Chapter 2
After the team had showered and changed they made their way back to the Gryffindor Common room. It was already dark when they reached the common room where they were greeted with cheers from the other Gryffindors. The first years baffled in amazement had asked Oliver for his autograph. No one was really sure whether he was joking or he really wanted Oliver's signature on a sticky candy wrapper.
The cheers continued as the team scattered throughout the Gryffindor tower.
"It's so good to be famous." Fred said propping his feet up on the arm of the chair.
"How would you know?" Angelina asked sitting down in the armchair adjacent to the one Fred was sitting in. "The only one who's famous here is me."
"You're sure about that?"
"Absolutely positive." The smile grew wider on her face. Angelina could never keep a straight face when she was joking though Fred and George were very good at it. They could say the stupidest, funniest thing and not even grin at it. But other times, of course, they could crack themselves up with anything they said.
Oliver Wood came walking over to them rather confidently, probably proud of his first year fans.
"Do you two want to sneak outside for an 'We just kicked the crap out of Slytherin party'?" Oliver asked walking over to the two.
"Why not?" Fred said standing up and stretching.
"Is the whole team coming? " Angelina asked also standing up to leave.
"I think so. Well everyone but Harry, he has a potion essay due tomorrow and hasn't even started it."
"Sounds like someone I know." Angelina coughed that sounded a lot like 'Fred'.
"Well excuse me Ms. Perfect but if I recall correctly you've procrastinated a couple times yourself." Fred defended himself. Angelina just rolled her eyes.
After most of the Gryffindors had retired to bed and the common room grew quiet the whole team made their way by the fireplace ready for their real victory party.
"Angelina is your broom out in the shed?" George asked just before he stuffed a whole chocolate frog into his mouth.
"Yeah. Why does it matter?" Angelina wondered. She had always kept her broom out in the shed and so did most of the team.
"How else are we supposed to get out of here? Walk out the front door with Flich down the hall." Fred replied after George's attempt to speak with a wad of chocolate in his mouth. Angelina merely shrugged. After all she did think that was how they were going to do it.
Angelina followed the rest of the team up the boys' dorm stairs. Fred threw open the door revealing a disgustingly messy room. It smelt like the whole room was rotting and it didn't look very far from that.
"Hop on." Fred sat patting the back of his broom, obviously not the least bit embarrassed that their dorm looked more like a dump then a living quarter.
Angelina followed the teams lead across the sea of junk. She was carefully not to step on anything, fearing that it might be alive. Fred pulled out three brooms from his closet passing on to Oliver and George while keeping on for himself. Fred patted the back of his broom once he had mounted it. "Hop on." He motioned for Angelina to get on and reluctantly; Angelina swung her leg over the broom and sat down. "Off we go!" Fred said pushing Katie and Oliver out of his way. Angelina and Fred ducked as they flew out of the open window into the still night air.
Once out of the window, Angelina called back to a rather ticked Oliver and Katie. "Sorry about that!" She apologized for Fred's rudeness.
"There's no need to be sorry." Fred said swerving away from a tree they were about to hit. Angelina closed her eyes afraid of injury.
"You're not exactly a graceful flyer are you?"
"You're not exactly graceful at walking either."
"Shut up!" Angelina said punching him in the shoulder playfully. But it was true. Angelina couldn't go a day without tripping over something. Just the other day she had tripped on her way to the front of the classroom to give a report about the pros and cons of Muggle TV and nearly squashed a small Hufflepuff.
"Just telling it how it is." Fred swooped down onto the ground and dismounted first. He held out his hand to help Angelina off. She took it. His hand was warm and welcoming. He helped her slowly off his broom. Katie, Oliver, and Alicia soon accompanied them.
"Wow the lakes so beautiful at night." Katie said dismounting her broom.
"Hey what's that?" George questioned pointing to the edge of the lake.
"What's what?" Katie asked moving a little closer to the lake curious to see what George was talking about.
"It's a fish or something." Oliver piped in as Angelina and Alicia moved closer to the lake as well.
"There's nothing there." Alicia said as Fred, George and Oliver advanced on them.
"Well there's going to be something there in a second." Alicia, slightly confused, turned around.
