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Chapter 4- Quidditch with Tease
Quidditch practice was early in the morning, since it was cancelled the day before because the pitch needed to be cleaned up when Filch insisted on it. He was quite miserable while cleaning it, however, muttering about how the dirt was so filthy… which George couldn't find possible.
So George sat, waiting to start Quidditch training with eagerness. The first team they were to play was Slytherin. He looked over to the Girls change-room door as it swung open, and Alicia came out, pulling down her shirt over her belly button and fixing her hair.
"Hey!" George said, standing up.
Alicia smiled. "Morning." She yawned.
She looked over and saw Harry Potter, Griffindor seeker and a friend of George's little brother Ron. He looked tired -as there were great bags under his green eyes- and he scratched the back of his head looking around while his matted black hair swung into his eyes.
"Where's Angelina?" He asked.
Alicia smiled at him. "I'm not sure, Harry. I think she's checking out the conditions on her broom before she gets us to come out and start practicing." She said.
Harry smiled broadly. "I've been waiting all summer for this!" He said excitedly. He turned away to care for his broomstick.
Alicia felt her heart jump as she felt a warm hand touch her cheek, where she was cut.
"It's looking better." George said, running his hand over it. "How do you feel?"
Alicia laughed. "George, calm down! It was only a small cut!"
"Right…" He said looking away. "Here comes Angelina."
Just then, Angelina rushed in. "ALL RIGHT GUYS!" She yelled so that they all turned with their attention on her. "Wake up! The day is perfect and we're going to win against Slytherin in the next match, aren't we? Of course! So now all of you come outside with me and we will start practice. No pep talks or anything, just hard-core training! To know what you're going to do, look over on the board over there where I drew some moving diagrams. If any of you have any questions, then just ask!" She said happily.
"I have one!" Fred said, shooting his hand into the air and then bringing it back down saying, "Which stick guy am I?"
Everyone laughed a bit and Angelina looked over at him sternly, but with a happy twinkle in her eyes.
"All right, Fred. Go do fifteen laps of the pitch and then come in here so I can have a talk with you!" She said gleefully, winking at him.
He sighed and smiled back at her.
"Can I say, whipped?" George asked with a smile.
"Oh- shut up George!" Fred answered back.
Fred then picked up his broomstick and went outside, lapping the track at an even speed. The rest of the team looked at their player that was drawn onto the sheet and nodded. They all left and assumed their positions, as Angelina let the balls loose.
"Come on, people! Lets pick up our paces!" She shouted ten minutes later.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Oh?" She turned on her broomstick to see Fred, smiling at her.
"You wanted a talk?" Said Fred.
"Yes." Said Angelina.
The two of them swooped down and landed.
"Keep it up, all of you! I'm so proud! … For the fifteenth time, Harry! Stop catching the snitch so fast! Just let it go and try again. It'll be much harder for you to catch when the Slytherin's are here! They will block your view, everything will be much more crowded." Angelina yelled up to them.
Fred and Angelina walked into the change rooms and Fred threw his broom down and plopped on a seat. Angelina put her broom next to his and took the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to her. She looked up at him and pulled his face down to hers with force.
Then, she slammed her lips on his and pulled him in closer to her, pushing her tongue into his mouth aggressively. She ran her hands through his hair and Fred returned the kiss, pushing her to the wall and moving with her as she slid down the side of the wall and sat there, Fred putting his legs at her sides, pushing in closer to her.
Angelina broke away and stared up at him. "Now take that into account whenever you make fun of my drawings again." She said with a smile. "I must admit though, your right. I'm not the greatest at sketching people."
Fred smiled and leaned in to kiss her again, feeling his body pulse as she sat underneath him, smiling. Angelina slid down before he could kiss her, and he ended up kissing her forehead.
"Why do you keep doing that?" He asked breathlessly.
"I thought you liked it." She said with a coy smile, playing on her lips.
Fred pulled her up and put his lips against hers again.
"Hey!" She said laughing, but it sounded much more muffled because when she opened her mouth, he slid his tongue into it.
"Oh god, Angelina…" He murmured through a low moan of approval.
She arched her back so that she pressed up against him, as close as possible. His body was warm, and she was cold from the air that pushed against her face earlier. His mouth tasted of mint, and he smelled like the air that they were just flying in.
She ended up sliding to the ground, Fred overtop of her, kissing her lips and then her cheek and finally trailing kisses down her neck and to the edge of her robes.
