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Chapter Three: To Dance or not to Dance?
"Oy, Angelina! Hurry up!" Angelina could hear Fred's voice echo up into the girls' dormitory. For the seventh time in ten minutes.
"She'll be down when we're done!! After that snowball fight, she needs proper time to get ready!!!" Alicia snapped back at him opening the door a peak.
"Are you guys almost done?" Angelina asked. Katie and Alicia- who had not joined the snowball fight earlier; which had been great- were giving her a 'makeover'. Apparently they had bought her dress robes in Hogsmeade without her and were completely 're-styling' her- closing eyes and all- for the Yule Ball.
"Yes- we are." Katie informed her, a few smudges of eye shadow on her eyes later. Angelina finally opened her eyes to face a mirror and gasped. Was that really her?
Her sleek brown hair- usually just pulled back- was long and wavy. She had eye shadow, blush, glossy, metallic rose lipstick, a matching color eye shadow, and light mascara- all brightening up her face. And her dress robes! They were gorgeous- the same color rose as her eyes and lips! She looked liked one of the models in Teen Witch Magazine!
"Oh my God, you guys! How did you manage this? How can I thank you?!?" Angelina hugged her best friends- who were equally as beautiful.
"Well... it took a lot of research..." Alicia began.
"And a lot of fun shopping time!" Katie added.
"But it's worth it! Oh, Ang! We all look great! Let's go to that Ball and show those guys who rules the Quidditch pitch!" Alicia cried as the three- arms linked- strode down into the deserted common room, where an impatient George and Fred were waiting in matching blue dress robes. They turned around to face them at the same time.
The girls tried not to smile as the twins' mouths dropped to the ground. Fred quickly recovered though as he took Katie's arm.
"So- where'd you girls stash the rest of the polyjuice potion?" He joked. Angelina rolled her eyes. It was amazing how he could both insult and compliment a person in the same sentence...
"Yeah, well you must have had one too many of your Chango Chocolates. It seems to have had a permanent effect on you." It wasn't the best comeback she could come up with, but Fred smiled anyways as the group made their way to the Great Hall. Katie met up with Brian, the Ravenclaw, on the way- and the group chatted anxiously about the group that would be singing there.
As soon as they entered the great 'ballroom', they went and sat at a table. The room was filled to the brim with people in dress robes- dancing, standing, talking, and eating!
"Wow." Fred said plainly as he looked around. Angelina could barely stop looking at the ceiling- a beautiful snow filled the sky but the moon shone brighter than she ever remembered it before.
"There's so many people here!" She smiled.
"Well, it is a ball, mind you, Ang. Would you like something to drink? Punch maybe? Mum said in her letter that it's always nice to get your date punch..." He grinned mischievously.
"I think I'll get my own punch, Weasley. There's no wonder what you might do to it..."
"Damn. I was so close to enjoying watching you transform into a parrot again in front of all three schools..."
"Tch. Quite the charmer, aren't you?"
After getting the bright red punch in flasks, they sat down at a table. Angelina couldn't help but think of that kiss Fred had given her last night. Did he mean it or was it just his Weasley humor? Why didn't either of them mention it now? Why was she falling head over heels for Fred Weasley in the first place?! Ugh... it was all so confusing...
"Hey look! Hermione's with Krum!" Fred pointed out. Angelina followed his gaze and sure enough, there was the famous Bulgarian Seeker dancing with the famous British Bookworm. It was a perfect match in Angelina's eye!
"And look. There's your little brother- sulking about it." She smiled, catching sight of Ron sitting alone, scowling at Krum and Granger. She had a feeling a love triangle was about to erupt...
"Poor ickle Ronnikins." Fred grinned sarcastically. "I'll torture him about it later. To dance or not to dance?"
Angelina had been so wrapped up in thought that she hadn't noticed that the loud, bouncy music had been replaced by a slow song- everybody was getting up to slow dance to it.
"Not to dance." She grinned sarcastically, taking his arm on the dance floor. "I don't want to dance at all. I mean, come on Fred! Who dances at dancing balls?"
"I'll take that as a yes... Come on..."
She placed her arms around his shoulders as his hands placed themselves at her waist. She smiled as she stared into his deep brown eyes...
"Hey, Ang?" His voice interrupted her trance like state.
"Yeah?"
"The song's over."
"Oh..."
They let go of each other and went back to sit down. Fred sighed.
"I'm bored here. Let's go somewhere else." He suggested. Angelina gave him a questioning look.
"Like where?"
"I dunno. Anywhere but here. There's too many people."
"Um... okay..."
With that he lead her out of the filled room and down the hallways. It was filled with trees and ice sculptures and benches- some accommodating people themselves who also left the crowded ballroom.
