A/N:Sorry, I would have updated this earlier, but for some reason, I was under the belief that I hadn't finished the chapter, but...I think its good as it is. Let me know what you think. And thanks to all my reviewers. My faulty memory isn't telling me who reviewed and said what for the last chapter.
Fred and George glanced up just as the great hall doors opened. They were sleepily eating their food, or pushing it around, as the case may be. In the doorway stood Alicia and Angelina, both looking fiendishly satisfied with themselves. That, Fred and George told each other with a look, was never ever good. Make the never evers about 50 times stronger and it would still be relavent to what they were talking about. They were talking about really really really bad. Both of them subconsciously slumped down, moving their spoons about in their grayish brownish oatmeal. They couldn't lean back more, as they were on benches, not chairs. The two girls now had the entire attention of the hall, as they were making such a dramatic entrance. Their hips swayed and they swung their arms loosely.
Professor McGonagall looked as if she wanted to murder the two girls, but Dumbledore simply glanced at her, with twinkling blue eyes and she deflated from her deep breath. She settled instead, for glaring beadily at the two girls who took no notice of her. Instead, they settled themselves next to the two weasley twins who, for once, looked entirely frightened. Angelina sat on Fred's right, snuggling right up to him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "Its soo nice to have you back from there, Fred" she murmured coyly. Fred shot an alarmed look at George and could feel his arm creeping around so that it rested around her waist. "Th-there?" he stumbled.
"Yes, there. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." She smiled coyly up at him.
"..and I just think that it is absolutely spiffing of you to come back to us right before Christmas, after all, we knew you were thinking of us." Alicia was saying to George, who had a similar look of confusion and terror on his face. Normally, it was the twins who could handle the girls, however, it seemed, not this morning. Ron, who was sitting a few people away was shaking all over. The tips of his ears were bright red, pretty much signifying that the rest of him was too. He was bent over into his cereal, so that you could not see his face, but his hands were trembling, even though they were clamped on the table, his knuckles white from the pressure. Short bursts of air were coming from his mouth and Hermione was frowning at him.
"T-there was all nice, b-but it sure is nice to be back here with you Angie." Fred muttered, looking down. A flash of annoyance crossed Angelina's face, like a ripple in her beautiful chocolate skin.
"Fred, I think I forgot something back in our room, d'you want to help me get it?" George said, looking as if he wanted to be as far as possible from the two girls. Katie, who had made a less obvious entrance than Angelina or Alicia, was sitting a few seats down, smiling into her food, seemingly amused by the antics of her friends-in-arms. Fred and George hurried out of the hall, heads down and ears red.
As soon as the doors closed behind them, Alicia and Angelina relaxed, resuming their normal posture and demeanor. They grinned down at Katie and gave her small thumbs up signs. Yes, they definitely were backing the twins into a corner. Hermione was looking at them, appearing as though she wanted to say something.
"You might not want to discover where they went." She said quietly, looking directly at Alicia, as she was the one most likely to understand. She unconsciously ran a hand through her hair.
"So says you." Angelina cut in. She tossed her head. "I, however, can not handle one of my friends disappearing for a long time and then just popping back into my life and expecting everything to go on as if it were normal." Hermione sniffed rather loudly and turned back to Harry and Ron who were placidly eating their breakfast, trying to wake up for their first class.
Angelina frowned at Alicia and mouthed wordlessly towards her. She does have a point, Alicia thought to herself. Usually, if the twins are being closemouthed, it is something we don't want to know about. Alicia picked at her oatmeal. Now she felt bad, as George usually never kept stuff from her and the one time he did, she bugged him, in a sexual way when they'd only first kissed yesterday. It wasn't quite a snog, yet, but it wasn't quite chaste. Cuddling, she mused. It was cuddling. And it was quite sweet. Something in her pulled whenever she thought about it, deep down in her stomach, a nice warm sensation. She supposed it was the attraction she had held for George for the last year or two. "I don't think Hermione's wrong." Alicia said, carefully. "I think that's a good situation. I also think she knows exactly what the twins are hiding from us." She looked pointedly at Hermione, who, at Alicia speaking, had spun her head around to look at her but then looked away as soon as she started to turn it around on her. Her nose was almost touching her bowl of oatmeal and her ears looked like Ron's when he was embarrassed. "Yes, in fact, I'm sure she does." Alicia said, seeing this. "Hermione, beloved friend, feel like divulging your secret to us?" She asked, playing with her spoon.
"I can't. It wouldn't be right. That's their information to tell you." She said to her oatmeal.
"Just leave her alone." Ron cut in, looking fiercely at Alicia and Angelina, something he'd never done really before. Angelina looked as if she were about to something, but she bit her retort back at the expression of protectiveness on his face. I've got to apologize to George, Alicia thought to herself. She put down her spoon, no longer hungry and walked out of the Great Hall without saying anything to Angelina, who looked rather sullen and Katie, who looked confused.
She walked up the stairs towards the Gryffindor tower, and, turning a corner, she came face to face with Fred and George whispering in a corner.
"Yes, but-"George was saying.
"No buts, we can't tell them, they'll never be- Oh, Hi Alicia." Fred turned to look at her. George stared at her, with an impossible to read look in his eye.
"Can't tell me what?" she asked, knowing she was just digging herself deeper.
"Nothing that concerns you," Fred said sharply. George's face flashed a slightly pained face at his brother. Alicia noticed it and wondered, silently, if it were because of her. He normally seemed fine with whatever his brother said.
"George, can I see you for a minute?" she asked, already grabbing his hand and tugging on it.
"S-sure." He said, wrinkling his forehead slightly, a shock of bright red hair falling to his eyes, making him even more adorable.
Alicia walked off a bit and spoke in a low whisper. "George, I just want to apologize, I didn't realize earlier that it really might be something you shouldn't tell us. Hermione said something that started me thinking."
George looked slightly bewildered, and thoughtful, for once in his life. "That's alright?" he said. He leaned closer, an odd expression on his face. "Listen, if you come to the broom closet on the fifth floor, across from the portrait of Kane Hallifax at 9 tonight, I'll tell you where I've been." He shot a nervous look at Fred. "As long as you promise not to tell anyone. Fred doesn't want anyone to know right now, I think he's going to tell Angelina at some point, but don't let on to Angelina that you know, alright?" He gazed down into her eyes, intensely.
It was Alicia's turn to be nervous. "A-alright." She said, staring up at him. She leaned up and brushed her mouth across his, so that Fred didn't suspect anything. George's eyes widened ever so slightly, and he raised an eyebrow and smiled at her suggestively. She only blushed a little and walked away. George followed her, taking her hand and stopped her. He leaned in, kissed her and whispered "Anything for you, 'Licia"