Angelina moved and sat up, smiling at him. "We have to get back to practice." She said happily, standing and walking over to pick up her broom.
"Wait- aw, no. Come on! Just stay with me a while, please?" Fred started.
Angelina shook her head. "Sorry, but being Quidditch captain means being out on the field with your team!" She said.
Fred watched her walk out of the room, and he sat there sighing.
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After practice, George watched Alicia walk into the change-room for a shower, and then he looked over to Lee who was walking along the grounds, with a large smile on his face.
"Oi! George!" Lee yelled over.
Lee was one of the only people who could tell Fred and George apart when they were far away, besides Alicia who always seemed to know.
"Hey!" He yelled back.
Katie turned and saw Lee, and a smile spread across her face.
"LEE!" She yelled to him.
Lee turned and saw Katie. George could see that a different sort of smile caught his lips.
Lee walked over to George and Katie and smiled at the both of them. "I was waiting for your practice to be over." He said with a grin.
George smiled and told Lee he was going to take a shower, leaving him with Katie.
"Hey Katie." Lee said slowly.
She looked up to Lee and blushed ruby-red. "H-Hi… Lee."
Lee took her hand in his and kissed it acting like a gentleman. "How may my lady be needing my services today?"
Katie giggled. "Come on, Lee." She said pulling him along. "I want to talk to you."
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It had been five days since their first practice, and now Fred and George were clambering out of their beds and getting dressed, not saying anything for they were too tired. They put on their Quidditch robes and walked down the stairs to breakfast.
Fred quickly started shovelling down food, and George ate a bit, nodding off as he put his spoon to his mouth…
"George…?"
A soft hand shook him awake. It was Alicia. George looked up at her and found his head was in his arms and his cereal bowl was in Fred's pile of finished food. He was still holing the spoon in his hand as he blinked and looked around.
"Mmm…" He mumbled into his arm.
Alicia laughed and sat beside him, rubbing his back.
"You'll be all right, George." She said.
He smiled at her and they made their way to the Quidditch pitch together.
What do I think about George, thought Alicia as they walked. She had always tried to lie to herself to cover up that she may have feelings for someone… may be left as vulnerable to another person. She didn't want to be vulnerable, nor feel the pain of rejection, yet sometimes, she felt like she could risk it…
No. She would never risk it. George was a good friend, and nothing more. Why was she thinking about him like this anyways? She didn't like George… it wasn't something that just crossed her mind… or was it? Maybe… just maybe…
"Lich, you okay?" George asked.
"Oh… yah!" She said, plastering a smile onto her face. "Yeah, I'm just really excited 'bout Quidditch is all… yeah… that's it…"
"You sure, now?" Said George.
"Yes." Said Alicia.
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"And Griffindor mounts their brooms as well as Slytherin! Captains shake hands…"
Lee's voice was projected for all to hear. He was of course, the scorekeeper and announcer.
George mounted his broom with a heavy feeling in his stomach. It felt so heavy; that he was afraid the broom wouldn't be able to lift him into the sky. He felt so strange at that moment, as he looked over to Alicia with worry. She didn't look as concerned as she was earlier… if only he knew what it was about. He could help her…
"AND THEY'RE OFF!" Lee's voice rang.
George kicked off from the ground and zoomed into the sky, taking his position and staring around at Fred and then glancing at Harry, the youngest player on the team.
-On the stands, a man aimed his wand for Harry. -
The bludgers came at full speed for Harry, and George sped up and hit them away with his club. They went away, and a Slytherin hit it back, smashing it against George's side. He took a deep intake of breath and shook off the feeling of wanting to be sick, chasing after the bludger and smacking it back in the direction of the Slytherin side.
-The man took aim. –
Another bludger made its way for Harry. George sped up, rolling his eyes. Why did they always go for Harry? Maybe he should just stay near him…
WHACK.
A bludger hit his elbow and forced it inward, twisting it the opposite way into a bend the opposite of how it should be.
"SHIT!" George swore, lowering slightly, but then looking back at Harry. The bludger was going for Harry and he didn't know… Harry couldn't see it; he was too busy looking for the snitch… There was no time to yell for him, he had to move forward.
-The man spoke in a quiet voice…-
George pushed Harry slightly out of the way and hit the bludger with his good arm with such force; he almost fell off his broom.
"Whoa! Thanks George…" Harry stuttered.
"Yeah… no problem…" He panted back.