"Where are we going, Weasley?" Angelina asked him.
"You'll see!"
"You know I'm impatient!"
"Actually, I've always thought parrots as quite tolerant little creatures..."
"Oh, please!"
"Seriously though. It's the puffskeins that aren't patient..."
"Like you would know..."
They were outside now- and even though there was no wind, it was still cold as ice outside. The snowflakes gently fell on their rosy cheeks as Fred lead her to a tree- blocking the snow and cold from them.
"I would! I had a pet puffskein once. It was an adorable little thing. It died after five months, though..."
"Oh, Fred. I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be. I had used it as a bludger..."
"Fred!?!"
"What? I was seven!"
"Like that's an excuse. You act like you're six now!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't! I act like I'm five, thank you very much..."
"You amaze me sometimes, Fred..."
"Oh, like I did last night?"
That was the conversation breaker. After avoiding the topic all day, it had finally come up.
"Don't flatter yourself, Weasley..." She cracked out. He just grinned as his eyes lit up.
"Oh, come on, Ang. You can't tell me that you had expected that."
"I knew what you were going to do all along. There- I just did."
"Oh, please. You're a horrible liar. You know you enjoyed it."
Silence. Angelina couldn't bring herself to speak. She was feeling way too many feelings for this boy; love, anger, and more anger.
"See, I know you enjoyed it." He told her again, meeting her icy stare with an 'I-told-you-so' one.
"And how would you know that?"
Almost instantly Fred backed down.
"Because," he whispered, turning away. "I enjoyed it..."
It took a minute to realize what he was saying- and then Angelina felt better than she ever had in her life. She put her hand on his shoulder and turned him towards her.
"You're right then, I guess."
"Right about what?"
"Must I explain everything?! Here..."
And before she knew what she was doing, before she could stop herself, she pressed her lips onto his. And then they were deepening the kiss as it became more passionate... Then they pulled away.
"Oh. I get it now." Fred smiled. Angelina rolled her eyes. Suddenly it wasn't as cold out as it had been before.
"Let's get back inside before everyone else thinks that we're doing something elsewise..." Fred put his arm around her as they headed back towards the castle.
"Fred. Elsewise isn't even a word..."
"You'll live."
And so they went back inside together, silently for once, and met up
with the others at the Gryffindor Common Room...
Chapter Three: To Dance or not to Dance?
"Oy, Angelina! Hurry up!" Angelina could hear Fred's voice echo up into the girls' dormitory. For the seventh time in ten minutes.
"She'll be down when we're done!! After that snowball fight, she needs proper time to get ready!!!" Alicia snapped back at him opening the door a peak.
"Are you guys almost done?" Angelina asked. Katie and Alicia- who had not joined the snowball fight earlier; which had been great- were giving her a 'makeover'. Apparently they had bought her dress robes in Hogsmeade without her and were completely 're-styling' her- closing eyes and all- for the Yule Ball.
"Yes- we are." Katie informed her, a few smudges of eye shadow on her eyes later. Angelina finally opened her eyes to face a mirror and gasped. Was that really her?
Her sleek brown hair- usually just pulled back- was long and wavy. She had eye shadow, blush, glossy, metallic rose lipstick, a matching color eye shadow, and light mascara- all brightening up her face. And her dress robes! They were gorgeous- the same color rose as her eyes and lips! She looked liked one of the models in Teen Witch Magazine!
"Oh my God, you guys! How did you manage this? How can I thank you?!?" Angelina hugged her best friends- who were equally as beautiful.
"Well... it took a lot of research..." Alicia began.
"And a lot of fun shopping time!" Katie added.
"But it's worth it! Oh, Ang! We all look great! Let's go to that Ball and show those guys who rules the Quidditch pitch!" Alicia cried as the three- arms linked- strode down into the deserted common room, where an impatient George and Fred were waiting in matching blue dress robes. They turned around to face them at the same time.
The girls tried not to smile as the twins' mouths dropped to the ground. Fred quickly recovered though as he took Katie's arm.
"So- where'd you girls stash the rest of the polyjuice potion?" He joked. Angelina rolled her eyes. It was amazing how he could both insult and compliment a person in the same sentence...
"Yeah, well you must have had one too many of your Chango Chocolates. It seems to have had a permanent effect on you." It wasn't the best comeback she could come up with, but Fred smiled anyways as the group made their way to the Great Hall. Katie met up with Brian, the Ravenclaw, on the way- and the group chatted anxiously about the group that would be singing there.
As soon as they entered the great 'ballroom', they went and sat at a table. The room was filled to the brim with people in dress robes- dancing, standing, talking, and eating!
