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-Chapter 2 Start-

"Jesus Christ Fred! How many of those did you drink!" George asked his twin brother who, at the moment, was as wasted as any guy could possibly get. George was currently glaring at the empty bottles of Fire Whiskey on the floor. It was like a carpet of glass bottles! Fred just glared at him.

"Ah, lay off yah no good sonovabitch!" Fred said in a somewhat slurred voice as he did some sort of awkward wave. George looked to his twin who was sprawled on the seat of their compartment. With a sigh he said,

"Fred. We're brothers! Twins in fact! If my mum is a bitch, so is yours!" George said slowly like he was talking to a retarded child. But at the moment that was what Fred resembled. All Fred did to respond was gurgle slightly and wave his hand. George sighed again and stared at his brother. He was such a mess. When Angela had dumped him for some Slytherin guy, Fred took it as if it were a shot to the heart. George sat down and rested his arms on his knees then glared at his brother. Because one stupid break up was not a good reason to turn into a hard core alcoholic.

"Fred?"

"What?" The drunk twin snapped.

"Where did you hide the pills?"

"In the washroom." A long silence.

"I'm going to go get something for you okay? Don't go anywhere and make a goddamn fool of yourself while I'm gone." George said sounding a bit pissed off. Fred shot up from his seat and glared at his twin.

"It better not be that damn thing that makes me all…un-drunk!" Fred snarled. George rolled his eyes and didn't reply. He simply got up and walked out of his compartment to look for those pills Fred had hid in the washroom. The pills made you sober and Fred wasn't exactly happy sober hence he stole and hid them. George closed the compartment door and walked off sighing and talking to himself about how pathetic Fred had become. A black haired girl ran past him but he didn't do anything. She was sort of pretty and all. But Fred came first so he had to get the damn pills.

The compartment door opened and Fred turned to the door. He blinked a bit when he saw a girl about his age standing there. After a short pause the drunken boy swallowed all the spit that had accumulated in his mouth and wiped his face, making sure that there was no drool left.

"Celeste?" He asked with wide eyes. This was very surprising. He hadn't seen her in years! She sure had grown up compared to before. She was a lot skinnier, taller and she had boobs! Her hair was also a lot longer. Damn she was so much prettier than he remembered, even if she was in all black. The girl looked a bit nervous though. Especially when he mentioned her name.

"Celeste baby! How long has it been?" Fred got up from the chair and looked down at the floor. He tried to kick away the bottles on the floor to make space for her, barley succeeding. The girl continued to stare at him with as he started to toss out as much bottles as he could out the window. Once most of them were gone he turned back to her and put on a 'seductive' smile. But since he was as drunk as hell it looked more like a dirty, perverted look. Fred walked closer to Celeste and slowly closed the compartment door behind her.

"So how have you been? Talk to me baby." Fred whispered. The frightened girl opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. She was now blushing like mad. Finally she was able to choke out something.

"F-Fred?" She squeaked. He nodded as his smile grew. Her face got even redder as she looked down at the floor, which was now clear of bottles. Fred lifted her chin gently and stared down into her blue eyes. Suddenly there was a loud scream,

"CELESTE!" Fred looked up and around. With a smirk he turned back to her and said,

"I think it's for you." Suddenly to his surprise Celeste stared to remove her shoes and socks hastily. He blinked and opened his mouth to say something until she started to remove her shirt, exposing her white sports bra and the rest of her pale torso. Now the drunken boy's mouth hung open for a while then slowly turned into another dirty look. Quickly the girl opened his brother's trunk and threw her clothes in there. She pulled her wand out of her pants and pointed them at her nails, making the black nail polish disappear. Once she was done she put her want back in her pocket and let her hair down then put her hair tie in his pants pocket.

"Alright then. Make this look convincing!" Celeste hissed as she grabbed him by his shirt. She pulled him with such force he fell on her. The two of them were now lying down on the compartment seat with Fred on top. He didn't understand what exactly 'make it look convincing' meant but he was still having a lot of fun anyway! Fred lunged down at her, brining her into a rough and demanding kiss. Even if she had asked for something like this Celeste was still very surprised. Fred, very drunk, obviously wasn't himself. He parted her mouth forcefully and slid his tongue inside, not caring about she felt. Celeste was shivering. She was so nervous and didn't really want to do this. But…

"Celeste? Oh! I'm so sorry!" Celeste's mother had opened the compartment door and walked in on them. Fred had started to pull away so he could turn to the shocked mother but Celeste pulled him back. Fred raised his eyebrows and smiled as he continued to kiss her. Celeste heard her mother close the compartment door and storm away. The woman's calls and shouts grew distant. Celeste pushed Fred away instantly and whipped her mouth.

"What? What's wrong?" Fred asked as he blinked at her. The girl studied him and looked down wards. He was…hard.

