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TO MY REVIEWERS:

Thank you so much you guys! I was so nervous about putting myself out there & now I feel great, all thanks to you! Although I must admit, I feel very pressured to keep everyone liking this story...I'm really nervous. Hehe. I hope I'm still doing fine. Sorry about the typos in the last chap, I was in a rush to get it up. Won't happen again! And I'm also thrilled to hear you like the "different" couples I chose. I've only come across 2 other Katie/Freds & a few more Ang/Oli, but I love them both & I thought I'd put it out there. Now without further delay, chapter 3!

The bright blue eyes of Katie Bell appeared over the top of my Teenage Witch magazine. I stared at her. "What?" I asked.

It was Christmas Eve morning, Angelina had gone off to get us some hot chocolate, and Katie and I were still in bed. Now here she was interrupting my reading by peering over the top of my magazine. She was leaning forward and waving her bottom in the air impatiently.

"Sooooo," she said.

"So...what?"

"So! So, you and George, so!"

I pulled the magazine closer over my face. I didn't want her seeing me blush. As a rule, I never openly discussed my romantic affairs. I was always afraid of sounding like the typical teenage girl who didn't know when to shut up. And besides, weren't some things meant to be private?

"We're just friends," I said firmly, returning to the magazine. They had some excellent ideas on how to accesorize using makeup charms this month. Nothing Katie said could keep me away from that riveting read.

"Whatever! Just friends don't hold hands!" she cried, yanking Teenage Witch out of my hands and hurling it across the floor. "Spill!"

"I don't have anything to say," I said calmly, as Katie flung herself around as though she were having a seizure.

I started to grin. And I knew that now it was here, it wasn't going away. I longed for the protective cover of the makeup charms article, but thanks to the little booger that was two inches away from my face, that aid was now twenty-five feet away. And I sucked at summoning spells.

"Oh, fine. Okay."

Katie squealed with happiness, causing me to giggle a little myself as we layed down on the bed and bent our heads in close together. I was just going over the finer details of how George's green eyes had sparkled when he'd told me I looked like an angel, when Angelina burst through the door.

"Guys," she said a little warily, "I have some bad news."

"Not now, Ange," Katie said impatiently, waving her hand away to indicate Angelina's interruption was not important at the moment. "Alicia's just been sharing about her little rendez-vous with our very own George!"

We went back to talking, but Angelina stamped her foot.

"You guys..."

"Oh come off it, Ange!" Katie yelled angrily. "Can't you tell Alicia's just had a breakthrough? What on earth could you have to say that could possibly be more important? We don't care if you just got a bad manicure."

And she turned to me again, but I just waited. The sick look on Angelina's face was directed at me. I felt my stomach do a flip-flop.

"What is it, Angelina?" I asked quietly.

"It's--I--," But she didn't seem to have the strength to finish it.

"It's about George, isn't it?"

She swallowed hard and nodded.

"What happened?" I asked breathlessly.

"Oh, Allie!" she wailed, running over to me. "He's gotten back together with that stupid Turpin girl! I've just seen them snogging, oh 'Leesh, I'm so so sorry!"

I felt as though all feeling in my body had drained out of me and left a little puddle on the floor. As Angelina threw her arms around me and pulled me close to her, I just sat there, sick.

"I guess she stopped wearing purple then," I said faintly.

"That little tramp!" Katie yelled indignantly, getting up to her feet. "I'll deck her!" And she took off out the door and down the stairs.

"Katie, no!" Angelina yelled after her, but it was too late. She was gone, just like my thought process seemed to be.

"Oh Allie," Angelina moaned, looking in my eyes. I just layed my head on her shoulder and looked down at my hands. Less than 24 hours ago, they'd been held by George Weasley. Now his hands were probably wrapped around a girl twice as pretty as I'd ever be. I tried very hard to get my breathing back to normal, but it wasn't happening. Whatever I did, I wouldn't--

"Angelina!" I wailed, crying my heart out onto her shoulder. Too late.

"I know, I know," she murmured over and over again as she held me and I wept bitterly into her authentic unicorn fur coat, and she didn't even seem to care.