A/N: Wow, five months. Wow.

Story Notes: This chapter begins where the Part One left off.
Flashbacks are in between the triple x thingies and in italics.
Hope you like, hope you enjoy. I worked hard.

Real Love

Chapter Eight: Feelings Come First (Prt. Two)

George gave a broken chuckle and looked down at his clasped hands. "Angelina, I really do want this, but-"

"But?" Angelina shook her head, frowning in perplexity as she looked at him. "But, George?"

George looked up suddenly. His eyes were wide with fear for moment, looking at the portrait hole, then at Angelina, who was upset.

"What are you trying to say, George?" she asked him hesitantly.

"Fred." He grabbed her arm and stood up, taking her with him. Angelina furrowed her brow, glancing at the portrait hole. She could hear voices just outside of it.

". . .Fred, mate, I'm telling you--you're not in your right mind. Why don't you just go in and calm down a bit? You don't have to. . .Fred!"

Lee's voice. It was steadily coming closer.

George tightened his hold on Angelina and led her to the staircase of the girls' dormitory. "Just go," he told her, releasing her arm, "I'll take care of Fred."

Angelina obeyed reluctantly, but then stopped halfway up. She turned around and looked down at George.

"So what's this telling me?" she inquired quietly.

"This?" George asked back, a little confused. He anxiously stared at the entrance of the common room.

"Yes, this. You, in a hurry to get me up to my room, away from you."

George met her emotionless, brown eyes pleadingly. "It means that my twin brother is about to come through the portrait hole, clear and out of his mind, and I don't want him to. .. " He trailed off.

Angelina took a few steps down. "To see us," she finished, her voice hard.

Lee's voice rang clear through the other side of the Fat Lady's portrait:

"Can't you two work this out?"

"Angel!" George begged.

Angelina narrowed her eyes. "Fine, George. I get it." She spun around and dashed up the stairs before George could say another word to her. Of course, he wouldn't have had time, because less than a moment later, Fred scrambled through the portrait hole with Lee close behind. George immediately sat in a nearby chair, and pretended to be asleep.

"George," he heard Lee's voice. "Wake up. Fred's lost his mind."

George opened his eyes, and stretched leisurely. "Oi, what happened?" he asked groggily.

"We broke up," came Fred's voice quietly. George looked at his brother, only to find him standing at the foot of the staircase that led to the girls' dormitory, looking up with quiet determination.

George took a breath, looking away. "Why?"

Fred ignored his brother. Clenching his fists, which he held at his sides, he bellowed her name for the whole Tower to hear.

>>>

Angelina shut the door behind her, clutching the doorknob for comfort. Her thoughts were so terrifying and her heartbeat was so wild that she didn't see Katie, who sat poised on her bed, jump and hurriedly push ten different sheets of parchment under her pillow. Or Alicia look from the mirror that hung by her bed to her in an all-knowing, expectant stare.

"Angelina?" The dark skinned girl looked at her blonde friend slowly. "What's wrong?"

Angelina turned her gaze away, pushing off of the door and walking to her bed. "Fred and I broke up."

"Oh?" Alicia looked at Katie with a pleased smile.

"Mm hmm." Angelina fell across her bed limply, staring up into the canopy.

"Oh." Alicia turned back to the mirror and resumed styling her hair.

"But you sound so sad," Katie turned to Angelina. "I thought you wanted it to be over."

"Mm hmm," Angelina sighed, closing her eyes.

Katie exchanged glances with Alicia, who shrugged nonchalantly. That was when they heard it.

"Angelina!"

>>>

Down in the common room, all eyes were on Fred. Lee and George looked at each other, then hurried over to the distraught one.

"Seriously, Fred," Lee said as he and George grabbed Fred and lead him to a table, "if you're trying to get Angelina back, I'm pretty positive you're taking the wrong way about it." They pushed Fred into a chair, which he tried to get out of, but ended up being shoved back down. "Would ya calm down? Damn!"

Fred cut a glance at Lee before shouting, "We have to talk, Angelina! And it would be nice if we did it now!"

"Fred!" George grabbed both of his brother's shoulders and shook him. "Calm down," he commanded slowly. Fred looked at his brother, at Lee, at everyone else in the common room, then took a deep breath. "Now," George said, letting go of Fred, "mind telling us what's with the Mad Troll out of Hell act?"

Fred took his time before answering. "Angelina and I had a talk today, a fight really, and she said that I was acting like I don't love her."

Lee frowned. "And?"

Fred stared at him incredulously. "I do!" He looked at George. "I do love her."

"Did you ever tell her that?" George asked shrewdly.

Fred fell silent. Finally, he said, "I thought she knew."

"Alright, back up." Lee looked from Fred to George to Fred again. "Now, what's the deal with Angelina? I think I need the whole story to get it."

Fred looked at both his brother and his friend, and sighed. "Fine, alright. Here's what happened. . ."

x X x

Fred was running through the corridors in a blurring speed, searching with frantic eyes for Angelina. He was feeling a sudden cleansing of the heart; he had wronged Angelina, and he had to set things right. Otherwise, Alicia would tell, Angelina would murder him, and he, Fred, would die before he ever got the chance to tell her, to let her know that he really, really still cared about her. That he loved her.