"Nothing. Just…never do that to me again! Forget this happened. Actually that shouldn't be a problem. You're so wasted I wouldn't be very surprised if you forgot your birthday after the next time you wake up. Jesus. Did you count how many bottles you drank?" Celeste asked him, clearly very, very annoyed. Fred blinked stupidly then said,

"I lost count after fifteen. Now can we finish? I don't want to get a bad case of blue balls." Fred said like he was talking to some hooker. Celeste noted this and almost strangled him. Then again she did act like one. But she was desperate not to be found by her mom. And her plan did work very well. Her mom didn't find her. But now she had a new problem on her hands, which was how to deal with this drunken idiot.

"Look. I'm sorry about this. But I kinnda…only used you to get away from my mom. Okay? Now you're drunk and all so I know you won't remember this and actually get to hating me…I hope." Celeste said with an uneasy tone of voice. Fred just stared at her for a while then slammed his fist against the wall beside them, making Celeste jump.

"Damn it! What the fuck is wrong with you woman!" Fred shouted. Celeste looked even more alarmed now. Fred was now an angry drunk guy. Wow. She was in deep shit now. But she didn't say anything. Fred noticed she just looked around, listening to the sounds.

"CELESTE! Where are you!" Her mother screamed. The old woman was going in this direction again. Another dirty look grew on Fred's lips. Slowly he started to move closer to Celeste.

"She's coming back. Do you want me to hide you again?" Fred whispered to her. He was about to drool because he was so drunk, but he somehow managed to catch himself and swallow the spit. Celeste got nervous again and tried to move away, her face bright red. Fred noticed that she was now pressing herself against the wall. She heard her mother go past and she looked around.

"Okay! She's gone! You can stop now!" Celeste said, her voice quivering. But Fred didn't stop. He kept going closer to her and Celeste noticed his hand slowly making its way to her chest. Her face became even redder as she closed her eyes. Fred could see her shaking very clearly. But he didn't care. He couldn't. He was too drunk to be thinking straight. Suddenly the compartment door opened.

"Fred! What the bloody hell are you doing!" George shouted as he ran into the compartment. He threw Fred off Celeste and grabbed a couple of small white pills out of his pocket and shoved them inside his drunken twin's mouth. Celeste was just there breathing hard as she watched George hold his twin down.

"Come on woman! Get out of here!" George shouted at Celeste. The frightened girl nodded and opened George's trunk. She pulled out her clothes and just before she left she said to George,

"If he doesn't remember this, don't tell him about it." The girl looked at him with pleading eyes. George just stared at her for a while then nodded. And then Celeste ran off.

Celeste ran down the corridors of the train, wondering where she could go now. Her compartment was completely out of the question because her mother, if she was still looking for her, would look there before leaving. Celeste's heart raced. She was practically running around the place naked.

"So much for not running around like a stupid hamster!" Celeste grumbled, continuing her search for a place to hide. Once more, she stopped in front of some random compartment. This time she opened the compartment slowly to check if anyone was there. Luckily for her this compartment was empty. So she ran in the compartment, shut the blinds and then the door hastily. With the same speed, Celeste started to put her clothes back on before anyone came into the compartment. Soon enough Celeste was already tying her shoelaces. Once finished she let out a sigh of relief and plopped down on the floor and sat there.

"Why did I do that with Fred!" She screamed in her mind. Even if she was going to die she normally wouldn't have done that. She hated the prospect of kissing, hugging and or liking anyone except her parents. So why?

"Was it because it was…Fred?" Celeste whispered as she remembered those long hours of the days she would remembered the mischievous little ten year old she used to play with all the time. She would always wonder what he was doing at the moment, if he had found someone new, if he would think about her as well and other things like that. But when her thoughts went as far as dreams of him kissing her, she would push the though away. She didn't like it. She hated love, she told people all the time. But sometimes she doubted it. Did she really hate love?

"No! That's not right! I hate love and I don't like, like Fred! It wouldn't make sense!" But the confused and doubtful knew deep down that she was only lying to herself. But she didn't want to 'like' Fred or anyone else for that matter. She knew that when the idea popped in to her head she had to take off something. Her mother was sure to recognize her if she had all her clothes on. Surely her mother would recognize her daughter's all black attire. It wasn't because of Fred. Celeste could feel a hurricane of contrasting emotions whirl through her. The confused girl buried her face in her hands. She wanted to cry the pain away but couldn't. She couldn't just cry at will no matter how bad she felt unless someone like her parents made her cry. So she sat there on the floor quietly for a long time. She looked up slowly and her dark hair fell lover her face as she mumbled,

"Damn Fred. He tasted so much like alcohol."

-Chapter 2 End-

Author's note: Hope that wasn't so bad...