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November 20

Charms

So, sitting with Christian wasn't too bad. I thought that all the Beauxbatons students ate in their carriage or whatever, but I guess Christian made some friends in Ravenclaw and requested to sit with them last night. It felt so weird sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

I didn't really have any friends from that house. I mean sure, I knew some from Qudditch and all but I wasn't close with any of them. I sat next to Christian and Pierre sat across from him. Thankfully, Christian talked to me for most of the night. I was a little nervous that'd he'd go off into some conversation with a few Ravenclaws and thus leave me sitting there talking to no one.

But we talked and ate, Pierre throwing in a few side comments here and there. Christian told me about Beauxbatons and I informed him about Hogwarts. But no matter how much I was enjoying myself, I couldn't get Fred off my mind. More than twice I casually looked over my shoulder at the Gryffindor table, gazing at the back of his head.

I couldn't help but think I had taken this entire jealousy plot way too far. Or at least, the argument had gone too far. Usually, whenever Fred and I fell into a row, we'd end up making up in a day or at the most, two. But this was serious. Fred wouldn't even look at me from across the halls.

He had stopped speaking to me the night of the fight. Lee had called us both "absolute and extreme idiots" and George shrugged it off, saying, "Fred would come out of it soon." I knew both the boys didn't want to get too involved, so they both tried to act like the fight never happened.

Katie and Alicia played the parts of loyal friends and vowed to hate Fred, if I did. But I only gave them a hollow laugh and told them it wouldn't be necessary. This was between Fred and myself.

Although, I do have a sinking feeling that those two knuckleheads are planning some form of reconciliation between Fred and myself.

I was finishing off my dessert, when Christian nudged me in the shoulder.

"Anyone in particular you're looking for?" he politely questioned.

I threw him a sheepish smile.

"Am I that obvious?"

He chuckled.

"No, but after the eighteenth time I began to pick up on it," he teased.

I laughed, though still feeling slightly idiotic.

"He's nobody," I quickly informed.

He rose an eyebrow, then looked over my shoulder. He narrowed his eyes when his vision landed on a certain red head.

"It's that guy, isn't it? Frank?" he demanded.

I couldn't tell if he was annoyed but then again, I wouldn't blame him. How rude is it to invite someone to dinner and then have your date ogle another guy all night? Although I hadn't been ogling Fred, I guess it was just the same.

I shook my head, fiddling around with my napkin. I took a look at Christian's impatient expression then glanced back down at my plate.

"Fred. His name's Fred. And sorry if I've been spacing out but Fred and I got into a fight the other day. I'm afraid we still haven't made amends and it's just been bugging me," I briefly summarized.

Christian certainly didn't need to know the entire story.

"Well, I'm not sure what the circumstances are but this Fred is a loser to fight with you."

I snorted and looked up at him. Christian threw me his trademark, shy smile and gingerly placed his hand on my knee. Now, I can't say I protested but I caught myself wishing that had been Fred's hand and not Christian's.

"So, this Friday. Would you like to get together again after classes?" he warmly questioned.

Now the hand that was on my knee began to tenderly massage it. Once again, I certainly wasn't protesting but if you want the honest truth, it made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I shifted on the bench, hoping that maybe he would take his hand away. For a moment he stopped massaging my knee. But then two seconds later, it was inching past my knee and creeping up my thigh.

And that's when something Lee had mentioned popped into my head, turned on a loudspeaker.

"I don't know the specific details, but it was a bet to see which guy could sleep with the most Hogwarts girls."

Could he have been right? I had initially thought that Christian was a gentleman. But his current actions were steadily proving me quite wrong.

I hesitated.

"Well…"

Christian brightened his smile, shooting me puppy-dog eyes.

"Please? I understand if you have other commitments, but I really love spending time with you, Angel," he admitted, my nickname heavily drenched in his French accent.

At my nickname, Lee's words floated out of my head and were replaced with the image of Fred. The first happened to be that fiery look in his eye after we kissed. At the broaching of the memory, I could practically still feel the taste of his lips.

"God, Angie, I've wanted this for so long..." he had mumbled.

The memory faded away like the end of a movie reel and transformed into a scene from our fight. He had been the one to instantly take a disliking to Christian.

He had been the one to treat me like a little kid, strongly requiring that I stay away from him. And besides, what did he care? It's not like we were dating or anything. So really, it wasn't his business who I dated. I took a peek at Christian's hand, which was resting in the middle of my thigh.

Besides, I argued to myself, Fred was no better than Christian. Sure, Christian wasn't a perfect gentleman but Fred certainly didn't treat his girlfriends like fairy tale Princesses. Why should I even listen to relationship advice from a guy like him?

So, going against my better judgement, I smiled at Christian and delicately positioned my hand over his hand on my thigh.

Smiling sweetly up at him, I huskily replied, "That would be great."

November 24

Care Of Magical Creatures

Fred and I had to be partners today. I think it was some sort of twisted scheme of Alicia and Katie. But it didn't work. Fred and I didn't talk to each other, unless necessary. His tone was very clipped and icy, though every time I took a glance into his eyes, I got the impression he wanted all of this to end as much as I did.

But it's definitely a battle of pride. Both of us are too stubborn to apologize first. Besides, I think he owes me an apology. Let's observe the evidence, shall we?

Who was the one that ran away after the kiss?

Fred.

Who was the one that avoided the other after the kiss?

Fred.

He's been the one instigating all of our arguments. He's just upset because I won't take any of it. Unlike all his other minions of girlfriends, they sit and paint on a picture perfect smile and say, "All right, Fred. If you say so!"

Myself, on the other hand, does not deal with it so easily.

Don't tell anyone I said this, but he looks really cute when he's concentrating. In this case, he was concentrating very hard to ignore me.

Saw Christian earlier today. I waved heartily, with this big cheesy grin, just to piss off Fred. Christian waved back and winked. Much to my joy, Fred scowled and started muttering curse words.