Disclaimer: Ok, this is FAN-fiction! You shouldn't even need to write one of these…right? Anyway…I don't own Harry Potter or any Harry Potter Characters. I'm just borrowing them.

Summary: When the gang returns to school after the summer holidays, they've changed. Oliver and Fred are finding themselves strangely drawn to Angelina…but she can't be more than a friend…to either of them….right?

Rating: PGish

Note: The character's thoughts will appear in Italics. Sorry if it's confusing, and that it's taken so long for me to update! I can never seem to get the computer, but, hopefully the next update will come a little quicker. I hope that you enjoy this, it's been a little tricky getting is started, but I hope that it meet everyone's expectations!

Oh, and one more thing, one of the reviewers noted that this story was under the "Fred and Angelina" section, and I had just picked Fred as the second character of this story because I thought that I might as well pick him or Oliver. Anyways, this reader figured that since it was under the F/A section, that it meant Fred and Angelina would get together in the end, but I don't necessarily want you guys to think that...because...well...I guess you'll see...later... hehehe

She'd been avoiding him for nearly two weeks now. Quidditch practice was awkward and pointless. He didn't spend as much time with George and Lee, pulling pranks and testing new experiments…that didn't seem as important anymore. Now she wasn't there to laugh with him.

He would watch her – he didn't have enough nerve to talk to her. The first time he had tried she'd just walked away, ignoring him. So, he would just watch her. He was completely clueless as to why she was upset, completely hurt by the fact that she was completely ignoring him, and completely sick of everything. He'd smiled at her a few times – she'd never smiled back. She wasn't herself anymore. She wasn't the vibrant, outgoing, and energetic Angelina that he knew. He hated it. He hated that she was hurting and he couldn't do a thing to stop it.

She could feel his eyes on her again. She wouldn't look at him, because she knew that one look at his crooked mouth and the way that his blue sweater set off his shockingly blue eyes, she would melt right there. Alicia was asking her whether or not Saturn's orbit affected the growth of wolfsbane or not. She mumbled a "Dunno" softly, doodling on her parchment. Alicia threw her friend a worried glance.

"You're going to have to face him sooner or later." She stated gently, setting her quill down.

"You can't put it off forever."

"I know…but…I just…can't."

"He's staring at you again." Alicia's light green eyes darted from Angelina to Fred and back again. "Are you just going to keep him wondering?"

"Well, what am I supposed to do? March right up to him and ask him why the bloody hell he said I was easy?!" She stressed the last word bitterly.

"If that's what it takes, then yes! I'm sick of your moping! And his too! Quit feeling sorry for yourself and do something about it!"

"I can't Alicia. Really – I can't." She smoothed out her robe carefully. "He's just – " Alicia moaned ,p utting her head in her hands.

"You need to stop making up excuses." Came her muffled voice.

"You don't understand do you? You don't understand how much it hurts when you think someone likes you for who you are and then-"

"Ange! Ange, calm down!" Alicia's hands shot out, grabbing Angelina by the shoulders. "I'm sorry." Angleina could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she angrily blinked them back. She was sick of Fred Weasley making her feel like this! He was confusing her…or maybe she was confusing herself. One minute she was still furious with him, angry and hurt that he would say such a thing, and the next she would have to stop herself from running to him and crying on his shoulder. But she hadn't done anything. He was the one who had been using her…how could she have been so stupid? He had seemed so sincere though, so serious for the Fred Weasley that she knew that she had had no choice but to believe every single word that he said.

"Well…you know how Wood's been lately…about you, you know. Maybe…maybe he's lying or something." Alicia finished lamely. Oh yes, of course, they'd had this conversation a million times before. Maybe Wood was crazy with jealousy and would go as low as to lie to her. Maybe she should talk to Fred – what harm could that do?

"Maybe…" She trailed off. Wood wasn't around as much lately…he had befriended some fellow seventh years, one of them being very pretty, very skinny, very blonde girl who Angelina had noticed seemed to be hanging off of him lately. She missed him…. she hated this. All of it.

"Ange?" A voice broke through her thoughts.

"Yeah?" She snapped her head up just in time to see George staring down at her.

"Look…um…" His eyes darted to Fred and then back again. "I think we should talk." She nodded her brow furrowing. Alicia offered to pick up her homework for her as George led her out of the common room, down a flight of stairs, through a hidden doorway and into a small room with a shabby table and three dusty chairs. She glanced around the room gingerly, and except for the table and chairs, and a small dresser near the door with an empty vase on it. She didn't ask George how he'd found this place, she was sure that he'd probably found this a long time ago. He plopped won in a chair, gesturing for her to sit as well. She gingerly perched on the edge of her filthy seat and he chuckled lightly.

"Priss."

"Jerk." She shot back, out of age-old-habit. He smiled at her, a smile so eerily like his brothers that for a second she almost thought it was Fred. She couldn't help but smile back, but didn't stop the sadness that was so obviously evident on her face.

