A/N: Hey you guys! Here is the third chapter of I'm Lost Without You. I'm sorry it took so long to get this put up here, but it just didn't want to be written. Personally, I think it's because I'm anxious to get to the next chapter. If you have a copy of the lyrics, you know what's coming. If you don't, well, you can probably guess.

I would like to thank all of the people who have reviewed this story so far, and even though I am too lazy and in too much of a hurry to write responses, know that your reviews were all welcome, and they made my day.

It'll probably be another week or two before I get the next chapter up, but do not despair. If you haven't already, go check out The Gryffindor Lion, my other Harry Potter fic. It's my little side project and I think it's going along pretty well.

Well, that's that. Sorry to go on for so long, but I had things I needed to say. Sorry to everyone who wanted to see the Alicia/Angelina conversation or the Fred/George conversation. I just didn't have the time to put that in. Hope you forgive me.

Tidal Waves

I will go down as your lover, your friend

Over the next few weeks, George and Alicia found themselves in the infamous position of Hogwarts' "it" couple. They didn't accept their position easily, and initially they could be found denying it to anyone they met, therefore assuring the general school population that they were, in fact, dating. Confronted with the reality that the entire school knew about them, they admitted to their relationship, earning a significant amount of teasing from their group of friends.

George was adamant in his belief that Fred was the one who had leaked the gossip. As a result of that, Fred couldn't get a word out of his twin for three full days. The Hogwarts' staff held their breaths. The days that he was privy to the patented "Weasley Silent Treatment" were not the most pleasant days of his life. (You try spending three days not talking to the closest person to you. Not fun, I assure you.)

The silent treatment was soon over, and the twins were talking again. The teachers exhaled. Havoc would again reign over the school. Fred never did admit to being the snitch, but it wasn't difficult for anyone to see that he was the guilty party. Fred had problems of his own to deal with, however. Chiefly: avoiding Angelina.

Why he was avoiding her was a mystery even to himself. All he knew was that he couldn't be alone with her, at all costs. He didn't trust his raging hormones around her as far as he could throw them, and when you think about it, that's not very far. So anyways, he was avoiding her, and so far he was doing a fairly good job.

During his Angie-free time, Fred planned pranks and thought a lot about why he had almost kissed his best friend. After a lot of consideration, Fred decided that it was all the fault of his teenage hormones. After all, Angie was his friend and he didn't think of her like that. How else could anything have almost happened?

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On a bright Tuesday morning, Fred woke up bright and late, ten minutes before classes started. Upon noticing the time, he threw on his uniform, grabbed a bar of chocolate from under his bed and ran out the door. He came skidding into the Charms classroom a half-second before the bell rang. Fred jogged over to sit beside his brother.

Looking around as Professor Flitwick called the roll, he spotted Angelina on the other side of the room, looking at him. When she saw him looking at her, she quickly turned away, but a little part of Fred gave a little jump from knowing that she had been watching him.

"Attention class," Professor Flitwick's squeaky voice cut through the idle chatter in the room. "As we have just about finished our current unit, I thought that now would be as good a time as any to give you your culminating assignment." As one, the class groaned. "Now, now, settle down. It's not difficult. You will be in pairs, after all."

When he said the word pairs, the class immediately turned to one another and began pointing and mouthing words at one another, trying to group off.

"No, no," said Flitwick. "I've assigned your pairs. We'll have Jordan and Spinet, George Weasley and Hubbles, Fred Weasley and Johnson, Searle and Tibideau..."

Fred glanced across the room at Angie. She was looking at him with an odd look on her face. He sighed. His plan for avoiding her at all costs had just gone out the window. Slowly he rose from his seat and made his way across the room to sit beside her.

"Hey," he said as he pulled out a chair for himself.

"Hi, Fred." she said back.

"What's this assignment about, anyways?" he asked. He hadn't really been paying attention.

She grinned and shook her head at him. How he had missed that grin. "All we have to do is research the spell that he assigns us, write a report on it, and learn how to do it. We then present it to the class."

"You call that all!" he cried. "Are you crazy, woman?"

"No, it'll be easy. Don't worry."

"Okay then, if you're so smart, what is this spell that we are supposed to be researching?"

Angelina looked at her partner with bewilderment on her face. "Fred," she said in an overly patient way, "It says on the little slip of parchment in your hand."

Embarrassed he unfolded the little scrap of paper and read it. A slow smile spread across his face. "The Infertility Spell?" He burst out in a fit of laughter. Once he had calmed down a bit he spoke again. "You have got to be kidding me."

