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Chapter Two: Thin Line
"I hate you, Fred." Angelina stated for the bizillionth time as she finally left the hospital wing.
"I'm sorry! We didn't know it would turn you into part-parrot- honestly!"
"Oh, yeah! Then how come you kept saying 'Paulie wanna cracker?' and laughing!?! Hmm?"
"Because- it was pretty funny, you have to admit, Ang..."
"Oh- sure! I'd like to see you become part parrot! It hurts! I could barely walk with those little, perching feet!"
Fred just chuckled and ducked while she through a fake punch at his head.
"I hate you..." She told him- again. He rolled his eyes.
"Honestly woman! You need to find some new material! Oh yeah- didn't you know that there is a think line between love and hate?"
"Oh puh-leese! Get out of my sight before I stick that chocolate up your arse!"
"Touchy, aren't we? Didn't you forget that I'm your date for tomorrow night at the Ball?"
"Oh don't worry- I remember. And I regret it..."
"Aw, come on. You have to admit, I'm pretty good looking..."
"Conceited prat..."
"Ha! So you admit it then!"
"Oh, shut up, Fred!"
"Sorry- I can't. Unless you push the off button, my mouth just keeps moving..."
"Ugh! Thank the Lord you're twin isn't half as annoying as you are!"
"Don't be talking about my brother like that, you suck-up."
"I am not a suck up!"
"Are too! At least you were to Oliver Wood last year- even now though we don't have Quidditch this year! You wanted to be captain this year- I'm not stupid."
"That's different and you know it."
"Pf. Please..."
"Don't you 'please' me Fred Weasley!"
"You don't want me to please you? Hmm. That's different... Usually girls want their dates to please them, but I guess that in your case I can just annoy you more."
"I hate you."
"Let's see... Who do you hate more? Me or George?"
"You."
"Me or Lee?"
"You."
"Me or Oliver?"
"You."
"Me or Marcus Flint?"
"Hmm... you."
"Me or..."
"Let me get that for you. You."
"Fine! Me or Snape?"
"Grr... You got me!"
"See- you can't possibly hate me as much as you hate Snape!"
Somebody in the hallway cleared their throat.
"Well, well, well... Mr. Weasley, Ms. Johnson. Out past curfew are we? And paying disrespect towards a Professor that, oh, happens to be me!" Snape spat out. Uh-oh, thought Angelina. That definitely was not good! Snape had listened in to their whole conversation on their way back to the common room! Speaking of which, where were they anyway?
"My dear, old Professor Snape! You see, it's all a misunderstanding. I was escorting young Angelina here back from the Hospital Wing. What she meant by hating you was that she hated the potion she read in one of her books in your class. She made it wrong and got all full of blue pimples. That's why she was in the hospital wing in the first place." Fred lied to his face. Wow, she thought. He is a great liar though... Wait! Did he just tell Snape...? "Twenty five points off of Gryffindor! Now get to your dormitories- now!" Snape ordered, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yes sir- right away." Fred smiled, grabbing Angelina's arm, turning the way that lead to the common room. Angelina knew where she was now.
"Nice quick thinking, smart arse." Angelina said sarcastically. "A potion that gave me blue pimples? Oh yes- Snape'll let me live that one down!"
"It was either that or it made you turn plum purple whenever you sneeze. But the pimples had a better effect..." Fred smiled. Angelina hit him on the back of the head.
"Stupid git. I can't believe you made me turn into a parrot in the first place!"
"You didn't have to pick up the chocolate and eat it. I'm just so good-looking that you lost your head when I asked you out. Nothing can be done about that."
"Oh, please! Do you really want me to get Granger to look up a charm that does turn you into the ugliest person on earth?"
"Hmm... I honestly wouldn't mind. But you might get made fun of for being the date of the ugliest person on earth. So for your sake, I say 'Please! No! I beg you not to!' Plus, Granger wouldn't do that to me."
"Don't be so sure..."
"I will be, though. Hey- what's your middle name?"
"Ugh. I knew this would come up some time or other. Six years and I was almost through!"
"Is it really that bad?"
"No- not really. Why do you want to know my middle name?"
They were finally there. Angelina whispered the password to the groggy Pink Lady and they entered the deserted common room.
"Oh, just a thing me and George are creating- a charm that curses the person whose full name is inscribed on it. We only have one made so far."
"You were going to test it on me!?! Why not find Malfoy's middle name and test it on him you cruel, heartless, idiot!"
"One; there is no way I would go within five feet of that idiot- I don't want to risk catching his disease of Jerkitis. Two; if I was heartless I wouldn't do this, would I?"
Just then, Fred stooped down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips- leaving Angelina dumbfounded. Fred grinned.
"Night Ang." He waved before heading up the stairs.
Oh my Gosh... Angelina thought. He did not just do that. This is a
dream. An odd dream. And odd dream but a good dream...
