Hey again you guys! Lets see… I'm having a bit of a warning in front of this chapter, because there is a bit of stuff you need to watch out for. Part of that, is the content in this chapter. Abuse and sexual content, mainly. BE WARNED. Now, many of you are probably thinking, what's going to happen? Well, read to find out!

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Chapter 7- Broken Tears

George got up for breakfast and dragged Fred out of bed with him, pulling him along and out of the Common Room. He sat down in his regular seat across from Fred and grabbed a bowl of cereal, mixing it around. Lee was already there, eating bacon (his favourite food of all time) and flirting with Katie.

Angelina came in the room in a hurry. She sat onto the bench quickly and shoved food down her throat (which was something very odd for her to do considering it's Fred who is usually the bottomless pit).

"Angel hunny- I mean - Angelina, what the hell is the hurry." Fred said, all quite quickly.

"Quidditch. Teams. Captain. Lesson." She said through mouthfuls.

"Oh? Some sort of, Captain training?" Fred asked, no longer eating but looking at her intently.

"Yeah… gotta go!" She then jumped up, looked like she was about to kiss Fred's cheek but then made for a piece of toast to cover it up, and while running away, threw the toast in some first years face.

George exchanged glances with his twin.

"Odd…" He said slowly. "Looked like she was about to kiss you, mate."

Fred's ears went beet red and his face colour slowly followed suit. "Looking forward to detention, my brother?"

This shut George up.

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The day's lessons were all a bore. Fred constantly leaned over to tell his brother that he got another letter that afternoon: the place was theirs. George sat there thinking about what that really meant.

'Were going to have to take action soon then… it's all getting really real.' He thought through a boring Transfiguration lesson. His Tourtice hadn't changed to a teakettle yet. It still had its head, its body was now more circled and had a flowery pattern to it, and its tail curved into a bit of a handle.

After that class, it was dinner. George didn't feel much like eating, so he just watched Fred gulp down five times more than Lee had, and eight times more than Alicia or Angelina. Katie was a big eater, and was matching with Lee.

After dinner, George surrendered to grim defeat. He had to go to the potions room… it was Detention again. Alicia said she would walk him, and walked by his side.

"I hope you don't get yourself into more trouble, George." She scolded. "You don't want more detentions. Just keep your mouth shut and-…"

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Spinnet and the Weasel, together, yet again."

George swivelled around. He knew that voice all too well.

Flint.

Flint stood there with a wicked smile on his face.

"What do you want?" George snapped.

Flint smiled even broader. "Just came to warn Spinnet here, to watch her back." He said, winking at her and walking forwards.

"You keep your distance, Flint." Growled George through gritted teeth.

Flint's eyes slid over to George with a look of annoyance. "Why don't you piss off, Weasel?"

George stepped forward and moved himself in between Alicia and Flint.

Alicia trembled, backing away. Flint was really starting to scare her. He turned up everywhere, telling her to watch out and that he was watching her. She let out a small noise from somewhere in her throat.

Flint didn't say another word - he just stalked away.

George turned to Alicia and his angered expression softened immediately.

"Sorry about that," He said, starting to walk again.

Alicia tried to smile and answered, "That Flint! He's up to something, I know it."

George gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, and left her at the door of the potions classroom, where he would face Snape.

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Fred fell onto his bed, lying there and looking up at the ceiling. He turned on his stomach and put his head on his arms, closing his eyes. He didn't feel like doing anything. The Common Room was empty, and he liked how quiet it was.

After about five minutes of lying there, he felt a smooth brush against his lips. Then he felt something –or someone- crawl on top of him, sitting on his lower back and then lying on top of him, resting their head atop his shoulders.

"Hey…" Said Angelina.

"Hi, Angel." Fred answered, his eyes still closed.

Angelina began to kiss the back of his neck, and he felt waves of excited electricity surge through him once more, like every time she touched or kissed him. Angelina then began to massage his shoulders, kissing different parts of his upper back over his shirt.

She started to pull his shirt up over his head, and Fred helped her along, still lying there in a relaxed state. Angelina kissed his bare back, trailing kisses down his spine and back up again.

Fred turned over from underneath her, and looked up at her with contentment.

Angelina pushed the hair out of his eyes and ran her hand down his face, along his neck, over his chest and to his six-pack. She trailed her fingers over the ripples in his chest, and then moved her hands up to his shoulders, massaging them and then kissing his neck.

"Angelina…" Fred whispered, lifting her chin up with his finger so that he could look her in the eyes. "You're trying to hard."

Angelina bit her lip and stared into Fred's eyes. She didn't say a word; she just leaned in and kissed his lips. Fred sat up; their lips still together, and he pulled her closer to him as she sat on his lap.

Fred broke away gently, and she moved off of him to his side as he moved up the bed and rested his back against the headboard. She moved so that she was nestled between his chest and his arm. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him, putting his chin on her shoulder as they both stared out the window.

