for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
~Love scenes censored. Language and slight adult situations. Not for kids.~
Colorblind by Teda
"You're dating my daughter and I demand it stop. This just friends business doesn't ring true to
me. The two of you dating is ridiculous, you have nothing in common. I'm sure you believe you
love her, but it would never work out in the end, dear." Natasia said, stone faced.
*Oh boy, she thinks I'm Fred! Hmm, this might be interesting.* George suddenly smirked, surprising Natasia. It was at these moments he wanted to thank heaven above for making him a twin....
He couldn't believe his luck. If it were a movie, maniacal laughter would have rang out.
"Well, now I'm hurt, Mrs. Johnson. What makes you assume I couldn't make Angelina happy?" George questioned, trying to wipe the grin off his face.
"Young man, I don't particularly care if the two of you are in love or not. Her father and I won't stand for her throwing her life away on-" Natasia broke off, torn between being rude and trying to keep up proper appearances.
"On what, Mrs. Johnson? Some poor country bumpkin? Angie's love life is her business and if she wants to carry on a torrid, hot steamy love affair that's her right." he sneered. He held back his laughter as she blushed, her hands tightening on the handle of her purse.
"How dare you say such a thing to me?" she hissed. She was right about the Weasley's being uncouth. Why in the world would Angelina be attracted to such a young man?
George shrugged casually. He didn't much care for nasty attitudes, especially towards any member of his family, even if she did think he was Fred. He knew his brother could handle himself, especially against this dragon lady, but he could never resist mischief. Hell, if she was this ticked at the thought of Angie and Fred dating, she'd have a hernia when she found out the whole truth!
Giving a look filled with distaste, she opened her purse and started digging through it."What can I offer to get you to stop seeing my daughter, huh? Money? How much do you want?"
George's mouth fell open in surprise when she pulled a coin purse, heavy with money. His eyes widened further when she scooped a handful of Galleons out before sliding the bag across the glass display case. He hoped he wasn't drooling too much.
"I should have known it would come to this. There is ten thousand Galleons in here. It's yours if you immediately stop your relationship with Angelina. Think about all you could do with the money." she stated frostily.
George gaped at the bag, weighing the money in his hands. This made the money Harry had given them look like chump change. Damn, that was a lot of money! Hell, he'd sell his family for that kind of cash...well, Percy at least.
It was just too easy to resist, he thought drawing his gaze from the bag. Might as well give her what she came for. "You have a deal, Mrs. Johnson. I promise I'll never date Angelina again. Nope, won't sleep with her or have any sexual relations-"
"That's enough! Just take the damn money and never darken my child's doorstep again." Natasia snapped, angry at his implication of the relationship. Closing the purse with a smart snap, she stared him down, quite finished with his presence.
"Don't worry. Angie and I are finished." he replied. *Of course, we never started, but that's neither here or there. Heh, heh.*
Natasia Johnson was a really beautiful woman on the outside, and even he felt flustered under her intense gaze. But he couldn't help but feel for Angelina having such close minded parents. Hell, his Mum was a saint in comparison.
"Now, if that's all ma'am, I have a business to run." George said, jingling the coins around in the bag for a minute before setting them aside underneath the case.
With a huff, she turned her back on him and stormed for the entrance. Angrily wrenching it open, she left slamming it closed behind her. George winced as the glass rattled. He silently counted to five before whipping out his wand. Leaning his chest against the glass top, he snickered as he pointed his wand at her retreating back. Combining two of his favorite hexes, he sent it in her direction. A loud shrieking scream made him and everyone on the street jump.
*Hope she likes having a furry face and tentacles. I really should be more respectful of my elders...nah!* He chuckled to himself. He couldn't wait for Fred to show up for work.
~~~~~~~~~
Fifteen minutes later, George would be rethinking that earlier statement.
"What the hell?! You took the money?" Fred yelled, his face matching his hair color. He tired to
calm down enough not to jump over the desk and strangle his brother.
"And that was a bad thing?" George questioned, smiling as he sat at his work station, thankful
the desk separated him from Fred. The bag of money situated in the middle of the table attracted
their attention like a beacon.
*Hmm, must learn to keep my mouth shut.* George thought as his brother yelled and cursed him. He wondered if he dared comment about his twins foaming at the mouth in anger, but then thought better of it. Maybe he should have gently brought up the conversation with Mrs. Johnson instead of just blurting the whole mess out?
"Okay, you have five minutes to start explaining before I brutally murder you bro." Fred growled, folding his arms as he stood aggressively across from his seated twin.
"Fine. I promised Mrs. Johnson I would stop dating Angie. That was easy enough since I wasn't dating her in the first place. It wasn't my fault she assumed I were you." George smirked, leaning back in the chair, crossing his legs on top of the desk.
Fred blinked, then blinked again before breaking out into loud laughter. He laughed and laughed, tears leaking out of the corners of his eyes while he shook his head.
"Ha, ha! And you never tried to let her know otherwise. You right bastard. You always amaze me." Fred sighed, calming down. He walked around the desk, pulling up a chair next to his twin.
George nodded his head, bowing to his brother mockingly. "Thank you."
"Your welcome. And you're giving back the money." Fred replied. He picked up the heavy bag, rolling the coins around in his palms.
