Author: Sunnycouger (sunnycouger@lineone.net)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR owns all and makes the billions from it :( I just borrow them on occasion to have my wicked way with them ;)
Category: Fred and Angelina. Ron/Hermione with some George/Hermione, Lee/Alicia and other pairings which will reveal themselves in time ;)
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Fred Weasley liked to consider himself a happy guy, very rarely did he let anything get to him without planning some kind of payback but at this point he could barely think straight let alone plot extravagant revenge. At this point it would be fair to say he was annoyed.
Upset.
Ticked off.
Pissed as hell.
"Fred? Fred you have to stop fuming - your face is twisted so tight it's getting hard to see your facial features," Lee Jordan said with concern.
Fred didn't respond. He was going to sit here, covered in mud until she showed her face and apologised. Oh she would feel guilty then and grovel. He would of course ignore her...
"Fred?"
Fred removed his gaze from the portrait hole to look at Lee. "What?"
"What happened?"
Fred let out a crazed laugh, what happened indeed? What had happened was that he was picked on because of a stupid, more than likely hormone filled girl who was completely irrational. *Completely* irrational.
"Well, I was simply innocently enquiring about a friends date and she took it completely the wrong way and overreacted. She pushed me off my broom!"
"Angelina?"
Fred nodded his head. To think he had considered asking her out! "She's off her head!"
Lee smirked slightly as he sat down. "Well, that was never in debate. Okay, tell me exactly what happened."
Fred sighed and looked at his friend confidently. He had done absolutely nothing wrong.
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Fred walked out to the Quidditch field with his broom as Angelina and Katie flew in circles overhead while they tossed the quaffle to each other. He let out a sigh as he kicked off: the two of them had been acting weird with him for a few days now. Katie insisted on talking about the Ball at every available opportunity and had even described in agonising fine detail what Angelina's dress robes were like and how pretty she would look in them as well as how much her date would appreciate it.
"Hello ladies, and how are we on this wet, windy and all-together miserable December morning?"
Angelina looked at him with a grin as she tossed him the Quaffle. "We're great. And you? Where's that brother of yours? He chickened out?"
He grabbed the Quaffle and circled round about her. "That he did, he knew that the pair of us would be too hot for him and Katie to handle..." he gave a mischievous wink as Katie shook her head in disbelief.
"You two are incredibly full of yourselves you do realise that don't you?"
Angelina grinned at her and nodded her head. "Yes, but it is true...you two haven't won in months. We're just too good together, ain't that right Fred?"
"You know it. We have the full package, brains, beauty and skills..."
Katie groaned as she flew over to them. "We haven't won in months because you two have been doing the mad flirting thing and irritated us into making mistakes."
Angelina and Fred gasped in synchronisation. "We do not flirt!"
Katie rolled her eyes. "Yes, of course you don't...I must have been seeing another 6 foot plus chaser and red headed beater then."
"Hey!" Fred said with a smirk. He couldn't really deny it if he was honest. It was true, him and Angelina did flirt...but it was so easy that he almost didn't even notice anymore.
"Hey yourself, so, since there are only three of us here," Katie began with a wink at Angelina, "let's talk about the Yule Ball."
Fred groaned as he looked down. "What is it with you guys and the Yule Ball? It's a stupid dance...I mean, come on."
Katie looked at Angelina and sighed. "This is spoken like a guy who still hasn't got a date for it..."
"I have so got a date for it."
She gave a smirk to Angelina as they both flew down a bit closer to the ground. "Good, that's us all got one then."
Fred made a face: he would not ask who Angelina was going with. "Yeah, goody..."
"You know Angelina, I think you are worrying about nothing about your robes. If I had a figure like yours I would have them cut lower than that..."
"Any lower than that and I would be arrested," Angelina said with a laugh. "Alicia thinks I should slash them a bit higher on the leg..."
Fred's eyes widened. He did NOT like the sound of that. Well, he did like the sound of that but NOT for some other guy to see.
