Disclaimer: Do I have to do this every time? J/W. Only the plot's mine. Rest belongs to J.K. Rowling. Also forgot to ask last time...what's a C2 community? Hehe. I'm sure it's great, thanks for adding me, whatever it means. grins
George was a player. I knew it, the whole world knew it. But now I was feeling it. Last night I'd said I'd be ready. I was wrong. And now I was lying here, still in my ugly Martin Miggs the Mad Muggle pajamas at 11:30 on Christmas Eve. Angelina had left a while ago to check on "the state of things" as she called it, and so here I was, all alone. I'd stopped crying and was left to my thoughts, which weren't too much help as they weren't forming to clearly.
I was at a loss of what to do. Or what to think actually. I thought George genuinely liked mehadn't Fred said so? Then why was he back with Lisa? But that wasn't really the issue though...was it? I needed to figure out how to get myself out of all this mess.
My first instinct was to laugh it off like I'd known it was a joke all along and that I hadn't for one minute believed George's playfulness. That was what I was used to doing, it was a safe road. This way I would save myself a lot of embarresment. George would never know I'd taken seriously his stupid idea of a prank. But then, I thought to myself, the pain would never stop...he'd just continue to use me and I'd just continue to get my heart broken time, after time, after time...No. That wasn't what I'd do. I'd been a chicken for way too long. If I didn't tell George that the way he'd treated me yesterday was hurtful, I'd spend my whole life this way. It wouldn't do. I had to confront him. I was a Gryffindor, was I not? Ha.
I got up and dressed, put on my game face, and headed down the stairs. I looked around, but no one was in the common room except Katie, and Fred who appeared to be holding a piece of raw meat over what looked like a black eye on the left side of Katie's face.
"What the!" I cried, and ran down the remaining steps. "Katie, what--?
The girl grinned at me. "I got her for ya, 'Leesh!" she declared happily. "Mind you, she does have dead accurate aim, but I think you'll find she had it worse than me." She smiled rather nastily.
"McGonagoll broke it up," Fred went one. "Kate's got detention for a week but...she doesn't seem to care." He looked down at Katie with a mix of curiosity and admiration.
"No worries," Katie said bracingly, noticing the look of shock on my face. "See how George likes snogging her with a fat lip! Heh heh heh heh--"
"Calm down, Kate, I don't want you getting too worked up again right now. You need rest," Fred said seriously.
"Oh, go on," Katie pouted. "Who d'you think I am? Longbottom?"
I left them to their bickering and exited the common room. Well, maybe Katie thought getting a black eye and landing herself in detention was all good and fine, but I was pissed royally. George Weasley! If he hadn't gotten back together with that hag, none of this would have happened. I marched through the hall, determined to find the perpetrator, and instead coming across Oliver Wood.
Wood quailed under my glare. "Where is he?" I demanded.
"Alicia, I don't know if it's such a good idea for you to be--"
"WHERE IS HE?"
"Hospital wing with Lisa." And he darted down the hall, quick as a snitch.
The scene that met my eyes in the Hospital Wing didn't do anything to slow the rampage I was on. Lisa Turpin, covered in bruises and scratches, was lying in a hospital bed being held by George Weasley who was kissing every place on her face and neck that he could find that hadn't been damaged in Katie's assault.
White hot anger like I'd never known before boiled up inside of me like liquid fire. I let out a cry of rage and darted forward. I yanked George up by his hair and dragged him across the room to some far corner of it. I tried to find words, but couldn't. There was only one way to express my anger at the moment.
I slapped George as hard as I could across the right cheek. The boy that was a good 6 inches taller than me staggered, clutching at his face. A look I'd never seen George wear before spread across it.
"Alicia..."
"I don't want to hear it," I hissed and turned on my heel, heading toward the door.
"MISS SPINNET!"
Madame Pomfrey was now rushing over as fast as she could, pure shock written all over her face. I didn't feel like waiting to get in trouble.
"Take all the points you want, Pomfrey!" I declared. "'Cause I feel justified!"
And I marched out the door, slamming it shut as I went.
