A/N: Short, short, short, short, not really my problem.
Disclaimer: Some of these characters belong to me, some don't... don't prosecute me cause they're beautiful ::cough::
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Chapter 9
"Oh my gods, Oliver! What happened to you!" Morgan exclaimed as she saw him pass, still talking to Ron.
Oliver looked up and grunted slightly, but there wasn't really much in it.
"What?"
"Your boyfriend has a couple control issues."
Morgan's eyes widened and she blushed. Ron smirked.
"So much for that Quidditch accident story!"
Oliver just shot a glare in his direction. "Well its better than Malfoy paying you for you services!"
Ron gaped. "How did you hear?"
"I just did, don't worry about it," and with that, he walked away, crowding his ice pack to his eyes to hide the anger and humiliation.
Ron watched after him. "Why would George punch Oliver?" he asked rather confused.
Morgan's blush, which hadn't gone away, just deepened. "Well, um, you know, guys."
Ron sighed. "Guess I'll just have to ask George!"
"I'm not sure thats a good idea!"
"Oh well!" by this time he was already rounding the far corner.
"Well, good for him to be signing his own death warrant... Not my problem, never really liked the little bugger anyways."
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"So, how've you been doing Harry?" Fred asked, leveling himself with Harry, leaving his arm around Harry's shoulders.
Harry felt a strange vibe coming from him. "Pretty good.... You been seeing Dracana lately?"
"Dracana? Well... no, ugh. She's a Slytherin, she's evil! I prefer, the sweeter Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws, sometimes Hufflepuffs. Anything but Slytherins."
Harry now smiled, ignoring any odd feelings. "Really, who do you have your eye on now?"
George's smirk at this could've given Malfoy's a run for its money.
"You'll see."
Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Um... ok."
"But if you excuse me, I have to go attend to something Professor McGonagall wanted."
"No problem. Good bye then."
"Good bye Harry." Fred said, turning around and walking the opposite way he had been coming in the first place, the direction away from McGonagall's classroom.
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A/N: BOO! Surprised to me so soon? Review, and maybe I'll actually write another quickly!
Disclaimer: Some of these characters belong to me, some don't... don't prosecute me cause they're beautiful ::cough::
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Chapter 9
"Oh my gods, Oliver! What happened to you!" Morgan exclaimed as she saw him pass, still talking to Ron.
Oliver looked up and grunted slightly, but there wasn't really much in it.
"What?"
"Your boyfriend has a couple control issues."
Morgan's eyes widened and she blushed. Ron smirked.
"So much for that Quidditch accident story!"
Oliver just shot a glare in his direction. "Well its better than Malfoy paying you for you services!"
Ron gaped. "How did you hear?"
"I just did, don't worry about it," and with that, he walked away, crowding his ice pack to his eyes to hide the anger and humiliation.
Ron watched after him. "Why would George punch Oliver?" he asked rather confused.
Morgan's blush, which hadn't gone away, just deepened. "Well, um, you know, guys."
Ron sighed. "Guess I'll just have to ask George!"
"I'm not sure thats a good idea!"
"Oh well!" by this time he was already rounding the far corner.
"Well, good for him to be signing his own death warrant... Not my problem, never really liked the little bugger anyways."
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"So, how've you been doing Harry?" Fred asked, leveling himself with Harry, leaving his arm around Harry's shoulders.
Harry felt a strange vibe coming from him. "Pretty good.... You been seeing Dracana lately?"
"Dracana? Well... no, ugh. She's a Slytherin, she's evil! I prefer, the sweeter Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws, sometimes Hufflepuffs. Anything but Slytherins."
Harry now smiled, ignoring any odd feelings. "Really, who do you have your eye on now?"
George's smirk at this could've given Malfoy's a run for its money.
"You'll see."
Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Um... ok."
"But if you excuse me, I have to go attend to something Professor McGonagall wanted."
"No problem. Good bye then."
"Good bye Harry." Fred said, turning around and walking the opposite way he had been coming in the first place, the direction away from McGonagall's classroom.
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A/N: BOO! Surprised to me so soon? Review, and maybe I'll actually write another quickly!