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Gene.

November 5

Herbology

Well. Fred has been avoiding me like the black plague ever since that kiss in the common room. Every time he sees me, he jets off in the opposite direction. Do I have "BIG LOSER" written on my forehead in huge, black letters? I even went into the bathroom during transfiguration to check.

Fortunately, my forehead is free from any obscenities. Sadly, this does not explain why Fred has been doing every thing in his will power to avoid being in a ten-foot radius of me.

What did I do wrong? I barely even said anything after we kissed. He was the one that got all spooked and ran off. Bloody hell. Can this get any worse? Oh wait, YES IT CAN! Splendid. So, ever since Fred and I kissed, he's been glued to the bony hip of Olivia.

Wherever I go, if Fred isn't running away with the speed of an Olympic Sprinter, then he's snogging Olivia, his hands all over her. Is he doing this on purpose? Was I a horrible kisser or something? Did I have raunchy breath from all those mashed potatoes from dinner?

WHAT IS IT!

Sooner or later, I knew I would have to face the wrath of Katie and Alicia, so I told them yesterday during history of magic. George, Fred and Lee were oddly sitting in the second row, so the three of us grabbed some seats in the last row. Both Katie and Alicia were congratulating me until I told them about Fred's weird reaction. This ruffled their feathers quite a bit.

"What an asshole! What kind of jerk leaves after snogging you senseless?" Katie hissed, shooting razor sharp darts at the back of Fred's head.

Alicia chuckled, though highly disturbed by my information.

"One named Fred Weasley, that's who. That's all he said, "I'm sorry?" Nothing else that would hint as to why he got up and pulled a James Bond? Why in the world would he do that?" Alicia demanded.

I shrugged, absentmindedly scribbling down some useless notes, deciding that it had been a bad idea to inform them. I knew they only had the best of intentions but all I wanted to do was forget.

Besides, what did they know? They never had boy problems; just giggles of late night gossip about how George kissed Alicia on the cheek and how Lee wrote some gushy note to Katie.

They never had to deal with half the stuff I put up with.

"I dunno. He's Fred, which is the only explanation I can offer. Maybe I'm a bad snog? Do you think he ran off because he didn't want to hurt my feelings and tell me I suck at snogging?" I demanded, though inwardly knowing this wasn't logical.

Katie immediately shook her head.

"If you were a horrible kisser, he wouldn't have kissed you twice and for so long!" she softly proclaimed.

Alicia nodded zestfully.

"She's completely right. I think it isn't a matter of bad kissing, more so the subject of fear."

"What does that have to do with it?" I questioned, stumped.

Katie rolled her eyes.

"What we've been telling you all along! Fred's afraid he'll ruin the friendship part of your relationship. I mean, you two are really close. Fred's not a total idiot. He doesn't want to risk screwing everything up and losing you. It's kind of sweet, actually."

"Well, that's a great hypothesis Dr. Bell, but that doesn't help me. He's still going around with Skelo-Girl. Why do you think he likes her? Do you think it's because she's easy?" I sharply mused, my eyes darting up to glare at Fred's front-facing head.

Alicia snorted and stopped doodling on her roll of parchment.

"Most likely. Honestly, you're ten times prettier than her. Sure, she's skinny but her face reminds me of a seagull, all bony and scrawny. Besides, her head is way too big for her body. It's like one of those bobble heads!"

"She's like, a little twig, Angie! You could blow on her and she'd fly away," Katie snickered.

"Yeah, if and when they do shag, I'm surprised Freddie hasn't broken a few of her bones," Alicia added, chuckling to herself.

Katie and I wrinkled our noses at the thought of Fred having sex with anyone.

"That was a very bad mental image," I replied with disgust.

Katie nodded in agreement.

"The worst."

We then started plotting ways to reek revenge upon Fred. One of my favorites was putting an entire bottle of Nair, which is a hair removal cream, mixed into his shampoo and see how he'd look completely bald.

November 8

Dorms

Tomorrow is the first task. Fred is still ignoring me, Katie is still gone giggly over Lee and Alicia and George continue to flirt non-stop. And I'm still thinking that sometimes, isn't it funny how when you wish so badly for something and it comes true, you don't want it anymore?

November 9

Common Room

The first task was today. The school champions had to collect some sort of golden egg. Each person had to get past a dragon to collect the egg. Cedric did brilliant but Harry was the most clever, I think. He summoned his Firebolt! I don't think I would have thought of that. He was the quickest to get the egg, too. Harry and Krum got tied scores. The second task will be at half past nine, on February twenty-fourth.

It was so dangerous though. Everyone walked away with a good scrape or cut. I was so worried something awful would happen to Harry! Katie kept squealing with fright every time that huge dragon swiped at him. I was surprised the girls decided to sit with me.

I was pretty sure they would go scrambling to find George and Lee but they insisted they genuinely wanted to sit with me. Although, I wouldn't have been that upset if they had ditched me. There was this really cute French kid edging his way towards me.

He appeared to be a little shorter than the prat who shall not be named (Fred). He had spiked up, dirty blond hair and warm brown eyes. I offered him a smile and when he smiled back, his teeth were two sets of perfectly straight, pearly-whites. A total hottie. But when they plopped down, he went down a row and sat with two of his friends.

It kind of reminded me of back in the day, when the six of us all were just friends and didn't have any romantic interests or attachments with one another.

Sigh

Yep. Those were the days. They seem so long ago. Almost as long ago as when Professor Mcgonagall didn't wear her hair in that tight bun.

Same Day

Moments Later

Brilliant idea! If you can't beat them, make them jealous! Or in this case, Fred Weasley. Therefore, I'm going to do what Fred has been doing to me. Tomorrow, or sometime this week, just mark my word. I'll find out that French kid's name and make Fred so jealous, he'll be turning green.

Oooh Frederick Weasley, you'll be sorry that you EVER played around with Angelina Johnson!