-The man said the curse… "Avada Kadevra"-
A light came shooting towards George, so he swerved to miss it. It bounced off the back of his broom and vanished… his broom began to shake uncontrollably… He struggled to keep balance, but he couldn't hold onto anything tight enough. His only usable hand was grasping the edge with his fingertips, while holding the club tightly in the palm…
"GEORGE! What's wrong with him?" Alicia screamed out.
"What the hell-?" Lee's voice rang.
George's broom was moving steadily higher, zooming and sputtering. A shock ran through his body from his fingertips and along his torso. He let go… His body flung, surging with a feeling of lightning striking him.
The ground began to get closer as he fell with speed, his body limp and useless… He closed his eyes, he didn't want to see his own self, hit and break upon the ground. He could hear someone screaming…
THUMP.
CRACK.
He heard his body fall along the ground, and he heard the remainder of his bones break. His ribs shattered beneath him and as he opened his eyes everything was a dizzy blur, so he closed them quickly before becoming sick. His elbow was still bent horribly; he didn't think anything else was broken… that didn't matter though, he wanted to sleep. A good, long sleep, with dreams of Alicia…
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"Oh, god! George! OH MY GOD." Alicia screamed, running to the limp body of George, which lay on the ground. She fell on her knees beside him, dropping her broom to the ground.
Madame Hooch had come over and so had professor McGonagol, and they were both looking down at George's crumpled body.
"Miss Spinnet, kindly take Mr Weasley to the hospital wing… You can go too Mr Weasley!" McGonagol shouted to Fred.
Fred came up to Alicia's side and started down at his twin, wincing.
"That looks like it hurts." He said.
Alicia watched him pick up his brother and they both started walking to the Hospital wing. When they got there, Madame Pomfrey fussed over him, muttering things like, 'what an awful game', and 'don't know why they play Quidditch'…
Fred smiled and said, "I'm going to get back to the game… you can stay here if you want."
Alicia nodded. "Thanks, Fred."
She gave Fred a hug and sat down beside George's bed. She looked at his face, red hair running over his eyes and his half-open mouth. His arm was in bandages, as well as his chest, which besides the bandages, was bare. He had many different kinds of drinks and medications beside his bed as well.
"Oh… George…" Alicia muttered, running her hand lightly over his cheek.
She sat there watching him and holding his hand for a long time until she heard a voice behind her.
"What happened to him?"
Angelina was walking into the room with a quick pace, broom still in hand. Fred was following behind, looking over at George.
"Did we win?" Alicia asked.
"Yes. Now what happened to my beater?" She answered swiftly.
"I'm not sure…" Said Alicia.
Angelina sighed and looked over to Fred. "Come on, I want to have a word." She said grabbing him by the neck of his robes and dragging him along.
"What happened to you?" Alicia whispered to George, holding his hand.
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Fred followed Angelina outside and to the abandoned lake. She looked slightly confused, and she paced back and forth in front of the lakes shore.
"You think he will be able to play?" She asked.
"Yeah." Said Fred. "He's all right, I think."
"I just can't get my mind of Quidditch, and what I'm going to do if I'm out of a beater next game…" Angelina started.
"I think I can help you get your mind off that…" Fred answered.
He moved forward to her and kissed her lips softly. She stayed stiff for a moment of surprise, but then melted against him. He kissed her lips softly once more, breaking away and looking into her eyes. Then he moved in again, pulling her mouth gently open with his tongue and sliding it in.
He put his hands on her hips, and moved her slightly closer, staying gentle.
Angelina pulled him in closer to her, and began to put more force into the kiss, moving against his body with hers.
"You're a real softie, you know…" She muttered, underneath his lips.
He pulled her onto the ground and she lay over him, sitting on his stomach and grabbing his robes, pulling his head up closer to her. Angelina's aggressiveness made Fred's body tingle. He loved how she enjoyed being tough and he loved how she gave in to him, like he was the only one who could make her do that.
"Thanks Fred… you're really great, you know?" Said Angelina.
Fred only smiling and kissed her lips again, as she threw her head back and he began to kiss her neck again, softly and lightly, and then slowly.
Angelina smiled and got up, leaving Fred on the ground, yet again. He smiled up at her: there was no sense asking her to come back to him… she was happy being a tease.
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And that was that chapter… lol! I hope you guys liked it, and I hope that these are good. I'm going to really start going into depth with the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in the next chapter, and there will be a lot more about George and Alicia. Well, tell me if there is anything you want to know or maybe even change, and I'll keep you posted! Bye!
-Kit