"Yeah, she's already been at mine...I have a thigh high split now to go with the slashed back."
"Have you seen Alicia's? They are *so* beautiful - she's showing some navel and everything. Robes from the Middle East. I swear I am getting her to get me some in the summer..."
Katie gave a laugh. "I know, the three of us will hit the nightclubs come graduation and knock the wizards socks off. 10 Galleons on Lee being rendered speechless."
"Hey your guy will be speechless as well..." Angelina nudged Katie with a grin. "You scarlet woman you."
Katie grinned as she summoned the Quaffle from a slack jawed Fred. "Yeah, the red is going to be different for me. But I think your purple will be just as eye catching..."
Angelina giggled slightly as she looked up at Fred who was scowling at the conversation as she whispered. "I hope so."
Fred looked down at the chasers and immediately felt the need to find out more about the arrangements for...protective reasons. Not because he was jealous...no no, he was just curious. "So, who's the lucky guy?"
He flew down as Katie spoke animatedly. "Well, I'm going with a Ra..."
"Yeah yeah, some Ravenclaw guy or something," he said dismissively as he turned to Angelina. "Who are you going with?"
Katie gasped quickly before grinning at Angelina who was looking nervous. "Um, Darren McKenzie from Ravenclaw."
"McKenzie?!?" Fred felt his face flush. That guy had irritated him from day one. "You realise he was the one who sold me up to McGonagall for breaking into the Ravenclaw Tower in second year? He then proceeded to aim his bludger at my head for every Quidditch game we have played against since? And you are going with him? I didn't know you were that desperate!"
"Desperate?" Angelina gasped before her eyes narrowed. "Maybe if you were a better Beater the bludger wouldn't have hit your head."
"Maybe if you were a better Chaser I would have been able to concentrate on my job as opposed to protecting you."
She glared at him. "Don't blame me for the inadequacies in your Quidditch game."
He gasped in shock - that one hurt. "It's funny you are talking about inadequacies when you are going with a walking talking one."
"At least I have a date!"
He rolled his eyes. "He's probably only after one thing, I mean if I dressed in robes slashed to my thigh and down to my waist he would probably go for me as well."
Angelina's eyes narrowed as she flew towards him. "Are you trying to imply something Weasley?"
"Yes, I think your 'date' is a jackass and that only an idiot or a desperate sad case would lower themselves to date him."
She forced a smile at him before grabbing her wand and cursing his broom so it disappeared from under him. His eyes widened as he began the rapid descent from 10 feet in the air onto the muddy ground where he landed with a splat face first.
"Angelina, what did you do!" Katie's concerned voice said as she looked down at Fred who was busy wiping his face as he looked up at them. "Where's his broom?"
Angelina looked down at him with a strange look as she lifted her wand and blasted the broom down so him so it hit him in the face. "There it is."
Before he could recover from the pain she had flown away. Katie looked down at him with a shake of the head. "You are the biggest idiot on the planet Fred Weasley and you may have just blown any chance you ever had with her. Well done."
Fred looked up and shook his head as she flew away after Angelina. "I don't want a chance with her! She's bloody mental!"
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Fred looked at Lee expectantly. "See? I told you, I was completely innocent and she over reacted!"
Lee nodded his head in sympathy, he certainly couldn't see anything amiss. "It's hormones, mate. Trust me, they all need anger management from birth. You didn't do anything wrong and she will come in soon in tears, begging you to forgive her. Trust me."
Fred nodded his head and gave his dread-locked friend a smile. "Thanks Lee, I'm glad you can back me up on this."
"Not a problem. It's nice to see justice done. I just can't believe she insulted your abilities as a Beater?" Lee shook his head, unable to comprehend that kind of insult. "I mean that was below the belt."
"I know!" Fred agreed passionately. Oh yes, he knew he was right and soon Angelina would apologise and admit he was right, dump McKenzie and humiliate him and beg Fred to take her to the ball...and all would be good in the world.
