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-A/N: Once again, thanks for all your encouraging feedback. The old story was around 15 chapters, so I think this re-post will probably be around the same length.

Lots of Love,

Gene Kelly

Phyll- Angelina's reaction to either events have not even taken place yet, because neither of them happened yet in the story. This story roughly follows the actual events of GOF, and if you read Angelina's entries, the Triwizard Tournament hasn't even started yet. In this chapter, it has only begun. Harry has just gotten picked by the goblet and that's it. Cedric hasn't died, the Yule Ball hasn't even happened, and the very last statement of Angelina's diary even says: "Anyway, I think the First Task is going to be sometime next week. I wonder what they're cooking up…" Therefore, it's safe to assume that the events that you have mentioned are coming up in the next chapters. Sorry if this response sounded a bit rude, that was never my intention, but I just wanted to clear up your confusion.

November 1

Dorms

Oh brother, I know I'm going to be absolutely exhausted for classes tomorrow. Today was an interesting day, to say the least. Let me start at the beginning. I woke up around ten-thirty, showered and then got dressed. Alicia was already up and was waiting for me with Katie in the Great Hall.

We ate and finished breakfast around eleven-thirty. Then we decided to have a walk outside. I was surprised that I needed a jacket but it wasn't as cold as yesterday. The sun was faintly shining, resting comfortably in the pale gray clouds, like a fatigued runner after a marathon. We walked around, even saw Rita Skeeter lurking in a bush, probably trying to get a few photos of Harry or something.

She's such a git. I've read some of her articles and they're all nonsense, no truth. Just by looking at her, you can tell she's sneaky. After that, Alicia insisted that we go to the library, because she needed to check out some books for her Ancient Runes essay due tomorrow.

As we were walking out the library door, Lee rushed up to us and before we could protest, Katie was off with Lee. Alicia and I went back to the common room, where she decided to gather her books, go back to the library and finally start her homework from last week. This left me, of course, hopelessly alone.

I had no idea where Fred was, so I didn't feel like looking for him. Besides, what would I say? Katie was off snogging Lee in a dark corner, so I really wanted to keep my breakfast in my stomach and not splattered across the floor, thank you very much. Alicia was occupied with her homework, so it would be rude if I started bothering her.

With much reluctance, I went upstairs and got my potions book, a roll of parchment, my quill and ink bottle. I remembered that Snape said there would be some written test this week about the uses of an herb we were studying, so I figured it wouldn't hurt if I jotted down some notes.

People came and went, some I knew personally and said a quick "hello" to and others I knew only by face. But for the most part, I was totally alone. About nearly two hours into this, the common room door swung open and spat out Fred.

Just the sight of him made me nervous, but the fact that he was minus George and Lee made me beyond fidgety. Did he know I had been talking about him to Alicia and Katie? Would he even care?

Fred easily spotted me and waltzed over with a smile. His hair was all over the place and I figured he had been gallivanting around the castle with George, commencing practical jokes and abruptly fleeing the scene of the crime.

He sat right next to me on the couch and observed my actions for a moment before speaking.

"Homework on a Sunday afternoon? Have you gone insane?" he teased.

I threw him a smirk and put down my quill. I moved the parchment and my things towards the other end of the table, so neither Fred nor I would accidentally knock them. My hand was starting to cramp and there was only so much you could write down about Castillus herbs until you were repeating yourself.

I leaned back into the cushions of the sofa, turning my head to gaze at him.

"Maybe. But that's only because you're always bothering me," I joked.

He laughed.

"You know you love me."

I felt my smirk turn into a sad smile, my eyes darting to the polished tabletop.

"I guess so," I softly responded, hiding the melancholy nostalgic tone that had entered my voice.

He was quiet for a moment, the grin less vibrant, then lay on the couch, his back down and his feet stretched out in front of him. This of course, presented a problem. Because Fred was so bloody tall, his lanky legs took up my half of the couch, leaving me without space. I stood up and hovered over him, my hands on my hips, glaring at him though I wasn't angry.

"That's really considerate of you, Fred. I was sitting there first!"

There were plenty of other empty chairs but I didn't feel like using them. I don't know what it was. Maybe I just liked picking fights with Fred.

A slow grin spread onto his lips as he rested his hands behind his head.

"Well, if you're so persistent on claiming this space as your own, you're welcome to join me," he cunningly offered.

I gulped, my eyes widening a bit. The only way I would be able to get on the couch was to lie on top of him! Should I…would I? I went against my better judgment and situated myself on top of the prat, my head resting to the front on his chest.

Like it was natural habit, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I gingerly wrapped them around his waist. I guess you could call it cuddling. I could have sworn that his breathing got heavier, like he was nervous or something. But I don't know. I could hear his heart beating. The rhythm was as fast and sharp as the steady pounding of a drummer boy going into battle.

His shirt was soft and smelled like Irish Spring Soap. I didn't realize it at the time, but I kind of nuzzled my nose a bit into his shirt because I couldn't get enough of the scent. Am I a loon or what? He smelled really good, as well. It was a mixture of smoke (probably permanent from all those experiments George and him conducted this summer), vanilla and whatever cologne he was wearing.

It was somewhat intoxicating, being so physically close to him and blanketed in silence. It was one of those silences when you're on the edge, waiting for the other person to make a move, all the while, wondering if you should be the one to do it.

