Disclaimer: I own lots of stuff but not the characters in this story unfortunately.
A/N: I'm back.again. My holiday was excellent (apart from dodging spiders and bush fires) and I'm feeling refreshed and ready to write. The beginning of the chapter takes place the day before the first Quiddtich game with Slytherin. Valentine's Day comes later in the chapter. I'll address reviewers at the end.
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Chapter 23
Everywhere Alicia turned people were whispering about the Chamber of Secrets. She ignored it like any rational person would. The idea that Salazar Slytherin had constructed a hidden Chamber in Hogwarts was farcical at best. Or so Alicia told herself.
For the most part she was able to forget about it but Fred and Lee were certainly not helping the situation by mentioning it every five minutes.
"What do you think is in the Chamber?" Lee asked.
"There is no Chamber," Alicia said for what had to be the hundredth time.
"Not this again," George sighed.
Lee ignored what they both said and continued thoughtfully. "Maybe it's a Chimaera. Or a Manticore! Wouldn't that be wicked?"
"Not particularly," Alicia said with an unpleasant scowl.
On a roll, Lee ignored her still. "It could be lurking around any corner. Just waiting to attack."
Right on cue, Fred leapt around the corner the three of them were approaching. Alicia shrieked and dropped her bundle of books. Lee burst out laughing and the way George yelped and jumped three feet in the air suggested he hadn't been in on the joke.
"Fred!" Angelina reprimanded loudly.
"You should have seen the look on her face!" Fred wiped tears of mirth from his eyes.
"It's not funny," George said through gritted teeth as he knelt to help Alicia gather her books.
Fred chuckled and picked up one of her books. "Sorry, Leesh, I just couldn't resist."
She snatched the book from him and added it to her pile. "Get away from me."
"Lighten up, Spinnet. Just a little joke. You remember humour and laughter?"
Alicia adjusted her books and stood back up. The fire in her eyes made Fred take a step back. "You can stick your bloody humour and laughter up your God damn arse!"
Everyone gasped and Alicia turned and strode away purposefully. George called after her but she ignored him.
"Whoa. What's with her?" Fred asked, bewildered by Alicia's uncharacteristic comment.
"Idiot." Angelina smacked him in the back of the head.
"You've done it now," Katie added shaking her head.
"What's the big deal? She doesn't even think the Chamber exists!" Fred rubbed his head and glared at Angelina.
"Are you blind?" George demanded roughly. "Anyone can see it's just bravado. She's frightened."
"Psychotic more like it," Lee murmured.
"Frightened? But she said-"
"It doesn't matter what she says!" Katie stomped her foot. "She's smart. She can sense the tension in the school. The teachers are on edge. Though she claims the Chamber doesn't exist she knows it does and she also knows the monster is after her and other students like her."
"She's scared and you've just made it ten times worse," George explained tersely.
"Whoops," Fred and Lee both said softly.
"Whoops, indeed."
"I should have realised something was up when you insisted on taking the long route back to the common room," Angelina sighed.
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Alicia ran the rest of the way back to Gryffindor Tower. She was about to give the Fat Lady the password when the portrait abruptly swung open. She stumbled back in surprise and dropped her books for the second time in as many minutes.
"Alicia? Are you all right?"
She stooped to retrieve her books once again. "I'm fine, Oliver. You startled me is all."
"Here, let me help you with those." He knelt in front of her.
"I'm quite capable of picking up a few books," she snapped irritably.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing at all!" she said. But she must have said it too loudly because Oliver captured her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. Whatever he saw reflected in her eyes made him frown.
"Is it the Chamber of Secrets?"
"There is no Chamber!"
"Of course there isn't. You have nothing to be frightened of," he said reassuringly. This only made Alicia angrier.
"Who said I was frightened?"
"Nobody, Leesh." He brought his face close to hers and his breath was warm on her cheek. "Just relax."
"I am relaxed," she whispered though she had no idea why she was whispering in the first place. Nobody was around.
Oliver gave a half smile and stroked her hair. "You're wound tighter than a spring. Chamber or not, you're perfectly safe. I won't let anything happen to you, Alicia."