"Anyone seen Hermione?" The voice asked from behind him snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, she's in the prefect's bathroom snogging George..." Fred instinctively answered without thinking until he heard the spluttering behind him and felt a sharp blow come from an open mouthed Lee who was pointing behind Fred.
Fred slowly turned around to see a wide-eyed and pale looking Ron trying to recover from his coughing fit. "Excuse me?!?!"
Fred immediately closed his eyes shut. He did not just say that. He was too young to die..."She's in the prefect's bathroom TALKING to George..."
"You didn't say that!"
Fred nodded his head as he looked at Lee desperately. George was going to kill him, and then Hermione would kill him...and Mum would kill him. "I did too! You...you need to clean those ears out Ron if you didn't hear that. Right Lee?"
Lee nodded his head dutifully. "Definitely, he definitely didn't say snogging..."
Ron gasped again and his ears began to burn crimson as he pointed at Fred. "You did!"
"Not. I did not. God," Fred stood up and walked to his brother nervously, "anyone would think you wanted to hear that!"
Ron shook his head dejectedly. "He was supposed to be helping!"
"He is helping! They are just...talking. Honestly..."
Ron looked at him. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you believe that."
Fred flinched slightly. He could do this. He was a Weasley twin after all: there wasn't a teacher in Hogwarts he hadn't lied to bare faced before. Of course, he had hardly ever inadvertently screwed up two of his brothers love lives and made a good case for fratricide before. "Ron, I TRULY believe they...are just talking."
"You know, my eyes aren't on my shoes!" Ron said angrily.
"Whose eyes aren't on their shoes?"
Fred spun around to see Harry standing looking at Ron with concern. "You okay? Malfoy hasn't cursed the paintings to scream 'annoying, skint Weasel' again because I am seriously in the mood to deal with him. Then we'll see who has their pants in a bunch..." he laughed maniacally as Fred looked at him wide eyed causing Harry to shrug his shoulders. "I've been learning a lot of good charms recently...including one that really will constrict his underwear."
Fred looked impressed. "Really? Oooh, you will share of course?"
Lee laughed from the chair. "It's nice our 'saviour' is taking so much care over his preparation for the war with You Know Who..."
Fred winked at Harry. "Hey, You Know Who wears underwear like everyone else..."
"You hope," Lee added with a smirk before him, Fred and Harry all paused and looked at each other in horror.
"Well, there goes my appetite for the next millennium. There are some mental images we do not need..." Fred said as he rubbed his queasy stomach.
"Excuse me!" Ron called as he looked at them all with a shake of the head.
Harry looked up. "What?"
"George is kissing Hermione."
Harry looked at Ron and began to laugh. Fred winced - poor Harry couldn't know how unfunny this was.
"Yeah, and I'm sure as soon as she's done she's lining up Justin. Talk sense Ron."
Ron walked over to Harry and stared him straight in the face. "I am as serious as I have ever been."
Harry stopped laughing immediately and shook his head. "I swear there is something screwy going on with the girls in this place. I mean I thought it was Viktor..."
Ron nodded his head. "I know! And he was going to talk to her...for me! Just wait until I see him...I'm going to go get him now. You want to come and distract Hermione so she doesn't cry when I kill her 'boyfriend'?"
Harry winced. "Ron, I know you are upset but we have a Quidditch game in a few days so we need..."
Ron glared at Harry causing him to smile nervously as he continued. "But Angelina can draft in a reserve so kill away..."
"Thank you."
Fred felt bad as he watched the exchange. He felt bad for a number of reasons: A) because he was responsible. B) because it was his twin that was going to die. C) because it would be Fred who was killed by his mother. D) because it was a woman who was behind it...
He paused. That was right: it WAS a woman who had caused this. If it wasn't for Hermione this situation wouldn't have occurred so technically Fred was blameless. It wasn't *his* fault - it was the fault of the women. He was innocent.
He looked at Ron and Harry and immediately put his arm around both their shoulders. "Guys, guys, guys...I think we are missing a vital thing here. Who is causing all the problems around here?"
