First things first- a moment of silence for Richard Harris. May you
forever be remembered as more than just Albus Dumbledore, but the actor who
portrayed him better than any person ever could. You're in our prayers.
Chappy 2- Alright, I don't own these characters, and I promise I'll return them to Rowling when I'm done playing with them... all in one piece too!! ps- don't ask what I was one while writing this, I honestly don't know. I'm a right-brained thinker (much as 90% of writers are) so you know what I mean when it just spills out of your brain.
"Ya know, Muggles aren't as stupid as I made them out to be," George announced to Alicia a week later in Muggle Studies class.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Professor Magness muttered quietly in his ear as she passed by their desk. George's eyes widened and he starred at Alicia, who was innocently copying from their text book, a small smirk on her lips.
As soon as Professor Magness was out of hearing range (which wasn't far because it was rather loud in the class) "Why didn't you tell me she was RIGHT behind me!?"George hissed.
"I didn't know you were about to call muggles stupid," Alicia answered, not looking away from the book. She was still smirking. George leaned back in his chair and looked around at the people in the class.
"Ok, granted but st-" and just then Cedric showed up. George watched in disgust as Alicia'a eyes immediatly became glazed over. She starred up at Diggory as though he were a hunk of chocoloate and George was sure she was about to start drooling soon.
"Hi Alicia ... Weasley," Diggory adressed them both. 'Oh so it's a first name basis with HER' George thought disdainfully.
"Hi Cedric," Alicia sang sweetly. George made a face... Alicia never used that special voice with HIM that way!! Why was Cedric so special?? George felt his cheeks redden.
"Can... Alicia, can I talk to you privatly?" Cedric asked, eyeing George suspiciously. George raised his eyebrows in amazment and anger.
"Excuse me?? No, we're doing our assignment," George leaned forward in his seat and gave Diggory a cold glare.
"No we're not, I'M doing our assignment... you're sitting there!" Alicia said loudly to make sure she got her point across to both boys. George swallowed a remark as Alicia got up out of her chair and lead Cedric away. He leaned in their direction to hear exactly what they were saying, but he couldn't make it out. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. 'Stupid Hufflepuff' George thought to himself for the 100th time that week.
Acouple minutes later, after George had messied up a piece of paper and wasted ink by sketching all sorts of deathly pictures about Diggory, Alicia came back to their desk. George looked up at her, but he couldn't see her face; her hair covered her expression.
"So what did he want?" George tried to seem dis-interested.
"Nothing!" Alicia snapped at him. George raised one eyebrow and slowly turned to look at Diggory. There he was, the little prick, just standing there talking to some some older girl who had moved into their class. She looked really annoyed, and for that, George was happy.
"Ha!" George said outloud.
"You had better not say 'I told you so,'" Alicia spoke quietly and she still didn't look up at George, "Cause you never said anything." George moved his chair closer to her.
"What are you talking about?" George asked quietly.
With eyes that looked about to cry and lips that showed no expression but told so much, Alicia looked up at George. George suddenly felt very uncomfortable and that old feeling came back to him. That feeling he got in the pit of his stomach whenever Alicia was upset or happy or showed any sortof emotion or even when she was just around. But this time it was different. She was upset... sad even ... angry? No... sad...
"You... you didn't hear our conversation?" Alicia asked, sniffling a bit. George shook his head no and starred at her reddened eyes.
"Oh..." Alicia looked away. She glanced in Cedric's direction and then up at the ceiling.
"Alica, what happened?" George asked urgently. If he hurt her... oh wow, George didn't even know what he would do.
Alicia starred at him for acouple seconds, trying to blink away her tear filled eyes. "Nothing.. it .. it was nothing," she lied.
"Yes it was! It's not nothing!! It can't be nothing... I mean, nothing isn't this," George pointed to her text book, which had a giant tear splatter on it. Alicia smiled grimly.
"It's nothing... it's not like it matters," she said. George was about to argue back that it did matter, but Professor Magness started speaking to the class.
"Alright class, pack up, I have a few announcements to make," the short teacher proclaimed. George took one last look at Alicia, who was trying to give him a reassuring smile. He returned her a worried look and began packing away his book, which he hadn't opened at all, and the parchment which he had made little bitty sketches all over. He looked over his artwork for a moment and grinned.