"You're beautiful…" He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek and then resting his head back on her shoulder.

They both felt that they could sit there together forever, and never be missing a single thing in their life. As long as they had each other, they had everything they needed. For the first time, Angelina stayed with him and she snuggled into his chest, content.

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George sat there, listening to the ticking of the clock and the scratch of a pen on paper, as Snape marked the papers atop his desk, saying aloud marks.

"A, A, A, oh… Flint… O, A, A, Slytherin… O, A, A, A, A, hmm… E, A, A… WEASLEY." Snape muttered as he raised his eyes to look at George. "George Weasley, in fact. What a coincidence." Snape didn't even look at the paper, but kept a steady eye on George. "T."

George felt his face grow red. He had worked so long on that paper. He was about to get up and protest, but he remembered that Alicia told him to keep his mouth shut. He just looked down at the desk he was sitting at.

Snape made an angered noise and then spat, "Fine, Weasley. Out. Now."

George was only happy to oblige. He walked out of the room and down the hall, sighing and relieved that the worst was over. As long as he didn't get another detention with Snape in the next month, he wouldn't go insane. He smiled at his own thoughts, and walked down through an empty, dim-lit corridor, on his way back to the Common Room.

"Come on!"

"Hel-"

"Shh…"

George stopped at the sound of two voices. They were muffled, but he could still make out what they had said. The first voice sounded like a male, and the second, a female. He knew it was none of his business, but he strained to hear what else they were saying.

"Shut it…" The boys voice said again.

It seemed that the voices were coming from the broom closet to his left. George raised an eyebrow. He decided he wouldn't bug them when he heard-

"Spinnet!"

He stopped dead in his tracks. Had the boy said what he thought he had? Spinnet? As in, Alicia Spinnet?

There was a rustle and then the boy spoke again: "Kiss me harder."

George's mouth fell open. Alicia was making out with some unknown guy (to him at least) in a flipping broom closet! His heart felt like it shattered into a million pieces in that one moment.

Silence.

"Get- Sto-" Alicia was stammering and her voice sounded much more blurred.

Probably because her tongue was stuck down his throat, George thought with anger and hurt, mixing in his brain.

Then Alicia spoke again, this time loud and clear so that there was no mistaking it. "Flint!"

George blinked several times. "What the hell?" He whispered to himself, in pure shock. So this was how it was? She pretended that Flint was awful in front of him, and then later, snogged him in broom closets? And tonight… he had been coming over to them so that he could shag her again, and she made up some bullshit story to fool him?

He was silent in mixed thoughts. When he snapped out of his thoughts for a moment, he listened to the rustling inside the broom closet. He was about to walk away when he heard someone crying.

"Get off me you evil, rotten…" Alicia began to say with a shaky voice and then:

SLAP.

He heard movement that sounded like a fallen body and then more crying. The crying was then drowned by something that covered her mouth. George didn't know what to think… did she want whatever was happening.

Another sob.

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(Meanwhile…)

Flint had taken off her bra finally, and she stood there trembling, trying to wrench herself from his grasp as he threw her shirt and bra to the floor. He began to pull up her skirt and push forwards to her, running his hands over her bare chest and pushing his mouth forcefully against hers.

"You know you like it…" He said in a low whisper to her ear.

He tried to kiss her again but she pulled away. He grabbed her chin in his hands and tried to pull her face to his with force, still running his hands along her body.

"Come on!" He said with frustration.

Alicia wanted to yell for someone. Anyone. "Hel-"

Flint threw a hand over her mouth. "Shh…" He whispered, straining to hear any sign of someone advancing on them from outside.

He pulled up her skirt higher, so it rested on the sides of her hips. He brought her legs up slightly and pushed against her, licking her neck and kissing it roughly. Alicia pulled her head away and tried to kick him, but he wouldn't let go of the tight hold he had on her body.

"Spinnet!" Flint said with anger. He pulled her in closer to him and moaned as he ran his hands over her body. "Kiss me harder." He ordered, holding his wand and her wand as well, up to her as a threat.

She did as she was told, and Flint pocketed his wand, throwing hers on the ground, out of her reach.

She was getting scared now. Flint was pushing against her harder and quicker… she had no idea how far he would go. "Get- Sto-" She tried to protest but he slammed his lips on hers and dug his hands into her arms, harming her. His hands gripped so hard around her arms that she yelled his name to try to stop him. "Flint!"

Flint released his tight grip from her arms and moved his hands along her sides until he reached her thighs and moved his hands underneath her, trying to pull off her remaining articles of clothing.

She was so frightened; she had no idea what she was going to do. How was she going to push off an older, stronger, boy? She couldn't contain her tears any longer, and they began to fall freely down her face. Flint looked at her with disgust, but said nothing, as he was too concentrated on taking off everything he could from her, but he couldn't seem to pull down her underwear from her thighs, as his fingers were large and clumsy.

