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A/N: Hello again! I don't really have anything planned for this chapter but we'll see how it unfolds anyway! I apologise in advance if it's boring but I think my muses are taking an extended holiday. Hopefully they'll return before all my reviewers abandon me.

I'd like to thank all my loyal reviewers who review like every chapter of this thing. Meenal, Mere, Addy, Melissa, Potter-fanatic, Juvenus, Silver Arrow, piccolopiggy, oliverwoodschic and Vanessathemagnificent. Sorry if I forgot anyone but I'm in a lazy mood.

Chapter 12

The morning of the first Quidditch game against Slytherin, the Gryffindor team were seated together at the end of the Gryffindor table at breakfast. Everyone was incredibly nervous. Even Alicia couldn't eat and she wasn't actually playing.

"Eat something!" Oliver urged.

"I can't! I'll throw up," Katie moaned.

"A dry piece of toast is all I'm asking for."

"Fine, I'll eat your bloody toast," she mumbled. She snatched the toast from Oliver and took tentative nibbles

Angelina was being incredibly quiet. She sat between Alicia and Fred with her eyes closed. It was almost like she was meditating. While she wasn't looking Fred was helping himself to bacon from her plate. His appetite hadn't been affected at all obviously.

"You'll do fine," Alicia said in her most soothing voice.

"It's really windy and it'll be hard to keep track of the Bludgers," George voiced his concerns as he repeatedly stabbed a sausage with his fork.

"You'll do fine," Alicia repeated. She rubbed his back lightly.

He was surprised at the sudden physical contact but found it oddly comforting. She rubbed in a circular motion and George closed his eyes and tried to ignore the butterflies the size of Hippogriffs that fluttered around in his stomach.

"Thanks," he said softly and opened his eyes.

"Glad to help but I'm sure you'll do a great job out there." Alicia dropped her hand back into her lap and smiled awkwardly.

It wasn't like she'd never touched George before but such intimate contact was a new experience for both of them. There was an uncomfortable silence between them.

"Want the rest?" George offered his mutilated breakfast to her.

"Er, no, thanks"

"All right, team! Let's go!" Oliver announced with forceful alacrity.

Angelina opened her eyes and peered down at her empty plate. "Hey! Where did my bacon go? Fred!"

But he had already rushed out of the Great Hall. Angelina sighed and walked out slowly with Katie and Alicia. It was an overcast day and the wind was whipping around. The girls all pulled their cloaks tighter around themselves and ran across the grounds. As they approached the Quidditch pitch the Slytherin team walked out and blocked their entrance.

"Get out of the way, Flint," Angelina ordered.

"No need to get snappy, sweetheart."

"Excuse me? What did you call me?"

"Just leave it, Angelina, we can enter around the other side," Alicia pleaded.

"Oh, it's you, the little girl from the station. Where's your hero now?"

"Looking for me?" Oliver's voice drifted over.

The Slytherin's turned around to see Oliver and the rest of the Gryffindor team standing with their arms crossed.

"Oh, look, it's the champion himself," Flint spat bitterly. But he did falter slightly at the sight of them all.

"What is it with you harassing young girls?"

"Do you have a problem with me, Wood?"

"Ha! Do I have a problem with you? What kind of question is that? Of course I have a problem with you, you great prat."

Flint turned bright red and whipped his wand out of his robes. Oliver did the same as everyone yelled encouragement. Alicia was the only one who was horrified by the scene.

"Stop it!" she yelled.

Neither of them heard her and she turned desperately to George. He got the message quickly and stepped between the Quidditch captains.

"Come on, we don't need this distraction."

"Yeah, you're right. I'll sort you out on the Quidditch field, Flint." Oliver turned and walked back towards the change rooms.

"That would have been an interesting fight," Matt commented as he lead Alicia through the Quidditch stands.

"You actually want to see your best friend in a fight?" she questioned.

"Yeah, he could have taken Flint."

"We are talking about the same guys, aren't we? Flint is twice the size of Oliver," Alicia pointed out.

"Maybe so but Olly's brain is at least five times bigger than Flint's," Matt laughed.

Lee opened the door to the commentary box and the Gryffindor reserves followed him. Alicia had never been in the box and she looked around in awe. There were about seven padded seats in a row and the magical megaphone was on the middle one.