His lips were only millimeters from hers and Alicia only just managed to suppress the sudden urge to snog him senseless. "I - I have to get up to my room," she stammered.
"Sure," Oliver said without moving.
They both remained frozen on the spot. Alicia's head swam. Partly from the closeness and partly from the delicious cologne Oliver was wearing.
"Oliver."
"You're not leaving," he pointed out.
"Oliver.you have my Transfiguration book," she pointed to his other hand that held her book in a white knuckled grip.
"Oh. So I do. Sorry." he handed it to her and blushed a little.
Alicia stood up on wavery legs that barely supported her. Impulsively, she bent and kissed the top of Oliver's head then hurried into the common room before she did anything else stupid.
Oliver was still kneeling in front of the portrait hole when Fred, George, Lee, Angelina and Katie returned.
"What are you doing, Oliver?" George eyed him suspiciously.
"I really don't know," he admitted with a small shake of his head.
"Are you all right?" Katie asked.
"I don't know that either."
Before any of them could reply he stumbled off down the corridor aimlessly, forgetting why he'd left the common room in the first place.
"Insane I tell you," Fred lamented.
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Alicia and Oliver didn't have much time to ponder the moment they'd undoubtedly shared for different reasons. Oliver was greatly angered by the rogue Bludger incident and he'd taken to questioning everybody on his or her whereabouts.
Alicia had concerned herself with the second attack that occurred the night of the game. Now it was becoming harder to dispute the existence of the Chamber so she just refused to talk about it at all. Angelina and Katie had attempted to coax her into a conversation but she simply went to study in the library.
She failed to find any peace in the library either. A handful of Slytherin's were huddled around a table. Alicia tried to back away without being noticed but they caught sight of her.
"Well, if it isn't our favourite little half blood," Flint sneered mockingly.
"Shouldn't you be hiding up in your room? You wouldn't want the monster to find you wandering the castle by yourself," said the girl to Flint's left.
"My mother's a witch," Alicia protested weakly.
"You think that will save you, Spinnet?" Adrian Pucey laughed coldly.
"The monster is only after Muggleborns," she stammered in reply and backed into a bookcase.
"Correction, the Heir of Slytherin is after any student with Muggle blood and I'm afraid that means you. Even the Squib's cat wasn't safe. What makes you so special?" Bletchly added his own comment.
"Nuh - no.I mean, nothing."
"Your mother may be a witch but she's a sorry excuse for one and she deserves what she gets for marrying a filthy Muggle," Flint snarled, his beady, troll-like eyes narrowed.
By this point Alicia had taken all she could stand. She called on all the Gryffindor bravery she possessed (which she realised wasn't much at all) and returned the snarl. "Surprisingly, what you think of my family doesn't matter to me, Flint. But maybe if you spend as much time practicing Quidditch as you do being a pretentious arsehole you might actually win a game."
"What did you call me!?" he spluttered as his house mates looked just as puzzled as he did.
"A pretentious arsehole. Look it up in the dictionary sometime."
Alicia left before any of them realised what she'd said and decided to hex her.
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After the events at the Duelling Club and the double attack on Nick and Justin, Alicia decided she'd be going home for Christmas. Katie, Lee and Angelina stayed at Hogwarts with the Weasleys. As a result Alicia was sitting by herself in a compartment when a group of Ravenclaw students from various years burst in.
"That's her!" one pointed at the startled Chaser.
"Excuse me?" Alicia looked over the top of her magazine.
"You're Alicia Spinnet!"
"Umm.yeah, I am."
"You play Quidditch with Harry Potter, don't you?" a short, chubby boy asked.
Alicia closed her magazine and peered at her visitors curiously. "Yes, I do. Why?"
"Is it true that he's the Heir of Slytherin?" a bouncy blonde girl asked excitedly.
Alicia snorted derisively. Some people were so gullible. "Of course he isn't! Use your common sense. How could the Boy Who Lived be the Heir of Slytherin?"
"He can speak Parseltongue."
Alicia opened her mouth to argue but her jaws snapped shut when she realised she had no argument for that. She'd been there when Harry had spoken to the snake. Things did look bad for him.