"Wow." Fred said plainly as he looked around. Angelina could barely stop looking at the ceiling- a beautiful snow filled the sky but the moon shone brighter than she ever remembered it before.
"There's so many people here!" She smiled.
"Well, it is a ball, mind you, Ang. Would you like something to drink? Punch maybe? Mum said in her letter that it's always nice to get your date punch..." He grinned mischievously.
"I think I'll get my own punch, Weasley. There's no wonder what you might do to it..."
"Damn. I was so close to enjoying watching you transform into a parrot again in front of all three schools..."
"Tch. Quite the charmer, aren't you?"
After getting the bright red punch in flasks, they sat down at a table. Angelina couldn't help but think of that kiss Fred had given her last night. Did he mean it or was it just his Weasley humor? Why didn't either of them mention it now? Why was she falling head over heels for Fred Weasley in the first place?! Ugh... it was all so confusing...
"Hey look! Hermione's with Krum!" Fred pointed out. Angelina followed his gaze and sure enough, there was the famous Bulgarian Seeker dancing with the famous British Bookworm. It was a perfect match in Angelina's eye!
"And look. There's your little brother- sulking about it." She smiled, catching sight of Ron sitting alone, scowling at Krum and Granger. She had a feeling a love triangle was about to erupt...
"Poor ickle Ronnikins." Fred grinned sarcastically. "I'll torture him about it later. To dance or not to dance?"
Angelina had been so wrapped up in thought that she hadn't noticed that the loud, bouncy music had been replaced by a slow song- everybody was getting up to slow dance to it.
"Not to dance." She grinned sarcastically, taking his arm on the dance floor. "I don't want to dance at all. I mean, come on Fred! Who dances at dancing balls?"
"I'll take that as a yes... Come on..."
She placed her arms around his shoulders as his hands placed themselves at her waist. She smiled as she stared into his deep brown eyes...
"Hey, Ang?" His voice interrupted her trance like state.
"Yeah?"
"The song's over."
"Oh..."
They let go of each other and went back to sit down. Fred sighed.
"I'm bored here. Let's go somewhere else." He suggested. Angelina gave him a questioning look.
"Like where?"
"I dunno. Anywhere but here. There's too many people."
"Um... okay..."
With that he lead her out of the filled room and down the hallways. It was filled with trees and ice sculptures and benches- some accommodating people themselves who also left the crowded ballroom.
"Where are we going, Weasley?" Angelina asked him.
"You'll see!"
"You know I'm impatient!"
"Actually, I've always thought parrots as quite tolerant little creatures..."
"Oh, please!"
"Seriously though. It's the puffskeins that aren't patient..."
"Like you would know..."
They were outside now- and even though there was no wind, it was still cold as ice outside. The snowflakes gently fell on their rosy cheeks as Fred lead her to a tree- blocking the snow and cold from them.
"I would! I had a pet puffskein once. It was an adorable little thing. It died after five months, though..."
"Oh, Fred. I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be. I had used it as a bludger..."
"Fred!?!"
"What? I was seven!"
"Like that's an excuse. You act like you're six now!"
"No I don't!"
"Yes you do!"
"No I don't! I act like I'm five, thank you very much..."
"You amaze me sometimes, Fred..."
"Oh, like I did last night?"
That was the conversation breaker. After avoiding the topic all day, it had finally come up.
"Don't flatter yourself, Weasley..." She cracked out. He just grinned as his eyes lit up.
"Oh, come on, Ang. You can't tell me that you had expected that."
"I knew what you were going to do all along. There- I just did."
"Oh, please. You're a horrible liar. You know you enjoyed it."
Silence. Angelina couldn't bring herself to speak. She was feeling way too many feelings for this boy; love, anger, and more anger.
"See, I know you enjoyed it." He told her again, meeting her icy stare with an 'I-told-you-so' one.
"And how would you know that?"
Almost instantly Fred backed down.
"Because," he whispered, turning away. "I enjoyed it..."
It took a minute to realize what he was saying- and then Angelina felt better than she ever had in her life. She put her hand on his shoulder and turned him towards her.
"You're right then, I guess."
"Right about what?"
"Must I explain everything?! Here..."
And before she knew what she was doing, before she could stop herself, she pressed her lips onto his. And then they were deepening the kiss as it became more passionate... Then they pulled away.
"Oh. I get it now." Fred smiled. Angelina rolled her eyes. Suddenly it wasn't as cold out as it had been before.
"Let's get back inside before everyone else thinks that we're doing something elsewise..." Fred put his arm around her as they headed back towards the castle.
"Fred. Elsewise isn't even a word..."
"You'll live."
And so they went back inside together, silently for once, and met up
with the others at the Gryffindor Common Room...