A/N: I feel like dancing.

I have FINALLY completely a worthy Ch. 7 (or at least I think I have), only to split it up in two parts. Please don't be mad, it was all for the best, and I really felt like this one was kinda long and endless already.

I won't be at home for the next two weeks, so this is the last update for a while.

Oh and this chapter is full of drama, and kinda not like the previous parts of the story. I focus it in Fred and George P.O.V. a lot, so yeah...in case you're wondering while you're reading: Yes, you are reading the same story :)

Real Love

Chapter Seven: Feelings Come First (Prt. One)

The girl Fred was talking to now wasn't pretty. She didn't have dark, dark hair or beautiful brown eyes, and her lips were not full and the deepest shade of red. She was not Angelina, but Fred did not care.

Her name was Analise and she was pretty plain. She had countless of freckles, in fact her face was almost entirely covered in them, but she had nice lips-they were pouty and pink...Fred had even kissed them once, but that was an accident.

If anyone asked him about it, if anyone ever suspected, Fred would look him or her directly in the pupils and tell them that he wasn't cheating on Angelina Johnson, that he loved her like hell, and how dare they ask such a question. He would say that, lying his arse off, and feel guilty about it later. Because even though he'd convince himself that he wasn't cheating on Angelina, he was, and he hated himself for it, hated her. Hated everything.

He did love her, no one could take away that fact from him, but in the last couple of weeks (which were months to Fred), he and Angelina had somehow disseminated; they had fallen apart. And instead of talking to her about it, he ran. He was scared, way out of his mind, that if he did talk to her, she'd tell him. That she no longer loved him. Or worse. She'd seen him with some random girl.

So Fred Weasley would rather lie then face the truth. Lie about the quality of his relationship with Angelina, lie about staying true, lie to the world. Merlin, he'd think, I love Angie so much, and I'm hurting her because I'm scared.

Now, he was leaning against a windowsill in one of Hogwarts many, many hallways, conversing with a female he neither knew, cared about, nor was Angelina. He was just running.

Suddenly, a finger jabbed him in the shoulder. Startled beyond reason, Fred slowly turned his head around, fearing it would be none other than his Angelina. Fortunately for him, it wasn't.

Alicia Spinnet was staring at him with cold gray eyes. Her arms were tightly folded across her chest and her bottom lip was sticking out. Fred knew that look all too well, and he quickly told Analise to scat. Then turning back to Alicia, he released a shaky sort of laugh.

"Ali, how are ya?"

"Who was that?" The brunette asked bluntly. "'Cause I know for damn sure that it wasn't Angel."

The smile swept of his face.

"Look, Alicia, don't tell Angie. That girl doesn't mean anything to me. She's just-"

Alicia haughtily raised a palm. "Save it. I didn't come here to hear your phony lies, Weasley. I came to talk to you." She jabbed a finger in his chest.

Fred laughed nervously again.

"What about?"

"Oh," Alicia said, taking her finger away and staring out the window carelessly. "'Bout you...and Angelina." She turned her furious eyes on him once more. "'Bout how you've been treating her."

A sickly feeling came over Fred and he gulped as he stared at the very much intimidating witch before him.

"I really think, Mr. Weasley," she was saying, "that you and I are in for a long overdue chat."

>>>

"I love him, Katie," Angelina informed to her friend happily. The two of them were walking along the hallway of the second floor where they were to meet Alicia.

"I love him and I don't care anymore who knows it," the black girl said loudly, spreading open her arms.

Katie looked her over, fighting back a smile. "And Fred? What of him?"

"Fred?" Angelina dropped her arms and looked at Katie, baffled.

The blonde girl nodded slowly. "Fred."

"Oh," Angelina said. "Fred."

"Well?" Katie prodded. "I thought you still loved him."

"Well," Angelina grew quiet. "I'm trying hard not to." She sighed and glanced out a window that they were passing by. "I think he's stopped loving me."

Katie scoffed. "That's ridiculous, Ang-"

Angelina turned on her. "Look at me, Katie. I am not laughing. Fred Weasley has stopped loving me." She spoke in a harsh, hurt tone. "He doesn't give a bloody damn about me, and I don't think he ever really did."

"Angel, I'm-" Katie bit her lip, feeling at fault for Angelina's sudden breakdown. She tried to smile as she wrapped a loving arm around her friend.

"He really isn't good for you, is he?"

