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Chapter 3- The Yule Ball

Angelina rolled over, and sighed in her bed. Tomorrow, Saturday, was the Yule Ball and she couldn't wait. Looking up at her clock, she growled, and smacked her bed. It was only 1:30 AM. Feeling bored, Angelina got out of bed, and walked down the stairs, and into the common room. She wasn't paying attention to see if anyone was in there or not, so she decided to head over to the couches.

"GAH!" she squealed when she saw Fred, lying pensively on his side. He was staring into the fire, which by now was very low.

"Why are you up at this ungodly hour?" she mumbled. Fred sat up, propped his feet up on the coffee table, and put an arm on the top of the couch.

"Dunno…couldn't sleep perhaps…I should be asking you the same?" he whispered as so he wouldn't wake up anyone.

He motioned for her to come and sit down next to him. Reluctantly, she decided it was fine, and sat next to him. He rested his arm on her shoulder, as she rested her dark head on his shoulder. She could hear his heart beating unsteadily, showing he was a bit nervous.

"Fred…you okay?" she asked.

"Y-yeah…I'm-m fine…just a bit cold in here…isn't it?" Fred replied, his voice shaking.

He pulled out his wand, and pointed at the fireplace. "Accio Wood!" he exclaimed.

Before he could say anything else, Oliver Wood was in front of the fire place, snoring loudly. Angelina and Fred's eyes bulged when they saw their team captain standing in front of them with a shirt and Quaffle patterned boxers on. Angelina snorted, and returned Wood to his bed with another flick of her wand.

Fred was blushing a deep red, almost to the point where he looked like a tomato. She let out a guffaw of laughter, and fell onto the floor. She had never seen him blush so much in her life. "You…look…like…a…tomato…GRED! GAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" she said as she was laughing and panting at the same time.

Fred got up of the sofa, and helped her up. She giggled a bit, as she kissed him. When they finished kissing, Angelina raised her wand, and said, "Accio Firewood! See that wasn't that hard, was it?" she teased.

Fred rolled his eyes, and then closed them. He took in a deep breath, and fell asleep pretty fast. Angelina was still lying awake, lifted her wand and recited quietly "Accio Blankets."

Two blood red blankets appeared out of the blue, and covered Angelina and Fred. She rested her head on his shoulder, and fell into a deep slumber.

She was in the middle of a great dream where she was on the English Quidditch Team, and about to score when someone said loudly, "Say Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes! Oh damn, that's too long. OI, Lee what should I say? WHAT?! I CAN'T HEAR YOU, YOU STUPID GIT! OH! OKAY! SAY CHEESE!" A bright flash startled Angelina and Fred, and caused them to jump a little when they awoke.

"What in the name of –yawn- merlin's pajamas are you doing, George? Its so early!"

George jumped onto the couch, and said cheerily, "Dear Angelina, it is actually 3:00 pm to b-"

"WHAT!? OH MY BLOODY GOD! I HAVE TO START GETTING READY!" she exclaimed. She jumped up, and ran up the girls dormitory stairs.

For what was the better part of at least 3 hours, Angelina and her friends got dressed. Alicia did Angelina's hair, and vise versa. Angelina's hair was put up into a bunch of curls, and also had a small charm on it to add some small star-like things in her hair to match her dress. Alicia's was straitened, and pulled back into her usual half ponytail. The charm on her hair gave her some highlights, and made a little butterfly clip actually flutter. It didn't take that long for Fred, George, Oliver, and Lee to get dressed. Since they were boys, the dressed fast, and went back downstairs. Fred was sitting at the edge of the couch, dozing off. George was sitting in one of the couches, examining one of their new experiments. Oliver and Lee were opposite to them, talking about the upcoming Quidditch match.

"Angelina! Alicia! How long does it tak- whoa!" yelled George, which startled his brother and friends slightly.

While he was turning around to yell at the stairs, Angelina and Alicia came down. Their dresses, hair, and makeup were perfect. All the boy's jaws dropped rapidly, and Fred was the first one to speak. "Wow…Lina…you look-" "Marvelous, just marvelous." Wood butted in. "Oi, Wood, don't get your Quaffle boxers all in a knot. She's mine remember?" Angelina and Fred laughed so hard, they were crying.

They told their story about that early morning, and what Fred had accidentally done. "And then…he turned tomato red…it was so damn funny!" Angelina said.

"Oh! C'mon guys…time to go," said Lee, bouncing up and heading towards the Portrait Hole. "Chasers first, Beaters second, Quidditch announcers third, and Keeper/Captains fourth!" The fat lady's portrait opened and the girls, followed by the twins, Lee, and finally Oliver, were out of their common room and heading down towards the Great Hall.

Once on the ground level, the group of six entered the crowded ballroom. So many people walked past them such as Draco Malfoy and his new girlfriend Lissa Maeron (AN: Had to mention myself somewhere), Ginny Weasley and Colin Creevy, Ron and Erin Fleming(a freaky American girl who was thought to be crazy), and Harry and his new girlfriend (who was a new student at Hogwarts) named Adrienne Yim. One of their classmate's, Brielle Matthews, sauntered over to Oliver, and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Hello Ollie. How are you, luv?" She got on her tiptoes and kissed Oliver on the cheek.

"So, is this your new girl, mate?" George said.

"Yeh. C'mon Bri, lets go dance." She nodded, and winked at Fred.

Angelina raised her eyebrow, and nudged Fred in the ribs. "Oi, lover boy. I'm over here! Your girlfriend."

"Oh...yeah…lets go get something to drink." Fred grabbed Angelina's hand, and tugged her towards the food table.

There were so many platters holding things ranging from chips to French fries to chocolate covered raisins. Angelina started to stuff her face with chips, and then stopped when she saw Fred looking very nervous.

"You okay?"

"Yeah…I'm fine…I'm fine…why?" he replied nervously.

He was looking around, as in a person. "You look nervous…why?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all! Oh, there is George. Excuse me."

Fred walked over to his brother, and pulled something out of his pocket. Angelina strained her eyes to see what it was, but she couldn't get a clear picture because so many people were walking past. Lee came up to them too, holding two things that looked like the ends of a plug.

They all looked up, and mouthed, "1-2…'.

Angelina was running at them, yelling, "NOOOOOOOOO! FRED! GEORGE! LEEEEE!" but before she got to them, Lee connected the two parts of the outlets, and there was a loud BANG above them all.

There were at least 500 firecrackers on the ceiling, and with every burst sent out a handful of confetti and other things. Angelina stopped right in her tracks, and a single tear escaped her eye. Fred turned around with a smile on his face, but it quickly disappeared. Everything was in slow motion from then on. Angelina mouthed the words and shaking her head from side to side she said, 'You Promised' She turned around, and ran out of the Great Hall, holding her face in her right hand and her dress in the other.

"Angelina! ANGELINA!!!" Fred exclaimed. He knew he had done something terribly wrong.

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