"As you all know ... or should know..." Professor Magness adressed them, "this assignment is due in two days. You will all make oral presentations with your partner," George glanced at Alicia. She was writing something very quickly on a piece of parchment. George ignored the words Professor Magness spoke and leaned over Alicia's shoulder and tried to read what she was reading.
"Yes?" Alicia whispered, covering whatever she was writing, and turning her head to look at George. George smiled innocently and sat back down in his seat.
"Mr. Weasley, did you hear anything I just said?" Professor Magness asked. George, still wearing his innocent smile, looked up at his teacher.
"Yes... yes I did," he responded. He could feel people starring at the back of his head. Professor Magness eyed him suspiciously, and then nodded.
"I won't insult you by asking the truth of this... but this is your grade, not mine ... please stay focused, this is very important." George nodded and thanked the Lord he didn't have to repeat anything she said, especially since he hadn't heard hardly anything. He glanced at Alicia again, only to find her scribbling very quickly. 'Why don't teachers ever scold girls??' George wondered, and then took that back.. Snape repremanded any non- Slytherin student who entered his class room.
And then the bell rang.
"Ah that melodious sound..." George smiled as he threw his bag over his shoulder, and turned to smile at Alicia. But she wasn't even there. George looked around wildly for his friend, and found her attatched to that stupid HufflePuff again.
"Aaarrg!" George proclaimed loudly. Several students looked up at him and George smiled at them all. One girl giggled.
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"So you never even found out what happened??" whispered Fred to George during their History of Magic class. George pried his eyes away from their older brother, Percy, who helped Professor in this class.
"No, I never got the chance.." George lied. He HAD gotten the chance, but when he had asked, she didn't answer. Her teary eyes flashed in front of his eyes again and he shook himself mentally.
"Well ask her now!" Fred hissed, motioning towards the sleeping Alicia seated in front of them. From his seat one step up from her, he could see her dark hair falling on her face. Her body rose slightly as she dreamed peacefully...
"I can't do that," George whispered. Fred snorted but George didn't looking away from Alicia, "She's sleeping." George explained. Fred rolled his eyes as he crumpled up a piece of paper, and then proceeded to throw it at Alicia. The paper bounced off Alicia's head and hit Angelina, who threw it at Lee. Alicia didn't even stir. Fred made a small cry of protest and kicked Alicia's chair.
"Stop!" George hissed, kicking out at Fred's foot, missing, and also kicking Alicia's chair.
"Both of you stop or I'm going to personally castrate both of you."
Fred and George exchanged rather worried looks while Angelina giggled.
"Sorry," they muttered together. Apparently Alicia wasn't exactly asleep.
"You stunned 'er just as she was wakin' up!" Fred whispered. George couldn't help but chuckle as Alicia stood up and went to go ask Professor Binns something.
"I wonder what happened to her," George spoke as quietly as he could as she sashayed past their desk and out of the class.
"Write her a note and find out!" Fred suggested. George's face scrunched up. How girly did Fred think he was??
"No..."
"You're chicken!" Fred accused him.
"No, I'm not!" George whined in protest. 'Good come back' he thought immediatly after the words came out of his mouth. George was about to add something when Professor Binns cut in.
"I must leave for a moment," Binns announced. "In the mean time, Mr. Weasley will be watching you," and suddenly before anyone could say anything, Professor Binns had dimmed out. Even Percy looked surprised.
"I'm going to make you move out front with the chickens when we get home," Fred said. George rolled his eyes. Sometimes his brother was so stupid. He wondered how they ever managed to pull pranks like they did.
"You're an idiot," George stated plainly. Fred looked insulted, but then he smiled mischieviously.
"Am I?" he said more than asked. George eyed him suspicously as Fred got out a piece of paper and filed up his quill with ink. He looked up at the cieling dramatically and put the tip of the feather to his chin, making it seem as though he were thinking of what to say.
"What are you doing?" George wanted to know.