Alicia took a breath of air and tried to steady her voice as she said, "Get off me you evil, rotten…"

She broke off as she saw the angered look in Flint's eyes, as he drew back his large hand and slapped her hard across her face. He hit her so hard and with such force as she ended up falling over to the side, and lying on the ground crying as she felt her cheek heat up and bruise.

Flint crawled onto her body and began to kiss her once more, sticking his tongue in her mouth and then stopping to look at her with a triumphant look upon his face.

Alicia tried to curl up and hide herself. She was ashamed and scared and alone, with some madman Slytherin trying to have sex with her. She drew a shaky breath and sobbed as tears ran down her bruised cheeks.

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George couldn't stop the gut feeling in his stomach, that something wasn't quite right. Why would Alicia, someone who had hated Flint and yelled at him and got hurt by him ever since the beginning of her time at Hogwarts, now be snogging him? And why did it sound like she was crying?

George pulled himself together and wrenched open the door to the closet, looking down to see Alicia, bruised and crying, underneath Flint, who had turned his head around to see who it was that opened the door. Flint looked terrified as he stared up at George, who stood there open-mouthed at what was happening before him.

"What the bloody hell?" He said in amazement and then his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed, and he stared at Flint with the most unbelievable hate that was ever possible. "What do you think your doing?" He growled.

"George!" Alicia whimpered in relief.

Flint stood up. "Oh? So now we're a hero, Weasley? Now you're going to beat the shit out of me for having a little fun?" Flint smirked.

George felt his face grow red. He was smirking. He was smiling, and mocking him.

Before he even knew himself, what was happening, he was on top of Flint on the ground, punching his face and body. He stood up and picked Flint up by the scruff of his unbuttoned robes and threw him against the wall, pulling out his wand and muttering under laboured breath. Flint was frozen like a statue and had fallen forward, lying on his face on the ground.

Then, very slowly, he turned towards Alicia, who was sitting on the ground, still in the closet. Her face was buried in her arms as she hugged her knees. He blinked his eyes a couple times as they softened from the anger that they once held, and he stood there in front of her, not knowing what to do.

"Alicia?" He whispered.

He walked over to her and she still cried softly. She looked up at him and then sniffed a couple times, rubbing her eyes and standing, covering the top half of her body with her crossed arms, and tugging her skirt down to its regular position.

"Oh my god, Alicia…" He whispered.

Then, he took her in his arms and hugged her closely. He wanted to be her safety. He wanted to hold her and make it all better. He wanted to love her and never leave her side. He felt her finally wrap her arms around him in return.

They stood there for a while in an embrace, and then George took her at arms length and stared into her eyes. He sighed and put a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Then, he took off his black robe coat, and put it on her. It was very large for her, but she held it close to her body like it was a perfect fit and made an attempt to smile up at him as he stood there in his white dress shirt, looking down at her with worry.

"Thank you…" She whispered.

George nodded. "We have to see Dumbledore."

"No!" Alicia said very suddenly, arguing with his steady and slightly angered tone. "No, we can't. No one can know about this except you, me, and him. And he's not going to tell anybody…" Alicia nodded over to Flint who lay motionless on the ground. "Unless he wants to get expelled."

"We have to tell Dumbledore!" George argued.

"No, you don't get it! Look, no one can know about this…" Alicia began.

George read her expression and sighed. "There is NOTHING to be ashamed of…"

"Just please… don't tell anybody, please! I don't want everyone staring at me thinking, 'oh, there goes that poor girl who couldn't fight against Flint'. And then behind my back, they all talk about how, 'unfortunate' I am. I don't want their sympathy! And I don't want Dumbledore taking extra percussions to look after the 'weak' student, and I don't want anyone knowing that I was infected and touched, and roughed around, by Flint!" Alicia stammered, keeping her voice calm but she couldn't control the tears that rolled along her already tear-stained cheeks. "Please, just… if you were going to do anything for me…"

George sighed and looked away. "I don't know Alicia… this is really serious."

Alicia's voice began to shake. "Please! George! Please… look. Don't make me wish you never rescued me and stopped this. I would rather have sat through that than have everyone know and everyone talk, and the rest of my life have to stand out as the 'poor and defenceless girl'. The worst thing I could ever have would be sympathy."

George held his breath and then looked to her eyes. "Are you saying you would have never told me if I hadn't been here?"

Alicia paused and seemed to be thinking about this. Then, with tearful eyes that looked through him, pushed into his mind and held nothing but truth, she answered: "You would have been the only person I would have told."

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I know that's an odd place to leave it, maybe, but I want cliffhangers, cause they are always good! Anyways, uh, get back to me people and review! Another note is that in the marking scene when Snape was reading aloud the marks, their mark schemes are different than ours. O is for highest, T is lowest and not acceptable, A is the 'you just passed' mark and E is in between highest and just passing, and finally, D is the fail, but still not as low as T.

-Kit