"What are you-" George laughed and shoved her into the cold murky water. Oliver followed his lead and pushed Katie in as well.
They both let out a scream soon followed by a splash while Angelina turned around to find Fred grinning at her.
"Fred don't even think about it!" His smile grew bigger. She would have ran but there was nowhere to go. "Don't you dare."
Fred dared. He pushed her into the lake despite her attempt to keep her balance.
Angelina, Katie, and Alicia swam up to the surface to find their three teammates laughing hysterically.
"Fred you jerk!" Angelina said climbing out of the lake sopping wet. He tried to say something but he couldn't get anything out of him he was laughing so hard. He gripped his stomach, as it grew tighter from laughter. Angelina smiled and threw her wet arms around him.
"Hey!" He said backing away from her, his shirt now soaked.
"You deserved it!"
"No I didn't." He had calmed himself down but his smile still stayed.
"Your right, you deserved worse." A grin spread across her face. Fred turned around and ran laughing. He was headed for the Quidditch Pitch.
"You'll have to catch me first!" He called over his shoulders.
"That shouldn't be hard!" She said chasing after him.
Angelina didn't have much endurance and apparently neither did Fred because he gave up about half way to the Quidditch pitch. He threw himself onto the ground, breathing heavily. Angelina laid down next to him trying to calm her breathing.
"Hey...I thought you were going to kill me." Fred said between deep breaths.
"I was but I decided I'd be too lonely without you." She looked up at the stars. The night was cloudless and all the stars shown brightly.
"But you'd have Lee and George." He looked over at her. Her dark brown hair lay behind her ears.
"There not like you." She said still looking up at the stars trying to find the big dipper.
"And what am I like?" Angelina paused choosing her words carefully.
"Well...you're just different." She turned to face him. She realized that he had been staring at her. But this time he didn't look away like he usually does when she catches him watching her in Potion's class or during quidditch practice. He also didn't smile at her that he usually does when he knows he is doing something he shouldn't be. But Angelina didn't look away either. She starred deep into his blue eyes entranced and he at her big brown eyes. Then it happened, the thing they had been waiting for since their second year. Their lips touch but not for more than a couple of seconds. Then they pulled away and looked anywhere but each other.
"You're a better kisser than I would have thought." Angelina said with her cheeks now a shade of pink slightly shaken about what just happened. She was glad it was dark because it hide her embarrassment from the person she would have liked less to see it.
"I thought you'd be better." Fred joked with a grin from ear to ear.
"Hey!" Angelina said punching his shoulder.
"I'm just kidding."
"I know." There was an awkward pause.
"Why didn't Lee come?" Angelina asked trying to break the awkward silence.
"He had a detention with Snape."
"Oh yeah I remember, he set Snape's robe on fire."
"Yeah stupid git. He doesn't know up from down."
"You mean he didn't do it on purpose?
"No…if he had done it on purpose it would have been funny. But he did it by accident which is even funnier." Angelina chuckled. They just lay there for a little while until Angelina couldn't stand the silence.
"We should probably be heading back." Angelina said and Fred helped her up.
"Yeah I suppose." Fred took his wand out and pointed it at Angelina's face.
"Fred...what are you doing." She said taking a step back somewhat scared and shaken.
"I'm gonna kill you." He smiled. "Jeez Angie chill." He said when he saw a horrified look on her face. He mumbled a spell and she was dry again.
"Thanks." She blushed; embarrassed that she thought he was going to hurt her.
"That's what I'm here for." They walked the rest of the way back to the lake where the others sat chatting about the match and how good it felt to be on top for once and how great it would feel tomorrow to rub it in there faces. They also dreaded the extra homework Snape was bound to give them because they came out on top this time.
"How bad did she kill you?" Oliver asked, as they got closer to the lake where everyone else was seated.
"If that's dyeing she should kill me more often." Angelina smiled, George grinned knowing his brother was very proud of Angelina liking him and boasted about it every moment he had.
Oliver opened his mouth to say something most likely a rude comment like 'you shouldn't like someone on the team because that could mess up the balance in out team' when the oak doors of the castle pushed open and an old grumpy man stood in the doorway.
"Flich!" Katie breathed