"Let's see... what to write, what to write?" Fred winked at his brother, and put the tip of his quill to the parchment. "To the lovely Alicia," he said quietly as his quill scratched against the tan paper. George's eyes darted from the paper to his brother. "I think I love you." WHAT!?? Was there something Fred wasn't telling George?!
"What!?" George finally sputtered.
"Shh!" came Percy's hush. George looked up to see Percy still sitting there all high and mighty, but not looking from his work.
"I think you're beautiful," Fred said. It took a second for George to realize what Fred was saying ... he was still writing to Alicia. George could feel his anger rising.
"Fred..." George could hardly even hear himself say it.
"Write me back... love," Fred was scribbling so fast, he wondered if Alicia would even be able to read it, which he had to objections to, "George."
Love George... WHAT!? The letter wasn't from him!
Almost immediatly George made to take the parchment from in front of his twin, but Fred was too quick and in one swift movement, he had turned his back to George and started folding the parchment. Try as he might, George couldn't get to the fake letter.
"What is going on here?!" came Percy's voice. The brothers froze and George tried not to smile as he realized what they both probably looked like; Fred hunched over a now folded up letter, and George hunched over Fred, trying to retreive the letter. All eyes were on them, especially Percy, who was standing there with his hands on his hips. ('A perfect imatation of Mum' George thought)
The room was dead silent except for a few giggles, and Alicia couldn't have chosen a better time to re-enter the class room.
"I don't even want to know," Alicia said after acouple seconds of studying the scene. Nearly everyone laughed, except for a dissaproving Teacher's Helper Percy, who snatched the letter from Fred's hands and unfolded it as he walked back up front.
"You do know how much I would love to read this outloud to your peers. But seeing as I'm the bigger person here I won't... actually I will," Percy grinned. George's mouth fell open. He'd never known Percy to be so horrible. "Unless.." Percy grinned "Unless you can give me a good reason not to."
George groaned, but Fred looked as happy as a clam. George was surprised he wasn't rubbing his hands together with glee and he could feel his face redden as he realized all eyes were on him.
"Well??" Percy insisted on knowing.
"You... ah... I don't ... " George stuttered. Alicia was giggling. Darn you, Fred! Darn you to heck!
"Yes?" Percy's smile was creepy. George closed his eyes and tried to think of a good reason. If Binns were here right now, this wouldn't be happening at all! Stupid old bat! George could feel the blood pulsing through his viens. Percy was never this horrible!
"It's personal," George said, eyes still closed. Percy snorted, and readjusted his glasses and took a deep breath to read outloud .....
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"You are too lucky for words," Fred told George for the millionth time as the made their way up the stair case leading to the boy's dormitory hall.
"Yeah, just my luck," George said grimly.
"Who would have imagined Binns would appear at that very moment," Lee said after hearing the over-exargerated point of view from Fred. George smiled his own secret smile, and let out another sigh of relief.
"Too bad he didn't read it though... " Fred sounded dissappointed.
"Oh yes... too bad Percy the Prick didn't read a letter to Alicia forged by you in my name professing my love to her," George said sarcastically as he opened their door.
"Do I sense sarcasm?" Fred asked, sounding like some pompous teacher.
"Why yes! Yes it is... I don't like Alicia, OK?" George said, stalking over to the bathroom and slamming the door. George closed his eyes and leaned against the door.
He did like Alicia, and George knew it perfectly too well. He tried not to think about it, but Alicia's pictureflashed before his eyes. Cinnamon eyes... beautiful cinnamon eyes... Her dark hair... her long dark hair... her long, dark, tantalizingly, sweet smelling, silky soft hair... and then there was that smile. So full of life, when she allowed it.
But Alicia was crazy! Mean and crazy and funny and cute... George sighed half out of her being so sweet and out of the fact that he didn't want to like her.
But he couldn't help it. No matter what he did to tell himself no...
"George?" Lee knocked on the door.
"Yes?"George asked, almost defiantly.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." George got up quickly, about to come out of the bathroom when--
"He's thinking about Alicia," George heard Fred say.
"Am not!" George whined.
"And you know how sexy Alicia is," Fred teased. George felt his cheeks get red again. What did he mean by that!?