"Do you have any proof that he isn't the Heir?" a smug third year girl challenged.
"Do you have any proof that he is?" Alicia retorted.
The girls eyed each other dangerously until another Ravenclaw Alicia recognised as Cho Chang stepped in and calmed her friend down.
"We're not saying he is the Heir," the boy to Cho's right added hastily. "Please don't tell Harry about this."
Alicia folded her arms testily. "Why not? Afraid he'll set his monster on you?"
The boy blushed and looked at the ground. Quite rightly he decided it was time to leave.
"You're half blood though," Lisa Turpin said.
"Your point?"
"Well, aren't you afraid of Harry.you know, just in case he is the Heir?"
"Afraid of Harry? Harry is harmless!" Alicia threw her arms up in exasperation.
"You saw the way he told that snake to attack Justin," Mandy Brocklehurst protested. Alicia had a feeling she had a soft spot for the Hufflepuff boy.
"Are you a Parselmouth as well?" Alicia demanded.
"No!"
"Then how do you know what he said to the snake?"
"I - it's.well." Mandy struggled.
"That's what I thought. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to get back to my reading." She shooed them out the door only to find Oliver standing in the corridor.
The Ravenclaws left the carriage mumbling about Alicia's state of denial and the two Gryffindors just stared at each other.
"How long have you been standing here?" Alicia asked once the silence got the better of her.
He shrugged and leant against the wall, looking unnervingly calm. "A while."
"Did you need to see me for anything?"
"Nothing in particular. I was just passing and heard your voice. Thought I might check in to see if you were all right."
"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" she said, then added hastily, "And don't you dare mention the Chamber!"
"I wouldn't dream of it. Anyway, I can see you have everything under control," he said with smile that showed he had heard everything she told the students.
Alicia smiled back then realised what she was doing and her smile turned into a scowl. She would not stoop to his petty flirting. She had better things to do than dig up a long buried crush.
"I'd like to get back to my reading now," she said shortly.
Oliver failed to take the hint. "Mind if I join you for awhile? I won't make a sound. I promise."
"What about your friends?"
He shrugged. "All they're doing is laughing about Percy and his girlfriend."
"Percy has a girlfriend?!"
"Whoops. Forget I said that."
"No way, Oliver." Alicia grabbed his arm and dragged him into her compartment and locked the door with a snap.
"It's meant to be a secret. I shouldn't have told you," Oliver said dejectedly as he rubbed his hands over his face tiredly.
"Too late now, Wood. Who is she? Do I know her? Is it Cassandra? What about Diana? Ooooh! I bet its Trish!"
"None of them," he mumbled dejectedly.
Alicia turned very pale. "He's not dating a Professor is he?"
Oliver nearly died of shock. "No! Of course he isn't! That's just.unthinkable! That's what it is, unthinkable!"
"Then who is it?!" she demanded.
"Penelope Clearwater," Oliver answered in defeat.
"Who?"
"Fifth year Ravenclaw prefect."
"She wasn't just in here was she?"
"Nope, she has long curly hair. You must have seen her around before. Apparently they got together over summer break," he said, taking a seat across from her.
"The twins did say that he was acting weird. Then again, they always have something negative to say about Percy."
"You mustn't tell anyone. Especially not Fred and George. Percy would hate me forever. Don't mention it to anyone." Oliver pleaded.
"My lips are sealed," Alicia promised.
"You sure? I was under the impression you told George everything," he said, failing to keep the curiousity from his voice.
"Not everything," she responded coyly.
Oliver blushed slightly at her tone. "Not a whisper to anyone then?"
"You have my word."
"Thanks a lot, Alicia."
A pleasant tremor ran through her body as he spoke her name. She caught herself before she melted into a puddle at his feet. Why should it matter how he said her name? Just because it rolled of his tongue and sounded so perfect and natural.
You're on dangerous ground here, Spinnet, Alicia reminded herself silently as Oliver gazed at her in an appraising manner.
She contemplated kicking him out of the compartment but decided it would be immensely rude considering she was the one who dragged him in. Ignoring him was a much more plausible solution. She picked up her magazine and resumed her reading.