Chapter Two: Thin Line
"I hate you, Fred." Angelina stated for the bizillionth time as she finally left the hospital wing.
"I'm sorry! We didn't know it would turn you into part-parrot- honestly!"
"Oh, yeah! Then how come you kept saying 'Paulie wanna cracker?' and laughing!?! Hmm?"
"Because- it was pretty funny, you have to admit, Ang..."
"Oh- sure! I'd like to see you become part parrot! It hurts! I could barely walk with those little, perching feet!"
Fred just chuckled and ducked while she through a fake punch at his head.
"I hate you..." She told him- again. He rolled his eyes.
"Honestly woman! You need to find some new material! Oh yeah- didn't you know that there is a think line between love and hate?"
"Oh puh-leese! Get out of my sight before I stick that chocolate up your arse!"
"Touchy, aren't we? Didn't you forget that I'm your date for tomorrow night at the Ball?"
"Oh don't worry- I remember. And I regret it..."
"Aw, come on. You have to admit, I'm pretty good looking..."
"Conceited prat..."
"Ha! So you admit it then!"
"Oh, shut up, Fred!"
"Sorry- I can't. Unless you push the off button, my mouth just keeps moving..."
"Ugh! Thank the Lord you're twin isn't half as annoying as you are!"
"Don't be talking about my brother like that, you suck-up."
"I am not a suck up!"
"Are too! At least you were to Oliver Wood last year- even now though we don't have Quidditch this year! You wanted to be captain this year- I'm not stupid."
"That's different and you know it."
"Pf. Please..."
"Don't you 'please' me Fred Weasley!"
"You don't want me to please you? Hmm. That's different... Usually girls want their dates to please them, but I guess that in your case I can just annoy you more."
"I hate you."
"Let's see... Who do you hate more? Me or George?"
"You."
"Me or Lee?"
"You."
"Me or Oliver?"
"You."
"Me or Marcus Flint?"
"Hmm... you."
"Me or..."
"Let me get that for you. You."
"Fine! Me or Snape?"
"Grr... You got me!"
"See- you can't possibly hate me as much as you hate Snape!"
Somebody in the hallway cleared their throat.
"Well, well, well... Mr. Weasley, Ms. Johnson. Out past curfew are we? And paying disrespect towards a Professor that, oh, happens to be me!" Snape spat out. Uh-oh, thought Angelina. That definitely was not good! Snape had listened in to their whole conversation on their way back to the common room! Speaking of which, where were they anyway?
"My dear, old Professor Snape! You see, it's all a misunderstanding. I was escorting young Angelina here back from the Hospital Wing. What she meant by hating you was that she hated the potion she read in one of her books in your class. She made it wrong and got all full of blue pimples. That's why she was in the hospital wing in the first place." Fred lied to his face. Wow, she thought. He is a great liar though... Wait! Did he just tell Snape...? "Twenty five points off of Gryffindor! Now get to your dormitories- now!" Snape ordered, interrupting her thoughts.
"Yes sir- right away." Fred smiled, grabbing Angelina's arm, turning the way that lead to the common room. Angelina knew where she was now.
"Nice quick thinking, smart arse." Angelina said sarcastically. "A potion that gave me blue pimples? Oh yes- Snape'll let me live that one down!"
"It was either that or it made you turn plum purple whenever you sneeze. But the pimples had a better effect..." Fred smiled. Angelina hit him on the back of the head.
"Stupid git. I can't believe you made me turn into a parrot in the first place!"
"You didn't have to pick up the chocolate and eat it. I'm just so good-looking that you lost your head when I asked you out. Nothing can be done about that."
"Oh, please! Do you really want me to get Granger to look up a charm that does turn you into the ugliest person on earth?"
"Hmm... I honestly wouldn't mind. But you might get made fun of for being the date of the ugliest person on earth. So for your sake, I say 'Please! No! I beg you not to!' Plus, Granger wouldn't do that to me."
"Don't be so sure..."
"I will be, though. Hey- what's your middle name?"
"Ugh. I knew this would come up some time or other. Six years and I was almost through!"
"Is it really that bad?"
"No- not really. Why do you want to know my middle name?"
They were finally there. Angelina whispered the password to the groggy Pink Lady and they entered the deserted common room.
"Oh, just a thing me and George are creating- a charm that curses the person whose full name is inscribed on it. We only have one made so far."
"You were going to test it on me!?! Why not find Malfoy's middle name and test it on him you cruel, heartless, idiot!"
"One; there is no way I would go within five feet of that idiot- I don't want to risk catching his disease of Jerkitis. Two; if I was heartless I wouldn't do this, would I?"
Just then, Fred stooped down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips- leaving Angelina dumbfounded. Fred grinned.
"Night Ang." He waved before heading up the stairs.
Oh my Gosh... Angelina thought. He did not just do that. This is a
dream. An odd dream. And odd dream but a good dream...