"Wha do you mean by that!?" George pulled the door open swiftly. He meant it to be alarming .. he meant it to be kinda scary.... but it's not scary when you smack yourself in the forehead with a door. And before George knew it, that very thing happened and George found himself lying in a heap on the bathroom floor.
"George?! You OK!?" Lee and Fred rushed to George's side.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Fred held up all 10 fingers as Lee quickly went in the loo to get a cup of water.
"Ooow.." George responded, putting his hand up to the newly forming bump on his forehead.
"Look, you're not Harry Potter, get over it," Lee said splashing water on George's face.
"Aah!" George sputtered and opened his eyes in time to see Lee reaching to touch the nump.
"No touchy!" George swatted at Lee's hand.
"I think you need to see Madam Pomfrey," Fred said. George rolled his eyes, causing the begining of an intense headache.
"Me too... come on," Lee said, trying to help George up.
"Look, I don't need help," George tried to get up himself but as he sat up, the world around him because a swirling mass of colors and he quickly laid back down, Fred putting his hand behind George's head.
"Yes... you do need help," Fred said. George whimpered. "Come on," Fred and Lee both worked to heave George up on his feet.
"You gonna make it?" Fred asked. George looked at him out of the corner of his eye and actually saw worry in his brother's face. George nodded sincerely as Lee opened the door and then began dragging George down the hallway.
"Everyone's gone to bed," Fred reassured George, who wondered why, but then decided today was his half lucky day. It would have been entirely lucky if Fred hadn't writen that letter and if George hadn't smacked himself in the head with a bathroom door.
The trip to the Hosptital Wing was a long one and luckily alittle more than halfway there, Madam Pomfrey happened to look outside the infermerary. He magic-ed him on a stretcher and, much to the 3 boys' dismay, sent Fred and Lee back to the Gryffindor Wing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Omg, I loved writing this because these 2 things happened to me: my friend wrote a note to this guy I liked and signed it as my name ... but the Teacher DID read it outloud (HOW EMBARRASSING!!) and I also hit my head on the bathroom door and I had to go to the hosptital, even though it wasn't that bad, hehe. Love you guys lots!! Thanks for all the reviews, but you really don't have to. ::giggles!:: Love, always, *~Crystal~*
Chappy 2- Alright, I don't own these characters, and I promise I'll return them to Rowling when I'm done playing with them... all in one piece too!! ps- don't ask what I was one while writing this, I honestly don't know. I'm a right-brained thinker (much as 90% of writers are) so you know what I mean when it just spills out of your brain.
"Ya know, Muggles aren't as stupid as I made them out to be," George announced to Alicia a week later in Muggle Studies class.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Professor Magness muttered quietly in his ear as she passed by their desk. George's eyes widened and he starred at Alicia, who was innocently copying from their text book, a small smirk on her lips.
As soon as Professor Magness was out of hearing range (which wasn't far because it was rather loud in the class) "Why didn't you tell me she was RIGHT behind me!?"George hissed.
"I didn't know you were about to call muggles stupid," Alicia answered, not looking away from the book. She was still smirking. George leaned back in his chair and looked around at the people in the class.
"Ok, granted but st-" and just then Cedric showed up. George watched in disgust as Alicia'a eyes immediatly became glazed over. She starred up at Diggory as though he were a hunk of chocoloate and George was sure she was about to start drooling soon.
"Hi Alicia ... Weasley," Diggory adressed them both. 'Oh so it's a first name basis with HER' George thought disdainfully.
"Hi Cedric," Alicia sang sweetly. George made a face... Alicia never used that special voice with HIM that way!! Why was Cedric so special?? George felt his cheeks redden.
"Can... Alicia, can I talk to you privatly?" Cedric asked, eyeing George suspiciously. George raised his eyebrows in amazment and anger.
"Excuse me?? No, we're doing our assignment," George leaned forward in his seat and gave Diggory a cold glare.
"No we're not, I'M doing our assignment... you're sitting there!" Alicia said loudly to make sure she got her point across to both boys. George swallowed a remark as Alicia got up out of her chair and lead Cedric away. He leaned in their direction to hear exactly what they were saying, but he couldn't make it out. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. 'Stupid Hufflepuff' George thought to himself for the 100th time that week.