"George?"
Fred shook his head as he guided his two young protégés over to the sofa. "No, no, no...I mean ALL the problems. Colin dating a Slytherin, Ginny spurning Harry, Hermione spurning you, Angelina nearly flipping killing me, Alicia robbing Lee..."
"Um..." Harry said cautiously as Ron struggled to get out of Fred's grasp.
Fred shook his head. They were dense. "It's the girls and this Yule Ball! That's what's to blame...we, we are guys and we can't handle this sort of thing so they manipulate the situation to get the reaction they want. For example: Hermione wants Ron to ask her so what does she do? She has a wee thing with the brother. A Slytherin wants to make a name for herself? She goes to the dance with a poor, naive Gryffindor who will have his heart broken and be humiliated," Fred turned and glared at the portrait hole as he gritted his teeth. "A stupid chaser wants to prove how 'desirable' she is so goes and dates the biggest non Slytherin prick in school while all the while going on about her 'pretty robes'...and slating off other peoples abilities on the pitch and making them take a bath in mud..."
Lee looked at Fred with a grin as he got up and began walking away. "Fred? You are doing your glaring thing again..."
Fred snapped around and forced a smile on his face. "My point is...we should just forget about them. We are guys...we are cool guys and we don't need flaky girls who need too much attention," he grinned and put his arms around Harry and Ron again. "Ron, just go ask another sane girl out. Harry? Go...ask someone else out as well."
Harry looked at him. "Well actually I already have a da..."
Fred continued talking ignoring Harry as he leant his head back. "Me? I already have just the girl in mind...we'll see who's inadequate then. Little Miss 'I have a date' can stick with Mr Boring for all I care..."
Fred gave a maniacal laugh as Ron looked at him strangely before leaning back and looking at Harry. "Was it just me or did that make sense?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Ron. "Don't know, but I have to confess, if it keeps George alive until after the game I'm happy..."
Ron shook his head and sat back in his seat. "Oh no, I'm still going to kill him...just because I hate him."
Harry looked at him and shrugged his shoulders as he slunk back in the seat. "Fair enough...try and avoid witnesses then because I won't be able to visit you in Azkaban."
"You wouldn't face the Dementors to visit me?"
"Well, you won't not kill your brother until after the Quidditch game for me."
"Good point," Ron said with a yawn as he looked at Fred who was glaring at the door as a wet Angelina and Katie walked through it and over towards Alicia. Any second now she would apologise. Any second.
She stood up, looked over at him and glared so hard that he swore she must have Medusa blood in there somewhere as he must have been turning to stone. She then tossed her hair and walked up towards the girls dorm airily.
He stood abruptly, he was not putting up with that kind of crap from anyone. She wanted war? He'd give her it. "You took on the wrong Weasley, Johnson."
He stormed towards the Portrait hole as Harry and Ron watched on in amusement. Harry looked at Ron and let out a laugh. "You have a weird family..."
"Hey, as an honorary Weasley you have to take some of that credit..."
Harry grinned as he looked at the door. "I bet you my firebolt that they two end up together before the Ball is over."
Ron looked at his brother, still mud drenched and then looked at Harry with a quick nod of the head. "Oh I'll be having some of that. What do you want in the unlikely event of them getting together?"
Harry let out a laugh. "You do the constriction charm on Snape at breakfast the day after the dance?"
Ron began to laugh. "That's how confident I am that it won't happen that I will take those odds."
They shook on it and Ron looked at Harry with a sad smile. "You want to come help me kill George?"
Harry groaned as he stood up. "No. But I have nothing better to do..."
Ron stood up and looked at Harry with a determined nod of the head. They would see what George had to say for himself...and then he would kill him. It wasn't because he was jealous of course, no no...he was just going to kill him for lying.
TBC
In part 4: Will Ron kill George? Will George kill Fred? Will Hermione go to the ball with Ron? And just who could win a fist fight out of Ron and George? Place your bets now...