I don't think he minded my apprehensiveness though, because I felt his hands start to absentmindedly toy with my hair. I hadn't the effort or attention span to straighten it today, so I had put as much hair gel as I thought necessary and let my hair stay down and in loose waves. His legs kind of intertwined with my legs and it felt nice, like I was being protected. I didn't protest or beg to differ though. I was too caught up in the moment.

"Where'd you go today?" I mused.

He continued twirling a piece of my hair and I closed my eyes, wishing this would never end.

"Oh you know, did the usual and terrorized the castle with Lee and George. But then Lee met up with Katie and of course, Forge and I didn't want to witness any tonsil hockey. We went to the kitchens to see if we could smuggle some food. After that, we were walking around again but then George spotted Alicia heading into the library, so he ran off as well. And so, here I am," he murmured.

God, it felt so nice being held in his arms. I had lost all common sense and sensibility. And he was the only one that could make me feel like that.

"How come you aren't with Olivia?"

The question nearly killed me to ask but I just had to know.

He was silent for a moment, picking up another piece of hair to twiddle.

"I didn't feel like it," he simply mumbled into my hair.

"Really?" I whispered.

"Really."

My eyes were still closed and I adjusted my grip on his waist, my fingers meeting a patch of skin that had escaped the covering of his shirt, which had risen up a few centimeters.

I felt him shiver a bit but ignored it. It didn't mean anything. There was probably a draft or something, right?

"Your hair smells nice," he huskily whispered.

At this my eyes flew open and I inwardly panicked. That weird serenity that had been bestowed upon me vanished and I felt nervous all over again.

"Thanks. Uh…um…I use this stuff- it's really…cool shampoo," I stuttered.

Once again, I had turned into a bumbling idiot the minute I realized exactly what was going on.

He laughed, the vibrations tickling against me.

"I love sitting here, with you, like this. I mean-"

He abruptly stopped himself midway, not wanting to give away too much. I nodded and turned my head upward at him, the tip of my nose skimming his. Our lips were barely an inch away, our eyes locked. It felt like just like that night in my dorm room, after the broom ride. I felt the strong urge to just grab his face and kiss him but fear and doubt paralyzed me.

Besides, he had a girlfriend. I wasn't the type of girl to steal another person's boyfriend.

"I know what you mean," I whispered, my lips barely moving.

Fred smiled, his arms moving from his shoulders down to my waist, faintly stroking my lower back.

And the only thing I could mentally say to myself was…OH. MY. DEAR. GOD.

How did I end up in this position?

"Angelina-" he hoarsely began.

My eyes widened, my heart stopped for a bit. I didn't know what he was going to say but I could hope. He started to open his mouth to continue, his eyes twinkling but not from mischief, when all of a sudden the door swung open and our friends barreled in like a herd of elephants.

I felt my cheeks go red with humiliation as Lee let out a chuckle, Katie and Alicia gleefully gasped and George shouted, "Woah there! What do we have here? Looks like we walked in at the wrong time!"

Fred and I both tried to stand up, but due to the fact our legs were wrapped around each other, we went toppling to a mangled heap on the ground.

When we finally stood up, Fred and I were about five feet away from each other. I guess it was because we both were so embarrassed. I know I was.

"What do you want?" Fred growled, which was a little below a snarl.

Lee chuckled, looked at George and the red head winked.

"Oy, Fred, did we interrupt you at a bad time? Because we can come back in five minutes, if that's what you need."

"Sod off, George," I fiercely muttered, my eyes cast to the ground.

"Now Fred, do we need to give you the old birds and bees pollinating flowers talk?" Lee jested with a smirk.

"Lee dear, it's the "birds and bees", Katie dramatically whispered.

At this, everyone except Fred and myself burst into outrageous laughter.

"All right, all right. You've had your fun. Really, what do you want?" I seethed.

Alicia wiped a tear from her eye, clutching her side and wheezing out a reply. Her other hand was on Katie's shoulder, acting as a pillar of support.

"We just came to tell you dinner's being served. But it looks like you two have skipped right from the main course to the dessert!"

And then everyone burst into more hysterical laughter, as Fred ushered me out of the common room and to the Great Hall.

After an awkward dinner, the six of us headed back into the common room. I'm not quite sure who it was, but someone got the bright idea to play spin the bottle up in my room. I grumbled but everyone ignored my protests. Fred was silent, his face emotionless, as though he were mentally miles away from the rest of us.

Alicia lead the way to our room and after moving some of our dirty clothes off the floor, we threw some pillows down for "seats" and all of us sat down. We didn't have a bottle, but that wasn't a problem. Lee transfigured one of my shoes into an old-fashioned, glass Coca-Cola bottle. In order for the game to work, we organized our seating into boy-girl, boy-girl. So it went like this:

Lee, Katie, Fred Alicia, George, myself.

I was a little uneasy about sitting directly across from Fred, due to the incident earlier that day but he seemed to not care. But that could be due to the fact he was ignoring me.

Lee spun first and landed on Alicia. He kissed her on the cheek, due to the fact George and Katie were giving him the evil eye. Alicia went next and landed on Fred. She gave him a quick peck on the lips. Fred spun next and I held my breath.

Please don't be me, please don't be me, please don't be me.

I repeated this in my head about twenty times, until the bottle officially stopped.

And then I felt everything I'd eaten rush up into my throat.

George let out a bark of a laugh.

"All right Fred, pucker up and kiss Angie!"