Acouple minutes later, after George had messied up a piece of paper and wasted ink by sketching all sorts of deathly pictures about Diggory, Alicia came back to their desk. George looked up at her, but he couldn't see her face; her hair covered her expression.
"So what did he want?" George tried to seem dis-interested.
"Nothing!" Alicia snapped at him. George raised one eyebrow and slowly turned to look at Diggory. There he was, the little prick, just standing there talking to some some older girl who had moved into their class. She looked really annoyed, and for that, George was happy.
"Ha!" George said outloud.
"You had better not say 'I told you so,'" Alicia spoke quietly and she still didn't look up at George, "Cause you never said anything." George moved his chair closer to her.
"What are you talking about?" George asked quietly.
With eyes that looked about to cry and lips that showed no expression but told so much, Alicia looked up at George. George suddenly felt very uncomfortable and that old feeling came back to him. That feeling he got in the pit of his stomach whenever Alicia was upset or happy or showed any sortof emotion or even when she was just around. But this time it was different. She was upset... sad even ... angry? No... sad...
"You... you didn't hear our conversation?" Alicia asked, sniffling a bit. George shook his head no and starred at her reddened eyes.
"Oh..." Alicia looked away. She glanced in Cedric's direction and then up at the ceiling.
"Alica, what happened?" George asked urgently. If he hurt her... oh wow, George didn't even know what he would do.
Alicia starred at him for acouple seconds, trying to blink away her tear filled eyes. "Nothing.. it .. it was nothing," she lied.
"Yes it was! It's not nothing!! It can't be nothing... I mean, nothing isn't this," George pointed to her text book, which had a giant tear splatter on it. Alicia smiled grimly.
"It's nothing... it's not like it matters," she said. George was about to argue back that it did matter, but Professor Magness started speaking to the class.
"Alright class, pack up, I have a few announcements to make," the short teacher proclaimed. George took one last look at Alicia, who was trying to give him a reassuring smile. He returned her a worried look and began packing away his book, which he hadn't opened at all, and the parchment which he had made little bitty sketches all over. He looked over his artwork for a moment and grinned.
"As you all know ... or should know..." Professor Magness adressed them, "this assignment is due in two days. You will all make oral presentations with your partner," George glanced at Alicia. She was writing something very quickly on a piece of parchment. George ignored the words Professor Magness spoke and leaned over Alicia's shoulder and tried to read what she was reading.
"Yes?" Alicia whispered, covering whatever she was writing, and turning her head to look at George. George smiled innocently and sat back down in his seat.
"Mr. Weasley, did you hear anything I just said?" Professor Magness asked. George, still wearing his innocent smile, looked up at his teacher.
"Yes... yes I did," he responded. He could feel people starring at the back of his head. Professor Magness eyed him suspiciously, and then nodded.
"I won't insult you by asking the truth of this... but this is your grade, not mine ... please stay focused, this is very important." George nodded and thanked the Lord he didn't have to repeat anything she said, especially since he hadn't heard hardly anything. He glanced at Alicia again, only to find her scribbling very quickly. 'Why don't teachers ever scold girls??' George wondered, and then took that back.. Snape repremanded any non- Slytherin student who entered his class room.
And then the bell rang.
"Ah that melodious sound..." George smiled as he threw his bag over his shoulder, and turned to smile at Alicia. But she wasn't even there. George looked around wildly for his friend, and found her attatched to that stupid HufflePuff again.
"Aaarrg!" George proclaimed loudly. Several students looked up at him and George smiled at them all. One girl giggled.
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"So you never even found out what happened??" whispered Fred to George during their History of Magic class. George pried his eyes away from their older brother, Percy, who helped Professor in this class.
"No, I never got the chance.." George lied. He HAD gotten the chance, but when he had asked, she didn't answer. Her teary eyes flashed in front of his eyes again and he shook himself mentally.
"Well ask her now!" Fred hissed, motioning towards the sleeping Alicia seated in front of them. From his seat one step up from her, he could see her dark hair falling on her face. Her body rose slightly as she dreamed peacefully...