"Wicked view," Alicia noted.

"One of the perks of being a reserve," Brian, the reserve Keeper, said.

"I just hope I don't have to play a game this year," Alicia commented as she sat between Lee and Matt.

"Well, I've been a reserve for three years now and I've never had to play a game," Matt told her.

"Why would you want to be a reserve for three years?"

"I never really took to Quidditch. Both of my parents are Muggles," he explained.

"My dad is a Muggle, too! I used to play football but the Weasley's got me into Quidditch. My favourite Muggle sport is rugby league though."

"League, eh? Little too rough for me, I am quite good at football though. Maybe we could get together and have a kick around sometime."

"Sure."

Matt turned to Brian and began to discuss the upcoming game. Lee whispered to Alicia, "he just asked you out."

"No, he didn't. He just wants to play a little football," Alicia said, shocked at the very thought.

"You have to learn how to read the signs, Leesh, he wants you."

"Shut up. I'm twelve and he's fourteen. Really, Lee, you ought to learn how to read signs."

"Fine, don't listen to me then." Lee grinned and watched as students began to fill the stands.

Back in the change rooms the Gryffindor team was listening to Oliver's pep talk.

"Now, Slytherin may be bigger and more experienced than us but I know we can win this! The odds are stacked against us but the underdogs can cause an upset! Just believe in yourselves!" Oliver cried.

"Sorry, mate, but that wasn't much of a pep talk," George said.

"Frankly, I'm even more scared than I was before," Rachel moaned slightly.

"It's ok, Rach," Mitchell soothed.

Obviously it wasn't very soothing because Rachel slapped her hand over her mouth and dashed off.

"Great, our Seeker can't keep her head out of the toilet." Oliver paced around. This captain thing was a lot harder than it seemed.

"I better go hold her hair back," Mitchell said.

"Just get her to calm down a bit, Mitch. Now, as for the rest of you, I want you all to go out there and dominate. They're a better team on parchment and…well, they're a better team in the air too…but I think we can do this."

"Sorry, captain, but you suck at pep talks," Katie informed him.

"Thanks, Katie. I better go check on Rachel."

"Are you two ready to protect us?" Angelina asked the twins.

"We were born ready." George swung his bat and nearly hit Katie in the head.

"Why am I not reassured by that?"

"You know, Angelina, I would play better if I got a good luck kiss," Fred hinted subtly.

She smiled sweetly but shook her head. "Nice try, Fred."

"Katie?"

"Bugger off."

"Ok, let's get out there!" Oliver marched out the door.

Mitchell followed him out, dragging a very pale looking Rachel with him. The four second years trailed after them but as they reached the door Angelina pulled Fred back.

"What are you doing, Angelina?"

Without a word she leant over and pressed her lips on his. Fred dropped his bat on his foot in surprise.

"Good luck." She winked at him and walked out.

"Bloody hell," he breathed.

He retrieved his bat from the ground and ran after her. The team was waiting in a huddle as the Slytherin team was announced.

"Angelina just kissed me!" Fred told his team mates.

"Sure she did," George scoffed.

"She did! Tell them, Angelina!"

She shrugged innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"What do you mean? Just then! You kissed me!"

"Why would I do that?"

"But-"

"You can continue fantasising after the game. Let's go!" Oliver lifted off into the howling wind.

"I am not fantasising!" Fred yelled.

"Sorry, Fred, but I have a bad girl reputation to uphold and I can't go around kissing boys," Angelina whispered then smiled at him.

She took off too and Fred followed as Lee announced his name. The most amazing moment of his life had just happened and he couldn't tell anyone. He sighed and struggled to stay on course. The teams did a lap then landed by Madam Hooch. Wood and Flint shook hands with startling force and the game begun.

Fred tried desperately to concentrate on the game but couldn't get the kiss out of his head. A Bludger suddenly whizzed by his ear and George chased after it.

"Fred! Pay attention!"

In the commentary box Alicia had also noticed Fred's lack of participation.

"Something's wrong with Fred. That Bludger almost got him. He's totally out of it for some reason."

"Well, he better wake up soon because those Bludgers are particularly agitated today," Matt said.

"You've probably noticed the new faces for Gryffindor. There's the identical faces of Fred and George Weasley and the very beautiful faces of, Rachel Marsh, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell, who I might add is looking spectacular in-"

"Jordan!"