Oliver continued to stare as she read the same line over and over. In her peripheral vision she was aware of him opening his mouth then hesitating. He wanted to say something that Alicia wasn't going to like. She squirmed uncomfortably under his eye as it was.
Poke his eyes out. That'll teach him not to stare.
"Alicia?"
She looked up cautiously, her pulse throbbing horribly in her neck. "Mmm."
"Can I ask you something?"
Uh-oh! That's bad! Quick, say no!
"Sure, go ahead."
"Well, I was wondering if you - I mean if you'd like to.but you don't have to." he paused and Alicia nodded, urging him to get it over with. "WouldyouhelpmewithmyCharmshomework?" he announced in one breath.
Alicia sighed in a mixture of disappointment and relief. Homework. Right.
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Alicia had a very pleasant Christmas, free of secret chambers and hormonal Quidditch Captains. She took this as a sign the new term would be a lot more enjoyable.
Coincidentally, it did start out enjoyable. She managed to avoid Oliver and only had to talk to him at training. Alicia knew Oliver hadn't wanted to ask for help with homework. Oliver also knew that she'd figured that out. The less contact they had the better.
Things didn't turn out as enjoyable for George. In fact it was a nightmare. The trouble really started on February the fourteenth.
"What the hell is going on?!" Fred demanded as he brushed heart-shaped confetti from his hair.
"It's Valentine's Day," Katie giggled.
"I realise that but why is everything pink?" he demanded.
That was a very good question. Valentine's Day always passed without much fuss at Hogwarts. To most of the students (largely the male population) it was just like any other day.
"All this pink is making me dizzy," Lee moaned and massaged his temples.
"How am I supposed to eat this?" George peered down at his confetti-laden food and his stomach growled.
Angelina, Katie and Alicia were whispering and giggling amongst themselves while Lockhart introduced his 'cupids'. The boys just muttered mutinously and glared daggers at the Dark Arts teacher.
"Isn't this exciting!" Angelina gushed as everyone exited the Hall rather hurriedly.
"No," the twins and Lee answered immediately.
"I think it's nice," Alicia said quietly.
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Just before lunch the Gryffindor fourth years had a free period because Professor Sprout was busy tending to the Mandrakes. George was up in his room by himself attempting to compose a Valentine to Alicia. It wasn't going very well at all.
He was going to sign it anonymously. That way he could express his feelings without her finding anything out. It was a perfect plan. Except that part that involved the actual writing.
He was just jotting down things about her that he wanted to include when Lee and Fred entered. Fred collapsed on his bed with a huff.
"This is bloody ridiculous! You wouldn't believe how many Valentines Angelina's got so far! I've been following her around all morning to discourage any bloke who thinks he has a chance with my girl." He leapt of his bed and began to pace around the room. "It's all bloody Lockhart's fault. Stupid git."
"Yeah," George agreed quickly, "stupid git."
Surreptitiously, he folded the parchment he'd been writing on. He should have known better though. Nothing escaped the trained eye of Lee Jordan.
"What's that?"
"What's what?"
"The parchment you're trying to hide."
He forced a smile. "Oh, that. That's nothing."
Fred laughed, not fooled at all. "It's a Valentine. So who is it for then?"
"Nobody."
"You wrote to no one?"
"No. I mean, it's to someone but no one special," George lied.
"She must be special if you're writing a Valentine to her," Lee reasoned.
"It's not even really a Valentine. I was going to send one but I changed my mind just now."
Fred rolled his eyes and whipped out his wand. "Accio parchment!"
George swore and made a futile dive at the parchment as it sailed across the room into his brother's waiting hand.
"Now, let's find out who your mystery girl is, shall we?" Fred tucked his wand back into his pocket and unfolded the precious parchment.
"Give it back!" George yelled, furious that his secret was going to be let out.
"That's interesting," Lee commented as he peered over Fred's shoulder. "Someone who has red hair?"
"That is interesting, Lee," Fred agreed.
"Plenty of people have red hair. You have red hair," George pointed out.
"You're writing a Valentine to me?"
"No! I'm just trying to point out that it's not who you think it is!"
