A/N: Well, here I am again, folks! I'll keep this brief, since this is really just a filler chapter. Heh. It's almost kind of necessary, but not really. At all. I mostly wrote it so I'd have put up something really quickly… but then I finished writing the first part of the next story arc without typing it up… Uhm. But still! You get to read it, anyway.

Chapter 6: Stupid

"Stupid George." A stone dropped into the lake with a plop. They had gotten into another fight that morning after the latest in a long line of Strangers had left Fred's bed. In an attempt to regain a little of the closeness that they had once enjoyed, Fred had asked George to go to Hogsmeade with him. The trouble had started quite soon after that.

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"So, we'll all go the Shrieking Shack, right?" George had seemed happy enough that Fred had asked, so perhaps… Perhaps there was hope for them after all?

"Yeah, and then…" Fred paused and looked a George, curled up on a chair. "Wait, 'all'?"

George looked up. Red hair flopped over one of his eyes. "Of course. You, me…" He looked absolutely delicious, Fred just wanted to grab him and pull him close and… "…and Allison." Fred snapped out of his daydream of ravishing his brother at her name.
"You… invited Allison?"

"Well… Yeah, Freds." George looked confused. Ha! He would bring that woman, wouldn't he? "I mean…" There, George paused for a moment. "She is my…"

"I don't want her to come," Fred interrupted sharply. He didn't want George to say… To say that word. George looked offended at Fred's rejection of Allison.

"Hey, I said that one of your boyfriends could come, too!"

"They aren't boyfriends," Fred shot back harshly. "Don't call them that." The only one I would ever call that is you, George. Only you.

"Then, what's the problem, Fred!" George cried out. He sounded miserable. Oh, poor Georgie. Are you really so upset over me? Fred scrutinized his twin. He hadn't really noticed it before, but George was looking a little paler, the circles under his eyes a little darker and more prominent. Had he been sleeping at lately, since that time? Internally, Fred sighed.

"…Nothing, George. You go ahead and bring her." Fred turned his head away as he said it.

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"Stupid, stupid, STUPID George!" Fred threw stones until he couldn't find any more, until there was dirt caked under his nails from scrabbling against the ground, until his chest was heaving. "Stu…pid…" Tears made tracks in a dirty face. "I only wanted… to go with you…"

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A/N: See? I told you, a filler. Please RR! …I have nothing more to say! Vamoose! Scat! … -wanders away-