A/N: Don't know exactly whats gonna be in this so just bear with me..
Chapter 11
"George please stop!" Morgan continued to call out.
George finally stopped and turned around, face red, eyes angry. "What? So you can break up with me finally, telling me you see something in my brother that you don't see in me? What is this all? A game to you? I guess because thats how it started aye? A game, so that whole relationship has to be a game. Well, I don't want to play a game --"
"It's not --" Morgan attempted to reply, eyes wide.
"Don't interrupt me!" George barked back. "I don't want to play a game! It's not supposed to be a game -- I love you! You're not supposed to do this to me! And with Fred!"
"What did I do now?" came Fred's voice, slightly confused.
George turned an extremely angry eye on Fred and began taking steps toward him, fisting raising slightly. Then he noticed Professor McGonagall coming up behind him.
"Weasley!" she called out. "You left your backpack in my classroom!" She handed it to him, and walked then looked confusedly up at George. "And what do you think you're doing Mr. Weasley?"
George now looked extremely confused, lowering his fist. "You've been in McGonagall's class?"
"Yes, where else? I told you I had some Transfigurations work to do today." Fred responded raising an eyebrow.
"For how long?"
"About an hour, an hour and a half."
"But... " he turned and looked at Morgan who looked stunned as well. How... what? A thousand questions raced through his mind. He turned on his heel and bolted back down the hallway which he came through, McGonagall yelling angrily after him that there was no reason to run.
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"Oh, c'mon Ron! It's not that big of a deal, Malfoy's always been a huge git! You act like it's something new!" Hermione said exasperatedly, staring angrily at Ron, who was still rather tiffed about Draco and the money.
"Yeah, but this time it was too much!"
"Hey, guys, what've I missed?" Asked Harry trotting up beside then, attempting to flatten his hair again.
"Nothing," grumbled Ron, removing his hand from his pocket, in which Draco's money was still sitting.
"Riight..." responded Harry, grinning, knowing exactly what was still upsetting Ron. "You know, Ron, your brothers have been acting rather odd lately..."
"Yeah, I know," said Ron, suddenly looking thoughtful. "And so has Oliver... Oh look there he is!"
"Oliver!" Harry called out, and Oliver turned around and walked back towards him.
"What?" he asked, slightly aggravated?"
Harry didn't really answer though, as he was distracted by the strange spread of freckles across Oliver's normally dark complexion, the strange hazel tinge in his normally blue eyes, and the strange red tint of the front of his hair...
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A/N: Hehe, you figured it out right?
Chapter 11
"George please stop!" Morgan continued to call out.
George finally stopped and turned around, face red, eyes angry. "What? So you can break up with me finally, telling me you see something in my brother that you don't see in me? What is this all? A game to you? I guess because thats how it started aye? A game, so that whole relationship has to be a game. Well, I don't want to play a game --"
"It's not --" Morgan attempted to reply, eyes wide.
"Don't interrupt me!" George barked back. "I don't want to play a game! It's not supposed to be a game -- I love you! You're not supposed to do this to me! And with Fred!"
"What did I do now?" came Fred's voice, slightly confused.
George turned an extremely angry eye on Fred and began taking steps toward him, fisting raising slightly. Then he noticed Professor McGonagall coming up behind him.
"Weasley!" she called out. "You left your backpack in my classroom!" She handed it to him, and walked then looked confusedly up at George. "And what do you think you're doing Mr. Weasley?"
George now looked extremely confused, lowering his fist. "You've been in McGonagall's class?"
"Yes, where else? I told you I had some Transfigurations work to do today." Fred responded raising an eyebrow.
"For how long?"
"About an hour, an hour and a half."
"But... " he turned and looked at Morgan who looked stunned as well. How... what? A thousand questions raced through his mind. He turned on his heel and bolted back down the hallway which he came through, McGonagall yelling angrily after him that there was no reason to run.
*~*~*~*~*
"Oh, c'mon Ron! It's not that big of a deal, Malfoy's always been a huge git! You act like it's something new!" Hermione said exasperatedly, staring angrily at Ron, who was still rather tiffed about Draco and the money.
"Yeah, but this time it was too much!"
"Hey, guys, what've I missed?" Asked Harry trotting up beside then, attempting to flatten his hair again.
"Nothing," grumbled Ron, removing his hand from his pocket, in which Draco's money was still sitting.
"Riight..." responded Harry, grinning, knowing exactly what was still upsetting Ron. "You know, Ron, your brothers have been acting rather odd lately..."
"Yeah, I know," said Ron, suddenly looking thoughtful. "And so has Oliver... Oh look there he is!"
"Oliver!" Harry called out, and Oliver turned around and walked back towards him.
"What?" he asked, slightly aggravated?"
Harry didn't really answer though, as he was distracted by the strange spread of freckles across Oliver's normally dark complexion, the strange hazel tinge in his normally blue eyes, and the strange red tint of the front of his hair...
*~*~*~*~*
A/N: Hehe, you figured it out right?