He rushed down a flight of stairs haphazardly and managed to knock down several people. One so happened to be a professor.

"Ten points from Gryffindor! Ten points!"

Fred hastily through an apology over his shoulder and continued on his way. Ten points? What were ten points? He had done much worse.

At the bottom of the staircase, he took a shortcut through an empty classroom. He thread through rows and rows of desks, making a beeline towards the other side where a heavy, wooden door loomed. When he reached it, he threw his entire body against it. It gave, and he fell through the open doorway, stumbling into someone.

x X x

"Angelina!"

She kept her eyes closed, fighting the most terrible urge to scream back. She had had enough of Fred Weasley.

Katie sat Indian-style upon her bed, shaking her head soberly. "He's lost his mind, I'm afraid," she told Alicia.

The brunette stood up from her bed and went to the door. "Well, I knew it would happen someday." She put a hand on the doorknob. "He yells again, I'm hexing him." The two of them waited and sure enough, they heard the hopeless voice again.

"We have to talk, Angelina! And it would be nice if we did it now!"

Alicia smiled skeptically, turning the doorknob.

"No, stop."

Alicia looked in Angelina's direction. The melancholy girl was still lying motionless across her bed. "Angelina, you may be able to stand Fred's earsplitting cries of disgrace, but I simply have no tolerance for it. I either have to shut him up or jump out the window." Alicia paused but Angelina made no comment. "Angelina!"

"Fine. I'll talk to him." She didn't move. "No. . .I can't even look at him now."

"Why, what happened?" Katie asked, with genuine concern.

"The idiot cheated," Alicia retorted bluntly.

Angelina turned her head to look at her friend. "How did you know that?" she asked quietly.

Alicia made a sour face. Reluctantly, she replied, "I saw him with her today. Keep in mind, Angel," she added quickly, "I never knew until today, so don't put me at fault. If I had known earlier I wouldn't have ever hesitated telling you."

Angelina turned her head away. "I wish you had told me before he and I talked." She laughed bitterly. "It would have saved a lot of harsh feelings."

Alicia smiled, almost apologetic. "So how'd you find out?"

"I saw it for myself. Fred and I were talking and she just walked up-"

"What?" Alicia stepped away from the door and walked over to Angelina's bed, wearing an unbelieving expression.

"Are you serious?" Katie made a face. "That was really rude."

Angelina shook her head. "And she just hugged him, gave him this really hopeful look, and said, 'I missed you, Freddy.'"

Alicia and Katie looked at each other. "Freddy?"

Angelina nodded, covering her face with her hand. "Freddy. Oh my god."

"And. . .and what did Freddy do?" Alicia inquired in awe.

Angelina uncovered her face and looked up into Alicia's gray eyes. "What do you think he did?"

x X x

She couldn't be seeing this, this girl holding Fred, this Fred looking embarrassed, this embarrassment touching her. She took a step back as she looked at the two of them, all she could do was shake her head.

"Analise, let go," he said gently, trying to unwrap himself out of her arms.

Angelina's heart seemed to be pumping lead now. For some reason, it hurt her terrible that he knew this girl's name, for some reason she couldn't fathom. And the way he spoke to her? Analise, let go. . .Did he actually care for this girl?

"But, Freddy, I thought. . ." The girl trailed off as Fred pulled away from her. She looked, puzzled, into his face, wanting a reason for why he was treating her this way, just as Angelina wanted a reason why he had treated her that way.

But something had broke in Angelina. She gave the girl a furious glare, turning all her pain on the other female. "You thought? You thought what?" she fired loudly, and the girl turned a startled face on her. "What, exactly? That he loved you?" Angelina smiled bitterly now as she took a step toward Analise, who looked frightened. "Because he doesn't. He can't." She reached for the girl, but he intervened, holding her away. "How can he love you, when he can't even love me? Anyone?"

"Angelina!"

She turned her heated gaze from Analise to Fred. "What do you want from me, Freddy?" she cried with anguish. "To pretend as if I never saw her? I'd rather pretend I never loved you!" Tears clung heavily to her voice, but it was better for her voice than her eyes.

"Would it be any different from what you've been doing for weeks, Angie?" he asked gravely.

"So I'm to blame?" Angelina questioned, mortally wounded.

"No," he answered slowly. "But Analise isn't."

"Who is this?" Analise spoke up with gained courage. "Do you know her?"

Fred opened his mouth, but Angelina's words came rushing out. "I'm Angelina Johnson, formally known as Fred's girlfriend. Who are you?"

Analise looked stricken. "You have a. . .girlfriend? You never told me that, Fredd - Fred," she said soft with sadness.

"I'll bet you fifty Galleons there are a thousand things he hasn't told you," Angelina whispered dully.

Analise looked from Angelina's face to Fred's, openly hoping he would say something, anything, to prove everything that the older girl had said false and when he didn't, she smiled up at him dejectedly.

"She's really pretty, Fred," she said before turning away, leaving the two alone.

