Author: Thanks again for all the reviews. Yes, I'm still grounded, so SHH! Anyway, I'm gonna try to get to chapter 5 without my mum finding out. (mumbles) Stupid chicken…
Anyway, here's chapter 4!
Chapter 4 – The Lakeside Disaster
Fred sat up in his four-poster bed that night. He had shut the curtains and sat in the darkness. He tries to figure out what was wrong with Angelina. The only thing that came to his mind was the obvious excuse.
PMS he thought. But PMS doesn't hang around all year… so that can't be it… Now I'm back at square one!
It was pointless trying to figure out what was wrong with her.
She'll tell me in the morning…
He doesn't see that I love him! A BLIND man could see that I love him! Ugh, he's so stupid… but funny stupid… with nice cheekbones and really cute haSHUT UP ANGELINA!
She was still crying into her pillow. Faint sobs could be heard in the dorm if you listened closely. She flipped herself over and dried her eyes.
If only he knew what I did this late at night… If he knew I cried because of him, because of the pain he brings me, maybe then he'd realize that I love him.
She closed her eyes and fell into a fitful sleep.
It was sunny and bright outside on the Grounds that afternoon. Angelina and Fred were out hitting each other with sticks. Hagrid had told them before, 'Ya kids otta know, you'll be pokin' yer eyes out with that mess!'. To them, it was just pure fun. Angelina went to stab at Fred in the stomach.
"A ha ha! I've got you now, Weasley!" she screamed, thrusting her stick to hit Fred's stomach.
"Ow, Ang! That was my tummy!" he said, caressing his stomach. She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. Fred stood there in a state of shock.
"Oh Angie, you know I love you." He said kissing her lightly on the cheek.
Angelina woke up with a smile on her face. The dream that she had, had was a pleasant one.
If only it were true…
Katie Bell got to Astronomy class early that evening. The sun was just setting and the skies were a purpley-orange color. She walked over to the closest window to stare into the beautiful sunset.
Wow… it's gorgeous…
Someone walking up to the tower and making a horrible ruckus, however, interrupted her thoughts.
"Just tell me what's wrong! You're making me worry Angie!" Fred said walking into the tower backwards.
"Nothing's wrong! I just need to talk to you later, okay!" she said trying to keep her temper. It was sometimes hard not to get angry with Fred. He couldn't tell Mars and Mercury apart, he laughed at Uranus, he was completely focused on his joke shop, but he was, according to Angelina, the best person in the world. She knew she would regret it if she didn't tell Fred how she felt. If he found someone else, she would never forgive herself.
"Okay Angie. We'll talk tonight. Right after class okay?" he asked setting his books down on the desk. Neither of them seemed to realize that Katie was there until she greeted Angelina.
"Angie! Help, I didn't do my homework!" Okay, so it wasn't really a greeting, it was more of a plea for help.
"Too bad, do it yourself. I had to help that one yesterday!" she said pointing to Fred.
"Fine, I'll figure it out myself."
"Good."
Class had just finished. Angelina struggled to try and escape the stare of Fred. But he was determined to find out what was wrong with her. He ran up to her after class.
"Meet me downstairs, on the lake. You're going to tell me what's wrong or else I'm going to milk it out of you, Johnson." He said looking her in the eyes.
The ground was cold and hard. When the two Gryffindors finally made it out to the lake, Fred asked.
"Angie, I know I'm not Katie or Alicia. Hell, I'm not a diary either. But I want to know what's wrong. What happened to the old Angelina? The one that made me laugh? The one that would help me pull pranks on Snape? Angie, I know she's still in you, tell me what's wrong." It was hard not to resist his piercing stare. His eyes were full of worry and compassion.
This is it. This is when you tell him.
"Fred, it's complicated." Angelina said looking out on to the lake. The moon was at a half-crescent. Its dim glow made the lake shimmer like silver.
"That's fine," he said. "I'll piece it together if I have to." She looked up at the stars.
"Fred, you know how in first year, all the girls had a thing for Oliver Wood? All of them except for me?" she said, still watching the shimmering lake.
"Yeah, I remember that. You said that he was, if memory permits, a 'stupid, self-centered prat who couldn't tell a Quaffle from a waffle'. Yup, I remember that. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, I liked someone else." She said rather quickly.
"You did? Who did you like?" he asked curiously. Angelina's heart was pacing 51/50.
YOU ASKED FOR THIS MOMENT! USE IT!
"I liked… erm… you're going to laugh at me…" she said turning her head towards him.
"I promise I won't."
"I liked you." She said turning pink. Fred's eyes widened in shock.
"Me? You liked me?" he asked. He was astounded. He had, had a thing for her in first year, but he never could've guessed Angelina had liked him back.
"Yeah, and that feeling never went away." She said. That was it. It was out in the open. Fred's mind was racing.
She still likes me? Wow… wow…
"It never went away?" he asked.
"Fred, I've liked you for the longest time. And as much as I've wanted my crying and complaining to stop, it never did. I wanted to stop liking you, to move on with my life, but I couldn't. Fred, as much as I wanted that feeling to stop, I really liked having it around." She said. Her heart felt less heavy. Her legs began to shake.
Oh Merlin… what's he going to say? I never really thought about this part… Oh, bloody hell…
"Angie," he said pulling her into a hug. "I've liked you on and off. It's just that, all those times that I didn't like you was because I thought you liked George. So, I would get mad at you. I would try and stop loving you. But it was hard." Angelina was in the hug thinking,
… Umm… so, does he like me back or something?
"I'm sorry, Ang." He said quietly. "But I've liked Katie for the past month or so." Angelina's entire body gave out. That was it. She didn't think, she didn't cry. She just, broke down. She stood there, silently.
"I'm sorry Angie."
Sure you're sorry, she thought. You're always sorry.