Angelina smiled shakily. "Not for me. Alicia, maybe."

Katie groaned. "Please, please don't say that."

"But why? They used to get alone well. A bit too well, actually."

"Well, you know Alicia. She pretty much changes her mind about someone or something when things go bad."

Angelina laughed. "She can be so dramatic sometimes." Katie giggled her agreement. "But she means well," Angelina added as an afterthought.

"Yeah," Katie said, her giddiness gone and replaced by uneasiness. "Sometimes."

>>>Later that day>>>

"She loves me," George murmured to himself, smiling a bit. "Merlin..." He stopped to lean against a portrait of a sleeping, bearded witch. "I can't believe it."

Lee Jordan looked back at him.

"Oy," he called. "Talking to yourself again, mate?" Not waiting for an answer, he went over to his friend and grabbed him by the arm. "Come on, George. We still got candy to sell." Lee grunted as he pulled the red head along.

"Yeah," George murmured distractedly.

He was thinking of Angelina. Thinking of her and what she had said, thinking of her and if she meant it...thinking of her and remembering she was still his brother's girlfriend.

Part of him did feel guilty. By loving Angelina, he had already proven himself untrustworthy and wrong. But by Angelina loving him back, he had sealed the great ugly stamp of betrayal right in front of Fred's face. The two people that Fred trusted the most, the two that appeared to car for him the greatest have snuck behind his back...and fallen in love.

Most of George, though, felt relieved and overjoyed that Angelina loved him. As much pain and sympathy that George had for his brother, it stopped when it came to Angelina. If Fred really did love her, would she have spoken to George that night, would she have fallen in love with him? It was Fred, who was at fault; he made all these series of events occur. George and Angelina were only performing the play.

As Lee dragged him hurriedly along, George thought of something else.

Along the way, somehow in all his days separated from her, Fred had cheated on Angelina. The mere thought of his brother's unfaithfulness made George burn with anger. Or course, Fred had denied it, that he ever saw anyone besides Angelina during their relationship, but George knew his brother. Fred cheated and Angelina didn't deserve that.

But then, Fred didn't deserve to be made a fool of either.

Sighing at his soft heart, George broke away from Lee. The black boy looked back at him quizzically.

"There's someone I have to go see," George enlightened his comrade. "Here." He handed Lee his bag of joke shop goods.

"And are you paying me back for this?" Lee asked indignantly.

George shrugged. "Should I?" Then he turned away, smiling as he left Lee alone in the hallway with two sacks filled with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.

"Y-yes," he heard Lee call after him. "Yes, you do!"

>>>

He found her sitting in the common room, alone on a long couch. Her head was bent, so her face was hidden from him. Her shoulders were slumped and on her knees rested her hands, folded together like she was praying. To George, she looked sad, broken, and as he went to her, he dug deep into the pockets of his pants for a present that he had nicked for her.

"Angelina," he said softly when he had reached her.

Angelina looked up and George saw her face for the first time that afternoon. Her eyes were swollen from crying, her cheeks wet and glistening with tears. He was shocked to see her like this, but then he was angry when he wondered if Fred was the cause of it.

"Angelina." George sat down beside her. "Did..did Fred make you cry like this?" He studied her face intently, his eyes searching hers.

Angelina released a shaky laugh a she looked away. "No, I think I made him cry."

George's eyes grew wide at this. "You did?"

She looked back at him and smiled sadly. "Yeah...I, um, I broke it off."

Now this was some news to George. He stared at her.

"Y-you did?"

Angelina nodded, looking away again. "We had a talk, and we-we said some things." She closed her eyes. "He doesn't love me," she said this quietly.

George was slowly shaking his head. He knew what his brother was doing was dangerously stupid, but Fred still cared some for the pretty, dark skinned girl. "Angel," he said, "that's ridic-"

"It isn't." She reopened her eyes. "He told me himself."

Anger. It was anger now that was surging through George's trembling body. Fred had made her cry. He saw this now as fresh tears spilled from her eyes. He had hurt her.

"And he cheated on me, George," Angelina informed, her voice thick. "I knew he stopped loving me, and I knew he didn't care anymore, but I never would have thought that he was loving some other girl while with me."

Knowing not to speak, George only watched and listened as she continued. She began to laugh.

"And why, George, should I feel so damn pathetic when I was doing the same thing? When I...I cheated too. I cheated too, George." She looked at him. "Me too."