"I can't do that," George whispered. Fred snorted but George didn't looking away from Alicia, "She's sleeping." George explained. Fred rolled his eyes as he crumpled up a piece of paper, and then proceeded to throw it at Alicia. The paper bounced off Alicia's head and hit Angelina, who threw it at Lee. Alicia didn't even stir. Fred made a small cry of protest and kicked Alicia's chair.
"Stop!" George hissed, kicking out at Fred's foot, missing, and also kicking Alicia's chair.
"Both of you stop or I'm going to personally castrate both of you."
Fred and George exchanged rather worried looks while Angelina giggled.
"Sorry," they muttered together. Apparently Alicia wasn't exactly asleep.
"You stunned 'er just as she was wakin' up!" Fred whispered. George couldn't help but chuckle as Alicia stood up and went to go ask Professor Binns something.
"I wonder what happened to her," George spoke as quietly as he could as she sashayed past their desk and out of the class.
"Write her a note and find out!" Fred suggested. George's face scrunched up. How girly did Fred think he was??
"No..."
"You're chicken!" Fred accused him.
"No, I'm not!" George whined in protest. 'Good come back' he thought immediatly after the words came out of his mouth. George was about to add something when Professor Binns cut in.
"I must leave for a moment," Binns announced. "In the mean time, Mr. Weasley will be watching you," and suddenly before anyone could say anything, Professor Binns had dimmed out. Even Percy looked surprised.
"I'm going to make you move out front with the chickens when we get home," Fred said. George rolled his eyes. Sometimes his brother was so stupid. He wondered how they ever managed to pull pranks like they did.
"You're an idiot," George stated plainly. Fred looked insulted, but then he smiled mischieviously.
"Am I?" he said more than asked. George eyed him suspicously as Fred got out a piece of paper and filed up his quill with ink. He looked up at the cieling dramatically and put the tip of the feather to his chin, making it seem as though he were thinking of what to say.
"What are you doing?" George wanted to know.
"Let's see... what to write, what to write?" Fred winked at his brother, and put the tip of his quill to the parchment. "To the lovely Alicia," he said quietly as his quill scratched against the tan paper. George's eyes darted from the paper to his brother. "I think I love you." WHAT!?? Was there something Fred wasn't telling George?!
"What!?" George finally sputtered.
"Shh!" came Percy's hush. George looked up to see Percy still sitting there all high and mighty, but not looking from his work.
"I think you're beautiful," Fred said. It took a second for George to realize what Fred was saying ... he was still writing to Alicia. George could feel his anger rising.
"Fred..." George could hardly even hear himself say it.
"Write me back... love," Fred was scribbling so fast, he wondered if Alicia would even be able to read it, which he had to objections to, "George."
Love George... WHAT!? The letter wasn't from him!
Almost immediatly George made to take the parchment from in front of his twin, but Fred was too quick and in one swift movement, he had turned his back to George and started folding the parchment. Try as he might, George couldn't get to the fake letter.
"What is going on here?!" came Percy's voice. The brothers froze and George tried not to smile as he realized what they both probably looked like; Fred hunched over a now folded up letter, and George hunched over Fred, trying to retreive the letter. All eyes were on them, especially Percy, who was standing there with his hands on his hips. ('A perfect imatation of Mum' George thought)
The room was dead silent except for a few giggles, and Alicia couldn't have chosen a better time to re-enter the class room.
"I don't even want to know," Alicia said after acouple seconds of studying the scene. Nearly everyone laughed, except for a dissaproving Teacher's Helper Percy, who snatched the letter from Fred's hands and unfolded it as he walked back up front.
"You do know how much I would love to read this outloud to your peers. But seeing as I'm the bigger person here I won't... actually I will," Percy grinned. George's mouth fell open. He'd never known Percy to be so horrible. "Unless.." Percy grinned "Unless you can give me a good reason not to."
George groaned, but Fred looked as happy as a clam. George was surprised he wasn't rubbing his hands together with glee and he could feel his face redden as he realized all eyes were on him.
"Well??" Percy insisted on knowing.
"You... ah... I don't ... " George stuttered. Alicia was giggling. Darn you, Fred! Darn you to heck!
