Instead, her heart
stopped beating and sank to the pit of her stomach when an unwelcome sight
was exposed. A familiar handsome brunette was leaning over a person with
long golden hair, his hands entangled in her silky blonde tresses. They
were kissing heatedly, unaware of Katie's presence. They shifted slightly,
and she could now see Oliver and Kimberly Shenagins, a Gryffindor in the
same year as Oliver, clearly. Katie stood there shell-shocked, her stomach
lurching at the unpleasant spectacle in front of her. Finally coming to her
senses, her whole body started shaking in fury and she heatedly retreated
out of the common room, slamming the portrait door behind her. Katie
ignored the fat lady's lecture and stomped down the dark corridor.
Oliver pulled away, startled out of his wits. He looked towards the source of the sound. Thankfully, no one was there. Nonetheless, he still scrambled off Kimberly hurriedly. Oh no, what if it was Katie? he thought, slumping onto the nearest chair. Kimberly swept over to him, "What's wrong?" she asked. Oliver shook his head, trying to conceal his worry, "Look, we shouldn't have done that."
Kimberly crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, her eyebrows raised. Oliver sighed frustratedly, "At least not here in a communal area." Kimberly sat down beside him, "You never had a problem with that, anyway, there's no one here."
"I know, but anyone might come in anytime," he replied unconvincingly. Oliver looked at her, taking in her porcelain complexion and understanding blue eyes. The way the fire danced in her eyes and tinted her hair a brighter gold made him want to kiss her again.
"What did I do?" Kimberly asked. Oh no…she thought it was her fault, he thought. "It's not you, Kimberly." She looked at him doubtfully, "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better." This time, her ocean blue eyes were diluted. Oliver took her in his arms. "It's not you," he repeated, "It's just that—I have Katie." She stiffened perceptibly and tentatively raised her head to look at him. "Do you love me?" her voice came out soft and timid. Oliver tightened his grip around her, unsure of how he should reply. Love? That was too strong a word, 'fancy' her would be more likely, but love? That was reserved for Katie and he didn't want to hurt her. However, it wasn't Katie who would be hurt right now, it was Kimberly…unless, Katie was the one who slammed the door. No…it couldn't be, she was still serving her detention. Distracted, he shook the thought off and focused on Kimberly. Those thoughts had raced through his mind in half a second and Kimberly was still looking up at him expectantly. Taking a deep breath, he answered, "Yes."
A scuffle came from the doorway. Oliver turned around and saw Fred and Angelina standing in front of the door, and by the looks of their shocked faces, he surmised that they had heard everything. Angelina looked furious. Oliver sent Fred a pleading look, he couldn't deal with Katie's overprotective friend right now. Fred still stunned from what he'd heard, steered the raging Angelina out of the room.
"What are you doing?" Angelina demanded. Fred closed the portrait door softly behind him and turned to face her. He just sighed and shrugged, not answering her. Angelina continued, "I could have beaten him to pulp!" Fred smiled, slightly amused and placed his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down. "Angel, he plays quidditch, he's the captain of the team, there's no way you can beat him up," he said calmly, "And, what happens between them stays between them, you hear? We shouldn't interfere."
That was apparently the wrong thing to say.
"Fred Weasley! Do not tell me what to do!" Angelina caught the hurt look that flickered past his face and slumped against the wall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…I shouldn't have yelled." She slumped defeatedly against the wall and moaned, "This isn't my day, first detention, now this. Should I tell Katie?"
Fred took her in his arms and buried his face in her sweet smelling hair, "No."
She pulled away from him. "But she's my friend! She deserves to know! In fact the whole school deserves to know what a bastard he is!"
"No Angelina! We're not telling anyone about what we saw, not even Alicia and George!"
"What's wrong with you? Are you going to let that scum cheat on her?"
Fred sighed enduringly, "Oliver will tell her himself, when he's ready and if he wants to."
"You ARE going to let him cheat on her! How could you?"
"As I said, Angel…what goes on bet-"
"No! Katie will be hurt, don't you understand?"
"Look, I know you care for Katie and all, but don't you think it would hurt her less if she found out from Oliver himself?"
Angelina stopped raging, she eyed Fred coldly and grimly,
"Is this what you'd do to me?"
Fred's mouth fell open, "What?"
"Is this what you'd do to me?!" Angelina repeated, a little louder, "Cheat on me? Kiss other girls behind my back?" she accused. Her eyes were now dark and her whole body was tense. She looked as if she might explode in anger.
"N-no." Fred stuttered. Her expression remained unchanged.
"Angelina, you KNOW I'd never do that! Ever!" Fred declared vehemently, "Look. Don't let their relationship interfere with ours, okay? Much less ruin it…" he pleaded.
Angelina shrugged indifferently. "Fine, but I'm telling Katie if Wood doesn't tell her by tomorrow night." Fred nodded and kissed her, hugely relieved.