"No, no," George said quickly. "You didn't. What Fred did was selfish and thick. He should have known better. But you, Angel, you never did anything like that," he told her gently as he reached up to wipe away her tears with his thumb. "You weren't like that."

Angelina smiled at him as he took his hand away. Then very softly she said,

"No, I did, George. I fell in love with you."

George shook his head. "It's not the same."

She frowned. "Isn't it?"

"It's isn't, because you still love Fred."

This time Angelina smiled. "Do I?"

"Don't you?"

She sighed, making her shoulders go up and down. "Don't think so, love. Not anymore." Then her eyes dropped down to his hands and she smiled again.

"Is that for me?"

George followed her gaze and saw the violet that was for her. He had forgotten he had been holding it. He nodded and she smiled brighter. She reached out for it, leaning in a little, but instead of taking the flower, she leaned in further more and caught George's lips with her own.

Conscience told George to pull away, to get out, but since feelings come first, George brought his arms out and around her waist, and pulled her closer. This caused their kiss to deepen, the light touch to intensify, and George would have let it go much further but his conscience returned and he stopped.

George gently pulled away, expecting Angelina to become angry with him, but she didn't. So he opened his eyes, only to see that here were still closed and that she was smiling.

"Do you realize," she began, "that it was on this couch that I found out you loved me?" She opened her eyes to look at him.

He smiled. "I kinda figured as much."

Angelina laughed outright. "Liar. You had no idea."

George laughed too. "Fine, I lied. You had caught me by surprise."

Her face suddenly softened as she looked tenderly into his eyes.

"It was on this couch that I knew I loved you." She then smiled. "I love you," she whispered.

George didn't smile back. "I love you too." Then he sort of frowned as she considered her for a moment. "Angel," he said quietly, "what are we doing?"

And "Angel" grinned openly at the innocence in his voice. "George," she replied matter-of-factly, "we're being in love."

A/N: Ahh...here begins my most favoritest part about updating: replying to the reviews. Note to readers: do y'all actually read these? Hmm...ah well.

angelface04: Did you know that I had to go and look up the word "wondrous"? How sad is that? -sigh- Anyway, I'm glad you liked the Angelina/George...I did as well, but don't feel sorry for Fred! He's a bad, bad person : Hah, just kidding. It was kinda sad, I agree. And as for the Hogsmeade weekend: I really want to tell you, but I can't, because it'll spoil the rest of the story. You'll find out soon enough, though :)

Missanimexx: Haha, thanks. Your review made me laugh . Actually, I had to glue myself to my seat in order to write this. It was really hard, because I had so many ideas that I couldn't seem to put on paper. I finally came up with this and...maybe I'm satisfied with it, I dunno. It was just really hard, for some reason. Once again, I thank you for the review :)

starXcrossed: Lol, nope you definitely weren't dreaming. Yeah, the humor was SO much less in the chapter as well, I think it will be from now on. But there will be bits pieces of Alicia doing what she does, I suppose. I'm happy that you liked the F/A/G-ness, lol. I just HAD to put them in there because Ch.5 did them so much injustice. Thanks, for reviewing.

FredsAngel: No, no. I didn't mean to sound as if your review had been flamey. I was only saying that even though I said flames were welcomed, I'm glad you liked the story and didn't flame.That was what I mean, honest. Heh, yeah Alicia had to promise not to hurt anyone, because didn't you say she scared you? You know when I wrote that part I had you in mind, and NOW you're saying...Lol, I'm only kidding. Glad you reviewed and looked the ending. Reading back on it, I kinda liked it too.

Evilevergreen: Well, yeah, someone's gonna get hurt. Unfortunately. Hmm...I've been watching Lemony Snicket too many times. ANYway, what I was thinking about was making them all get hurt, so no one would feel left out or abandoned. So since Fred cheated on Angelina, and Angelina cheated (kinda, well not really) on Fred, and Fred and Angelina still have feelings, I guess, then they all get brokenhearted! Hooray! Oh and Fred and Angie did talk, but that's in the next chapter :)

believe-in-yourself4ever: And thank you x 2. I know exactly what you mean by the movie thing. It always feels nice to find a story like that :) I'm really, really glad you like it. Reading your review made me smile, and kinda even blush a little. I appreciate your words cuz they really inspired me not to give up. Honestly, I almost put this fic on Hiatus like three times. But now that I'm finally on the 'right' track, I don't have to do that! Thanks again :D

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