"How do you know who we're thinking of?"
"Just give it back!"
"Look, Fred, it says she has curly red hair and brown eyes," Lee read.
Fred grinned wickedly at his distressed twin. "And she plays Quidditch."
"Hmm. That sounds awfully familiar," Lee mused.
"Say, Alicia has curly red hair and she plays Quidditch! Are her eyes brown?"
"Yes, Fred, I believe they are."
"Shut up!"
Fred kindly folded the parchment and handed it back. "So. Alicia, huh? When did that happen?"
"It's not for Alicia!" George stormed from the room, slamming the door behind himself.
"I think we really pissed him off this time," Lee noted.
"I tend to agree with you. Luckily I know the perfect way we can make it up to him." Fred rubbed his hands together and Lee detected that telltale sparkle in his eye.
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George was mysteriously absent for the remainder of the free lesson. Fred and Lee finally managed to catch up with him at lunch. The girls hadn't arrived yet so Fred tried to make amends.
"We're sorry about before," he apologised jovially.
George ignored him and shifted his potato salad around his plate.
"We made it up to you though," Lee added helpfully.
This interested George. "Made it up to me? How?"
"Well, we took it upon ourselves-" Fred stopped as he suddenly spotted Angelina entering with Katie and Alicia. A cupid/dwarf was approaching her meaningfully. "Not another blasted one! Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen. I have to see a dwarf about a Valentine."
Fred left and George turned to Lee. "You took it upon yourself to what?"
"We wrote a Valentine for Alicia on your behalf!"
"On my behalf!?"
"Yep. We realised you were having trouble expressing your feelings so we wrote them down for you," Lee said cheerfully.
George nearly fell off his seat. "How do you know what I feel about her?"
"We guessed mostly."
"Give me the Valentine right now." He held out his hand and tried to keep his temper.
"Can't."
"What do you mean you can't?" George growled.
"Don't have it," he replied, shrugging casually. "We gave it to a passing dwarf on the way down here. Alicia should be getting it soon."
George nearly strangled his friend then and there. There was no time for that though. He needed to get the Valentine back before it got to Alicia.
He eyed Lee menacingly. "Which dwarf did you give it to?"
"One with wings."
"They all have wings, you idiot!"
"George? What's wrong?"
Alicia took a seat beside him. He turned to her and attempted to appear calm. She looked rather concerned. With a jolt, George realised he was nowhere near ready to have his feelings made public.
"I have to go," he explained hastily and jumped up and nearly tripped several times in his rush to get out of the Great Hall.
He paused in the Entrance Hall. At breakfast he had only counted a dozen dwarfs. A dozen didn't seem too bad. Then he realised they could be literally anywhere in the castle.
George ran through the corridors on the first floor. He ran like his life depended on it. In a way it did.
He came across his first dwarf then.
"Oi! You! Cupid dwarf thingy!" he yelled urgently.
The dwarf sighed. "Another stupid message?"
"No. I was wondering if you had a Valentine addressed to Alicia Spinnet."
The dwarf looked up at him suspiciously. "Maybe. What's it to you?"
"I need it now."
"Are you Alicia Spinnet?"
"Of course I'm not!"
"Then, no, you can't have it." The dwarf turned to leave and George began to panic.
"Hey!" George grabbed his wing and yanked him to a stop. "You don't understand! I need that Valentine now!"
"Easy on the wings, kid! I can only give the Valentine to the addressee."
"Give it to me!" He grabbed the small satchel that hung over the dwarfs shoulder and tried to open it.
"Let go, punk!" The dwarf kicked him sharply in the shin.
"Hey! That hurt!" George dropped to his knees and a wild tug of war ensued between them.
"Stupid human," the dwarf grunted and whacked George on the head with his harp.
He relinquished his grasp on the satchel to rub his throbbing head. "Ow! That's going to leave a mark!"
"Well, there's plenty more where that came from," the homicidal dwarf snarled, brandishing his harp threateningly.
George made a desperate dive but landed flat on his face as the dwarf danced out of his reach. He groaned and raised his head barely.