"What? Why?" George asked aghast, snatching the bag from Fred's hands and holding it protectively to his chest. Give the money back? Was he nutters?!
"Mrs. Johnson already has a low opinion of me and our family. Even if you did trick her and she
deserved it, taking and keeping this money only proves her right. We'd be no better than a
Malfoy." Fred argued.
"Malfoy? Bit your tongue!" George said, disgusted.
Fred chuckled at his tone, before frowning. Angelina would be furious and incredibly hurt when she found out. He himself was insulted beyond belief that Mrs. Johnson thought he was the kind of person that could be bought. He'd never give up Angelina for all their damn money!
"Okay. But you'll have to have Angie return it. I-I kind of don't think Mrs. Johnson wants to see me, meaning you, again anytime soon." George replied, sheepishly.
*Uh, oh.* Fred's red flags waved furiously at that statement.
"Ah, man. What else did you do now?" Fred snapped, feeling a right large headache coming on.
Note to self. Never let George open the shop alone ever again!!
~~~~~~~~~
A sense of excitement rose like a palpable cloud as the sounds of thousands of fans singing, laughing, cheering and booing rang out in the gigantic stadium. Quidditch fans, loyal and rambunctious screamed as Angelina's team took the Quaffle and won the game.
Her teammates screamed happily, jumping over one another or circling the field on their brooms as the fans went crazy. She shared a heartfelt smile with fellow teammate Oliver Wood. Still as fanatic as he was at Hogwarts, Oliver lived and breathed Quidditch. Recruited straight out of school, Oliver had made a name for himself and brought his team up in ranks. His lust for the sport had made the team, The Chudley Cannons, the very best in the league. Their easy friendship and his protective nature also made the game bearable to her when she had to endure chauvinistic attitudes and slurs against women players.
Wiping her sweaty brow, she wished Fred could be there to share the moment with her, but knew his business needed him. Wished her parents didn't look down on her career choice, her choice in friendships-heck, her whole life.
"What's with the frown, Johnson? I believe we won this game." Oliver said, coming over to her and wrapping his right arm around her shoulders, giving her a little hug.
"I am happy. Just daydreaming." she smiled at him. Use to being the tallest, she was eye level with her friend. He was a very handsome guy with his tall lanky form, short cropped brown hair and eyes. Many a girlfriend had begged and pleaded with her for a chance to meet him.
"We have to go celebrate this game. We keep this winning streak up and we'll be Quidditch World Cup winners before you know it." he said, determined.
Angelina nodded, agreeing with him. She was just as crazed as he was about winning the World Cup. She just hoped she would be able to play in The World Cup game.
"All right, drinks are on me!" Oliver yelled, thrusting his broom in the air. The team cheered at that. Wood was notorious for his generosity when the team actually won. But if they lost...
Heading to the locker room, the members split into their separate changing rooms. Angelina changed quickly out of her hideous orange uniform into a soft pink silk top and matching skirt and low heels. She was taller than most her teammates already without the additional height os shoes.
The Chudley Cannons celebrated their victory at the local corner pub, drinking, eating and basking in the adulation of happy fans. Angelina giggled as woman after woman hovered over Oliver asking for autographs and a little bit more. She lost count after nine of the many times women slipped him their addresses. Finally disengaging himself from the hoard, he strutted over to her at the bar.
"Couldn't get away from your fan club?" she snickered, sipping on her chilled glass of pumpkin juice.
He cheekily grinned, seating himself on the leather stool next to her. The loud, bawdy laughter of their teammates and fans almost drowned out the conversation.
Oliver looked down at her glass and frowned."Pumpkin juice? That's not right. Hey, bartender, get this gal a-"
"No, thank you. I'm really not in the mood for a hangover today. Thanks." Angelina interjected, waving the bartender away. She swirled the orange liquid around in her glass with a small smile.
Curious, he stared at his friend. She had a certain look about her that spoke of secrets, yet she was the happiest person he knew. Always smiling and fun. He wondered if she something was going on in her personal life. She was the most closed mouthed member of the team when it came to relationships. While the other members private lives were written about weekly in the scandal rags, he included, she was barely mentioned. He just hoped she was happy.
The two joked and laughed and ran over plays in preparation for the next game when a large gray spotted owl flew to the pubs side window. Drunk and getting disorderly, not many paid any notice the owl except for Angelina and Oliver. Frowning she recognized her families owl Jasper.
Jasper screeched indignantly at her from across the room before swooping down at her onto the
bar. She stroked his ruffled feathers for a bit before untying the piece of parchment tied to his leg.
She opened it up to read as Oliver feed the owl pritzle sticks from a bowl.
Dear Angelina,
You are wanted home immediately. And bring your
little friend as well.
Dad
Friend, huh? Well, that was short and to the point. If she were a cat she was sure her fur would be standing on end. Looks like the cat was finally out of the proverbial bag anyway. And maybe that was a good thing.
Saying a hasty good-bye to her friends, she pulled out her wand and Disapparated to Fred's shop.
No love scene you say? Sacrilege?! Don't worry, I'll make up for it next chapter. I do want
to have a plot, too. Shocking but true. Thanks for the supportive reviewers. You all kick
ass and help me write better. I hope. Next update very soon. ^_^