"Yes?" Percy's smile was creepy. George closed his eyes and tried to think of a good reason. If Binns were here right now, this wouldn't be happening at all! Stupid old bat! George could feel the blood pulsing through his viens. Percy was never this horrible!
"It's personal," George said, eyes still closed. Percy snorted, and readjusted his glasses and took a deep breath to read outloud .....
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"You are too lucky for words," Fred told George for the millionth time as the made their way up the stair case leading to the boy's dormitory hall.
"Yeah, just my luck," George said grimly.
"Who would have imagined Binns would appear at that very moment," Lee said after hearing the over-exargerated point of view from Fred. George smiled his own secret smile, and let out another sigh of relief.
"Too bad he didn't read it though... " Fred sounded dissappointed.
"Oh yes... too bad Percy the Prick didn't read a letter to Alicia forged by you in my name professing my love to her," George said sarcastically as he opened their door.
"Do I sense sarcasm?" Fred asked, sounding like some pompous teacher.
"Why yes! Yes it is... I don't like Alicia, OK?" George said, stalking over to the bathroom and slamming the door. George closed his eyes and leaned against the door.
He did like Alicia, and George knew it perfectly too well. He tried not to think about it, but Alicia's pictureflashed before his eyes. Cinnamon eyes... beautiful cinnamon eyes... Her dark hair... her long dark hair... her long, dark, tantalizingly, sweet smelling, silky soft hair... and then there was that smile. So full of life, when she allowed it.
But Alicia was crazy! Mean and crazy and funny and cute... George sighed half out of her being so sweet and out of the fact that he didn't want to like her.
But he couldn't help it. No matter what he did to tell himself no...
"George?" Lee knocked on the door.
"Yes?"George asked, almost defiantly.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." George got up quickly, about to come out of the bathroom when--
"He's thinking about Alicia," George heard Fred say.
"Am not!" George whined.
"And you know how sexy Alicia is," Fred teased. George felt his cheeks get red again. What did he mean by that!?
"Wha do you mean by that!?" George pulled the door open swiftly. He meant it to be alarming .. he meant it to be kinda scary.... but it's not scary when you smack yourself in the forehead with a door. And before George knew it, that very thing happened and George found himself lying in a heap on the bathroom floor.
"George?! You OK!?" Lee and Fred rushed to George's side.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Fred held up all 10 fingers as Lee quickly went in the loo to get a cup of water.
"Ooow.." George responded, putting his hand up to the newly forming bump on his forehead.
"Look, you're not Harry Potter, get over it," Lee said splashing water on George's face.
"Aah!" George sputtered and opened his eyes in time to see Lee reaching to touch the nump.
"No touchy!" George swatted at Lee's hand.
"I think you need to see Madam Pomfrey," Fred said. George rolled his eyes, causing the begining of an intense headache.
"Me too... come on," Lee said, trying to help George up.
"Look, I don't need help," George tried to get up himself but as he sat up, the world around him because a swirling mass of colors and he quickly laid back down, Fred putting his hand behind George's head.
"Yes... you do need help," Fred said. George whimpered. "Come on," Fred and Lee both worked to heave George up on his feet.
"You gonna make it?" Fred asked. George looked at him out of the corner of his eye and actually saw worry in his brother's face. George nodded sincerely as Lee opened the door and then began dragging George down the hallway.
"Everyone's gone to bed," Fred reassured George, who wondered why, but then decided today was his half lucky day. It would have been entirely lucky if Fred hadn't writen that letter and if George hadn't smacked himself in the head with a bathroom door.
The trip to the Hosptital Wing was a long one and luckily alittle more than halfway there, Madam Pomfrey happened to look outside the infermerary. He magic-ed him on a stretcher and, much to the 3 boys' dismay, sent Fred and Lee back to the Gryffindor Wing.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Omg, I loved writing this because these 2 things happened to me: my friend wrote a note to this guy I liked and signed it as my name ... but the Teacher DID read it outloud (HOW EMBARRASSING!!) and I also hit my head on the bathroom door and I had to go to the hosptital, even though it wasn't that bad, hehe. Love you guys lots!! Thanks for all the reviews, but you really don't have to. ::giggles!:: Love, always, *~Crystal~*