Chapter Five: Of Angelina
"I think you fancy her, mate." George said, sitting down next to his twin brother on the floor of their dormitory.
"Fancy who?" Fred asked, absentmindedly. He was still looking down at the notebook in his hand, his face screwed up trying to do the math for the inventory sheet for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
"Angelina, of course." George said as he looked over Fred's shoulder. "Fifty-four, mate."
Fred hastily scribbled down fifty-four, but then realized what George had said. Fred's ginger head sprung up as he glared at his brother.
"I do not, nor have I ever, fancied Angelina Johnson. Except in first year, but that was before I knew her. She's a filthy, rotten, good-for-nothing bit-"
"Fred, face it, you fancy her." George tried to stifle a yawn as he got up and flopped onto his four-poster.
"Fancy who?" Lee asked, walking in. There was a dazed look on his face, the one George and Fred knew to be the one he wore when with, or just after leaving, Katie. Behind Lee were the other two boys who's dormitory that was, Kylob Mongumeree and Jamie Payle.
"Angelina." George replied, nonchalantly.
"Oh, well, yeah. Of course you do, Fred." Lee said, with a shrug.
"Anyone with two eyes could see you drooling all over her, staring at her in class, and probably daydreaming that you're snogging her senseless." Jamie laughed. Fred's nostrils were flared now, but no one seemed to notice as they all laughed.
"The only person that probably doesn't know is Angelina, herself." Kylob put in, laughing even harder now.
"I don't fancy Angelina! I don't drool over her, I don't stare at her, and I don't daydream about her. You lot can just go to hell." Fred yelled before marching down the steps of the dormitory, through the portrait of the Fat Lady, and out onto the grounds.
"Tell me I fancy Angelina. I think I'd know who I fancy or don't fancy. The prats, who do they think they are? Honestly..." Fred mumbled to himself angrily as he walked over to a tree and plopped himself down.
"Besides, the last time I drooled on her was when I fell asleep on her hand and woke up to her screaming that I drooled on her. And, I don't stare at her...often. And the last time I daydreamed about snogging Angelina was...oh, damn. That was last week." Fred continued to mumble to himself.
"I don't even think Angelina's pretty... those chocolate brown eyes, and wavy brown hair, and her flawless skin. No, not pretty at all. That, that right there is beautiful. Oh, damn. I fancy Angelina." Fred said aloud. This statement was followed by a string of curse words most people never even knew existed. Fred sighed and slouched against the tree, closing his eyes and letting the sun fall on his ginger eyelashes.
A/N: Sorry this chappie is so short, I simply couldn't think of anything else. The next chapter will either be filled with fluff or molasses. Or both, we'll have to see what comes out of these fingers of mine, won't we? And, I'm gonna need a few more reviews, do you understand me?