Angie grabbed the piece of paper from him and looked at it. She too burst out giggling. "This is too funny! But Flitwick said that whatever was on the paper was what we were supposed to do... I guess we're going to be experts at infertility." She collapsed into giggles.

Fred watched her as she laughed. He thought she looked really pretty. Her brown eyes were shining with mirth and it made her look like a goddess.

'Wait a minute,' he thought. 'Why am I thinking this?'

'Because you like her,' said the little voice in the back of his head.

'No, I don't,' he thought at the evil voice.

'Yes, you do.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

'No.'

'Yes.'

"This is pointless." he said.

Angelina looked up at him. "What's pointless?"

"Nothing, nothing,"he said. She definitely didn't need to know that he was talking to himself. Shaking his head to clear it, the two settled down to work.

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One day, about a week later, Fred was sitting in the common room, staring at the fire when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning toward the noise, Fred saw Angelina walking up to him.

"Hey," she started, "we really have to work on our Charms assignment."

Fred, who had completely forgotten, tried to cover up his mistake. "Charms. Hey, that's like me. I'm charming."

"Nice try, Fred. I know you forgot." she said, trying to hide a smile at his antics.

"Aw... It was worth a shot though," he said sheepishly before getting up and following her out of the common room toward the library.

The two friends found a table at the back of the library and sat themselves down. Angelina pulled out a book on charms and together they began to read through it. From his seat beside her, Fred couldn't help breathing in the spicy vanilla scent that surrounded her. He felt himself being drawn in, but just as suddenly as it began, it ended, and Fred pulled away. Once again he tried to concentrate on the book in front of him, but he just couldn't. Just then Angelina turned to look at him.

"Fred," she said, exasperated. "Are you listening to a word I'm saying?"

Fred blushed.

"Of course I have. And I agree," he said hurriedly, trying to get out his little predicament.

"Ah... So you're saying that you're in love with Ron?" she laughed. Fred gave her a horror-stricken look, before he realized that she was only kidding. She knew that he hadn't heard a word.

He laughed too, and as he did, he caught a glimpse of something in her eyes. He felt himself being drawn into her for the second time in about as many minutes. He was moving closer, to what end he had no idea, and she was shifting toward him as well. Their eyes were locked on one another's and just as they were about to close the gap between them a loud cough sounded from behind them.

The two jumped around to see Lee Jordan looking at them with a smirk on his face.

"Not interrupting anything, am I?" he asked cheekily. Fred glared at him while Angelina hastily told him that they were working on their Charms project. Lee seemed to accept this excuse and he wandered away, no doubt off to find Katie.

After a quick glance at his retreating back, Fred and Angelina got down to work.

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Later that evening Fred was sitting alone in a chair by the fire, watching the flames and thinking about things. Mainly Angelina, but he liked to say things. That was where George found him and after some coaxing managed to get him to go up to their dorm room. Fred lay down on his bed.

"So... Lee said he saw you and Angelina in the library today." Fred sat up and looked at his twin. This couldn't be good.

"Yeah... Your point is... I saw Filch talking to Hoochie the other day. Doesn't mean that they're shagging."

"He said that it looked like the two of you were about to kiss."

"So what. It's allowed."

"I thought she was your best friend?"

"She is. So?" Fred didn't understand where this conversation was headed.

"So... I think you like her." Fred nearly fell off of his bed.

"What?" he exclaimed, "Are you serious? I think you must have hit your head. She's my friend, nothing more."

"That's what I used to think, but I'm not so sure anymore." George fixed his brother with a penetrating look, as if trying to read his mind.

Fred shook his head as if to clear it and spoke again.

"Well, you're wrong!"

"Why are you getting so defensive?" George asked, smirking.

"I'm not!" Fred was just starting to realize the implications of what George was saying. If he actually did like Angie...

"Yes you are!" George countered. "Just admit it!"

Fred began to think. If George was right... then everything he had been feeling when he was around her would make sense. The odd dreams he'd been having made sense too. Maybe... maybe he did like her. But she was his best friend. He wasn't supposed to like his best friend. He sighed.

"Maybe you're right..." he said to his twin, "but I don't know."

"Well, I know that my twin sense is always right. You like her, and I'd bet all of my joke shop plans on her liking you too."

Fred did a double take. He hadn't even considered that she might like him. And if George was that certain... He was the one with the girlfriend, after all.

"I just don't know. Go away. I gotta think about this," he said, laying back down on the bed. George laughed and made for the door.

Just as he was about to leave the room, George turned back to his brother and said, "Just talk to her. You know you're made for each other. Maybe you can't see it but the rest of us can."

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