A/N: Whew, I think that's my longest chapter yet! And yes, I know that that plot isn't very original as it has been done in many stories, but that is the easiest way to break someone up. And that Fred and Angelina scene was for their respected fans. Hope you enjoyed it! Before I go, I'm still debating whether Katie should be with Roger or Oliver…really, opinions will be seriously taken into account.
Oliver pulled away, startled out of his wits. He looked towards the source of the sound. Thankfully, no one was there. Nonetheless, he still scrambled off Kimberly hurriedly. Oh no, what if it was Katie? he thought, slumping onto the nearest chair. Kimberly swept over to him, "What's wrong?" she asked. Oliver shook his head, trying to conceal his worry, "Look, we shouldn't have done that."
Kimberly crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, her eyebrows raised. Oliver sighed frustratedly, "At least not here in a communal area." Kimberly sat down beside him, "You never had a problem with that, anyway, there's no one here."
"I know, but anyone might come in anytime," he replied unconvincingly. Oliver looked at her, taking in her porcelain complexion and understanding blue eyes. The way the fire danced in her eyes and tinted her hair a brighter gold made him want to kiss her again.
"What did I do?" Kimberly asked. Oh no…she thought it was her fault, he thought. "It's not you, Kimberly." She looked at him doubtfully, "You don't have to say that just to make me feel better." This time, her ocean blue eyes were diluted. Oliver took her in his arms. "It's not you," he repeated, "It's just that—I have Katie." She stiffened perceptibly and tentatively raised her head to look at him. "Do you love me?" her voice came out soft and timid. Oliver tightened his grip around her, unsure of how he should reply. Love? That was too strong a word, 'fancy' her would be more likely, but love? That was reserved for Katie and he didn't want to hurt her. However, it wasn't Katie who would be hurt right now, it was Kimberly…unless, Katie was the one who slammed the door. No…it couldn't be, she was still serving her detention. Distracted, he shook the thought off and focused on Kimberly. Those thoughts had raced through his mind in half a second and Kimberly was still looking up at him expectantly. Taking a deep breath, he answered, "Yes."
A scuffle came from the doorway. Oliver turned around and saw Fred and Angelina standing in front of the door, and by the looks of their shocked faces, he surmised that they had heard everything. Angelina looked furious. Oliver sent Fred a pleading look, he couldn't deal with Katie's overprotective friend right now. Fred still stunned from what he'd heard, steered the raging Angelina out of the room.
"What are you doing?" Angelina demanded. Fred closed the portrait door softly behind him and turned to face her. He just sighed and shrugged, not answering her. Angelina continued, "I could have beaten him to pulp!" Fred smiled, slightly amused and placed his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down. "Angel, he plays quidditch, he's the captain of the team, there's no way you can beat him up," he said calmly, "And, what happens between them stays between them, you hear? We shouldn't interfere."
That was apparently the wrong thing to say.
"Fred Weasley! Do not tell me what to do!" Angelina caught the hurt look that flickered past his face and slumped against the wall. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…I shouldn't have yelled." She slumped defeatedly against the wall and moaned, "This isn't my day, first detention, now this. Should I tell Katie?"
Fred took her in his arms and buried his face in her sweet smelling hair, "No."
She pulled away from him. "But she's my friend! She deserves to know! In fact the whole school deserves to know what a bastard he is!"
"No Angelina! We're not telling anyone about what we saw, not even Alicia and George!"
"What's wrong with you? Are you going to let that scum cheat on her?"
Fred sighed enduringly, "Oliver will tell her himself, when he's ready and if he wants to."
"You ARE going to let him cheat on her! How could you?"
"As I said, Angel…what goes on bet-"
"No! Katie will be hurt, don't you understand?"
"Look, I know you care for Katie and all, but don't you think it would hurt her less if she found out from Oliver himself?"
Angelina stopped raging, she eyed Fred coldly and grimly,
"Is this what you'd do to me?"
Fred's mouth fell open, "What?"
"Is this what you'd do to me?!" Angelina repeated, a little louder, "Cheat on me? Kiss other girls behind my back?" she accused. Her eyes were now dark and her whole body was tense. She looked as if she might explode in anger.
"N-no." Fred stuttered. Her expression remained unchanged.
"Angelina, you KNOW I'd never do that! Ever!" Fred declared vehemently, "Look. Don't let their relationship interfere with ours, okay? Much less ruin it…" he pleaded.
Angelina shrugged indifferently. "Fine, but I'm telling Katie if Wood doesn't tell her by tomorrow night." Fred nodded and kissed her, hugely relieved.
A/N: Whew, I think that's my longest chapter yet! And yes, I know that that plot isn't very original as it has been done in many stories, but that is the easiest way to break someone up. And that Fred and Angelina scene was for their respected fans. Hope you enjoyed it! Before I go, I'm still debating whether Katie should be with Roger or Oliver…really, opinions will be seriously taken into account.