"That ought to teach you," the dwarf said decidedly, satisfied with his work. He straightened his wings and stalked off, mumbling to himself, "They don't pay me enough for this."
Once he'd rounded the corner, George rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He'd just had the crap beat out of him by a dwarf dressed as cupid. Things couldn't get any worse.
"George?"
"I stand corrected," he sighed and struggled to sit up. Percy was staring over him with a decidedly unhappy expression.
"What are you doing lying in the middle of the corridor?"
"I felt like a nap."
"This is no time for jokes!" Percy admonished.
"Who said I was joking?" George rolled laboriously to his feet and gingerly prodded the already forming lump on his head.
"Lunch is over in a minute or so. I suggest you get ready for your next class." He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and sniffed. "First Ron is sneaking into girls' bathrooms now you're taking naps in the halls. What next?"
George left his brother to contemplate that question and he hurried back to the Great Hall. Maybe there was still a chance to intercept the Valentine.
"I'm a Weasley twin," he told himself. "No dwarf is going to get the better of me! Time for round two."
Unfortunately, he made it back just as the bell sounded. The stream of students leaving the Hall almost bowled him over. Then he heard it in the distance.
"Spinnet! Alicia Spinnet! Got a Valentine here for Alicia Spinnet!"
It was coming from inside the Hall and far as he knew Alicia was still in there too. With a new vigour George began to battle against the tide of students. He elbowed people aside and shoved his way through haphazardly.
It was too late though. Someone had pointed the dwarf in Alicia's direction and now he was headed towards the Gryffindor table. George wouldn't make it in time even if he sprinted.
What he needed was a diversion. But where to find one? He searched his pockets frantically and came across exactly what he was looking for. He pulled the Filibuster out and looked around the emptying Hall.
There! On the Ravenclaw table! George dunked the firework into the pitcher of pumpkin juice and threw it towards the end of the Gryffindor table where Alicia and the others were standing up to leave. It landed with a splat right into a large bowl of potato salad in front of them.
George grimaced. Fred had spotted him. He looked from the bowl to his brother as he slowly realised what was happening. Fred did yell a warning but it was too little too late.
The firework exploded, showering everyone within a five-metre radius with creamy potato salad. Including, to George's relief, the evil dwarf.
"George!" Fred bellowed as he wiped muck from his eyes.
Everyone turned to look at him. Even the teachers who had all jumped into action were glaring at him accusingly. The look Angelina gave him as she pulled potato from her hair was nothing short of murderous.
The dwarf, in the mean time, had forgotten all about his delivery. "That's it! I quit!" He tore his wings off and threw them on the floor along with his harp and satchel. Professor Lockhart pleaded with him but he simply threw a hunk of potato at the Professor and stormed off.
George sighed in relief. As Professor McGonagall approached with her customary tight-lipped expression he realised he'd probably get detention for a month. Angelina would also inflict some grievous bodily harm.
Alicia looked over at him with a questioning yet amused look on her face. She had assumed the dwarf was approaching Angelina and was none the wiser about George's crush.
Yep. It had all been worth it.
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A/N: Wow! What a long chapter! I could have split it in two but I felt I owed you a nice long chapter after all my absences. Did we all it enjoy it anyway? Did you like the little 'moment' between Alicia and Oliver? I did! I did! They're cute to write.
I don't know what will be in the next chapter. Haven't thought that far ahead to be honest. I'll think of something though.
I have the whole house to myself for a week because my family has gone on holiday so hopefully I'll be able to get another update out soon. Oh! My HSC come out in a few days! I'm excited!
Now to my lovely reviewers!
Oliverwoodschic- I know what you mean! Sometimes I just want to get it over with and get them together. But I know I can't for the sake of continuity. I promise there will be a sequel to Yule Ball. Just not for a while. I have started it and it's coming along nicely. The designer cloak? Yeah, I almost forgot about that! That particular storyline develops more in the sequel but I will let you know that the cloak wasn't actually intended for Alicia.
Ggttgtgtgttg- I tried to hurry.kinda. At least it was long! Original name by the way.
Ashlee- I'm glad you found that chapter so enjoyable. Hopefully this one is too!
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