"Sorry, Professor."

"Weasley! Get into the game! Katie nearly got taken out by a Bludger!" Oliver yelled hysterically at the offending twin. He couldn't tell whether it was actually Fred or George.

Fred eventually got his mind on the game but when he did the score was already 100-30 to Slytherin. Angelina was feeling incredibly guilty and responsible for Fred's state. The kiss had been a spur of the moment type thing.

Of course she liked Fred but Angelina wasn't the type to have a fling. If Fred wasn't prepared for the long haul then she'd have to find someone more suitable and mature. Like Cedric for instance.

"Angelina!"

Her head snapped to the left, Mitchell threw the Quaffle and thanks to her quick reflexes she was able to catch it.

She took off towards the goal. A dodge and a weave brought her face to face with the Slytherin Keeper. It should have been an easy shot but needless to say her mind wasn't on the job and she missed by at least a few feet.

"Angelina! What do you call that?" Mitch yelled. From that moment, he made a decision not to throw the Quaffle to Angelina for the rest of the game.

"Gryffindor may as well have five players! The Beater - think it's Fred - and Chaser, Johnson, are totally inactive today! I suspect a lovers tiff!"

As soon as Lee said this Angelina and Fred stopped in mid-air to glare towards the box.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have said that," Lee whispered to Alicia as McGonagall tried to yank the megaphone off him.

"Perhaps," Alicia said thoughtfully.

Suddenly a hush fell over the crowd of students. Such silence could only mean one thing.

"It's Marsh and Higgs! They appear to have spotted the Snitch!" Lee exclaimed happily as he regained control of the megaphone.

Every player on the field stopped what they were doing, which in Fred and Angelina's case was nothing anyway, to watch the Seekers pursue the tiny gold ball.

Oliver had his fingers crossed. Rachel wasn't an experienced Seeker and was smaller than Higgs but she was faster. The Seekers were level now but Rachel was beginning to speed up. So, Higgs, being the Slytherin he was, forcefully shoved her away. Rachel veered horribly off course and collided with George.

"That was blatant cobbing!" Lee screamed.

Higgs snatched the Snitch out of the air and three quarters of the crowd booed incessantly. Unfortunately, Madam Hooch didn't agree with Lee and she awarded the win to Slytherin.

The players all landed and the Slytherins rejoiced. Rachel and George were nursing large bumps on their heads and Oliver was less than happy.

The Gryffindor team trudged back to the change rooms and sat in silence. The reserves and Lee joined them and surveyed the distraught faces around them.

"You tried your best," Alicia said.

"Well, sometimes your best doesn't get you anywhere," Oliver snapped at her.

"Hey, she didn't do anything," George said in defence of Alicia.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's all right. Wasn't it cobbing when Higgs hit Rachel?" Alicia asked.

"Not technically. It's a loop hole in the rule," Oliver explained.

"Wait till I get hold of him!" Mitchell said fiercely.

Rachel rubbed the back of her head. "Thanks for trying to be all macho about it, Mitch, but you know very well Higgs would squash you."

"The cobbing rule actually states that the excessive use of elbows isn't allowed but Higgs didn't use his elbow. He actually used his shoulder and shoulder jostling is perfectly legal," Oliver sighed sadly.

"That rule really needs to be reviewed," Matt said.

"There's nothing we can do now. We just need to practice harder. Three times a week should get us in top shape."

Everyone groaned and mumbled and shuffled out of the change rooms.

"Johnson! Weasley!" Oliver called them back for a second.

"What's up?"

"Look, I don't know what's going on with you two, nor do I want to know, but if you continue to let it affect your game again I'll be forced to bring in Matt and Alicia to replace you."

Angeilna said, "Nothing's going on,"

"Nothing at all," Fred agreed with a glance at Angelina.
A/N: Not a real great chapter. It also took me ages to write which is unusual for me. Anyhow, I've kind of lost my way with this story so I don't know what the next chapter will be about. Probably the Fred/Angelina/Cedric love triangle. I don't even know when the next chapter will be.

Well, at least I got their first kiss out of the way. Now the chapter title probably makes more sense to you. It was the first kiss of many to come. Please review despite my lack of inspiration. Maybe you can inspire me.