"Listen, Angelina, I don't know what happened between you and Fred, and I suppose it's none of my business either." She bit her lip and he paused for a moment. "But, look at him! He's my bloody twin and he'll barely even talk to me anymore! He stares at you – you have to have noticed that. And you – you're not yourself either. You're not happy, and neither is he. I'm not saying that you have to admit that you're wrong and crawl back to him, but, if you could just…talk…I know that things could be sorted out a bit. What do you say?" Angelina's chocolate eyes traveled up to George's face warily, wondering if he was right – maybe she should go talk to Fred.

"Well, I -

"Great!" George jumped up, grinning from ear to ear. "Anyway, Transfiguration begins in ten minutes, so, I probably should get started on that homework. Catch you in a few!" With that, he bolted out of the door, leaving confused but better feeling dark-skinned chaser sitting alone in a dusty room.

George had given him a thumbs-up before he had began feverishly on his Transfiguration homework.

So she's finally going to talk to me…

He could help the smile that flitted across his face. Finally! Maybe this whole nightmare will be over soon and they could forget about everything that had happened these past few days. He made his way to McGonagall's classroom, feeling happy and more elated than he had in a long while. He was on time for class – another rarity for a Weasley twin, and he even joked around with Lee before class. When Angelina entered with Katie and Alicia he caught her eye and she smiled softly. She actually smiled! If he had died right then his life would have been complete. He needed to talk to her…maybe this could all be cleared up and they could rewind and go back to that day near the lake…

He missed her…God knows he did. He saw her nearly everyday, but she didn't seem to see him. He missed her like crazy.

"Hey Oliver, want to go for a walk?" A slender arm slipped around his shoulders and he didn't need to look up to see who it was.

"Sure," He really didn't want to. He wanted to go find Angelina…but of course he couldn't. She hadn't said one word to him since that day – even at quidditch practice she would just shake her head or nod.

When he looked up into Nina's blue eyes he felt guilty. They held a twinkle that he knew was there because of him. He had met her soon after his fight with Angelina…and…well…things just happened and he'd kissed her, and now she was starry-eyed for him. He didn't like her…like that. Not like he liked Angelina. She didn't make him smile when he saw her, or make his words get all jumbled and make his palms get sweaty. She was pretty – that's for sure. Nina had thick blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, a slender frame, and amazing blue eyes, but…she just…it just…wasn't the same.

They were walking out of the library when he felt someone brush past him.

"Sorry," He mumbled, before suddenly realizing who it was. It was Angelina, and right when her eyes met his Nina slid her arm around his waist, whispering something into his ear. He didn't hear what she said, however, his stomach plunged at the rueful look that was splayed across her face.

But why look so hurt Angie? You're the one who walked away from me.

Even that thought did nothing to drive her face out of his head.

If I don't like him why do I fell like ripping that girl's perfect, blonde hair out?If I'm so angry at him, why did I fell like I'd give anything to put my arm around him? If –

"If you don't turn you'll run smack-dab into your favorite evil potions master." Warm breath tickled her ear and she stepped to the left just in time to narrowly avoid touching Snape, who, though he glared at them, seemed in much too large of a hurry to stop and antagonize them. She looked up at Fred, smiling back at him.

"Hey Fred," She murmured, suddenly feeling butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"Hey," He shoved his hands into his pockets, a familiar endearing gesture that she realized she'd missed. They walked on in an awkward silence.

"George said that you needed to talk to me?"

"Yeah…um…about that…" She didn't notice that they were standing still until she noted that she was gazing up at him. He was shaking his head lightly, making his hair fall softly into his eyes. She bit her lip.

"This is stupid." He finally said. "We're friends Ange, you should be able to tell me this stuff."

"I know…" The edges of her mouth drooped a little, and he stood there, waiting. She finally took a deep breath.

"It's just…so…heard some stuff." She scuffed her toe on the ground. His mouth went dry.

"What kind of stuff?" He prodded cautiously

"Well…someone has been saying that…that you were just…well…that you thought I was easy." Now that those words were out, she couldn't stem the flow that began to spill out. "And I didn't want to believe them, but with everything that's been going on lately, and you do have a history, Fred, and they looked so furious when the told me that I couldn't help but believe him, he look so worried…"

"He?" The word came out harsher than he'd intended it to. How could anyone say that to Angelina? Why would he ever use her? How could he? She was unearthly…so perfect…

"I mean…"

"Who told you that?" The words were forced hoarsely up his throat.

"No one." She replied quickly, mentally smacking herself. "It's not important." Her eyes shifted down, then up again, avoiding his.

"But it is important."

"Fred, really, I don't want to talk about him." He sighed, closing his eyes. She could visualize him counting to ten before they flitted open again.

"Okay." He agreed.

You're apologizing Fred…this isn't worth another fight.

"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I should've talked to you."

Bloody yes you should've!

"It's okay." He meant it…sort of. "Whoever told you that was a slimy, twisted, sick gitwho was just wanted to hurt you."

No…he wanted to stop me from getting hurt.

"Mmmm…"She felt sick for some odd reason, like she had done something horribly wrong, when she felt arms around her, a chin resting lightly on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry you were hurt." He breathed, his sweet smell making her nose tingle.

"I'm sorry you were hurt." She whispered back, and, ignoring the guilty feeling that had nestled itself in her stomach, she hugged him back.

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