Fred stared after her, a bit drained in color. Angelina looked at him with a hard heart. She pushed him roughly away and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Run after her, if you like. Don't let me hold you back. . .obviously, you never did before."

He looked at her, crestfallen. "Angie, I'm sorry-"

"Sorry?" Angelina put a hand to her forehead in a moment of hurt. "Sorry. And you want me to take that, Fred?"

"Yeah, in fact I do." His voice had changed. It had turned harsh. "I'm sorry you had to find out what I did this way. I had wanted to tell you. . ."

"When, Fred? If not now, then when? All these excuses, all these lies. . .if you didn't want to be with me, all you had to do was say it. It wouldn't have hurt like this."

"Yeah and what about you?" he turned on her in an emotion that was equivalent to hers.

"What about me, Fred?" she asked back, exasperatedly.

"You think I'm the only one who was never there, always walking in the other direction?" Angelina gave him a dubious look. "I have tried and tried to talk to you countless of times, Angelina, but you never wanted to. You were too busy, too tired, and too good."

"And is this how you feel?"

Fred laughed cynically, looking around. When he turned his eyes back on her, he opened his arms, his expression cruel. "What do you want from me, Ange? Anything you have to say, I'm right here, say it."

"We're through," she announced flatly. "I'm sorry you're sorry, Fred."

Fred screwed up his face in discontent. "What was that?"

"You cheated, I suffered, it's over," she offered slowly. And then her face changed considerably and she sighed. "'Bye, Fred."

He quickly grabbed her before she had a chance to turn away.

"Fred, let me go."

"Why do you keep running away?" he questioned sincerely.

"Fred."

"Can't you see that I lo-"

Angelina slapped him soundly and he released her in distress. They looked at each other for a full moment, he was red-faced with pain and anger and turmoil all in one and she was breathless.

"That's wonderful, Fred," Angelina spoke with resigned expression, "but I don't anymore." She turned, and this time he allowed her to go, to leave, to never look back. For once, he couldn't find the words to say.

x X x

"She said that?" Lee asked in awe. Fred nodded mutely. Lee looked amused. "You think she meant it?"

"She meant everything," Fred answered solemnly.

"That's rough, mate, but-"

"You cheated."

Fred looked up at his brother. George was staring down at him with a mixture of disgust and pain on his face. "Obviously, George." His brother chuckled disdainfully.

"What," he said with boldness, "ever happened to 'real love'? What was all that about?"

Fred gave George a hapless smile. "Please. Enlighten me."

>>>

"You said that?" Alicia was laughing herself to tears. "Brilliant, Angel. Brilliant."

"Did you mean it?" Katie wondered with empathy.

"I meant the hurt and the pain and the effect it caused. I don't know about the words."

The was a brief silence before Alicia broke it. "Okay, so we know now that you can't be sad about Fred, if you wanted to make him cry, so what is it you're pining about?

"George," Angelina answered quietly. "I don't think it's going to work."

A/N: Sorry if I disappointed anyone. Sorry it took five months to update. Sorry sorry sorry!

Evilevergreen: First off, Happy Belated Birthday! I feel bad that I didn't tell you on your birthday. . .really bad. :( Your review made me feel bad, too, but I know you don't hate me hate me. . .right? You know, I wasn't really going to make Fred actually cheat on Angelina, but you know how it is when what you plan to write isn't always what you actually write. . .right? And no, this story isn't going to have a happy ending ;p

believe-in-yourself4ever: You are like the only person who reviewed that was glad Angelina and Fred broke up. I was glad too, because I hate cheaters (excluding Angelina, because Fred made her do it ;p). I'm really glad you liked that chapter and I hoped you like this one as well. It took me some time to get all my ideas together for it, but at least I didn't give up! Thanks for the review.

heya: Lol, what a lovely review! Thank you. Your review was really honest and considerate and I really really appreciated it. Thanks so much for reading and thinking so nicely of this story :)

starXcrossed: You cried! I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to make anyone cry. I promise. Here, in this chapter I tried to make Fred seem good. . .ish. Could you tell. And you don't like Analise? I kinda feel sorry for her, but I don't think my opinion actually counts. So sorry about the humor. I shall try to put some comedy in here, maybe in the next chapter.

lillyskywalker3: Did you get my email? I'm sorry if you don't like the story, but I hope my email helped you to understand where I got the idea from

Zombie-Chicken: Yay, a George/Angelina shipper! Alicia, good for Fred? Whoops, didn't mean to hint that in the last chapter, but maybe I can add in the story. . .Anyways, thanks for reviewing!

angelface04: Why does everyone think Alicia is some sort of cruel, evil person with a sinister mind? She's just looking out for her best friend. That's all ;p Ooh, I think the Hogsmeade weekend is going to be in the next chapter, and something humongo may happen but I think I've already hinted at it in this chapter, and that comment about humongo not being in the dictionary broke my heart. Only kidding! I really loved your review :)

Semper Simul: Angie. . .being an ass? You know, you could be right, she is sort of being. . .I dunno, kinda mean. But break her heart, you say! Angelina's? Don't you think Fred deserves it? Hmm. Heh, thanks for reading/reviewing. It made me smile. P.S.- I did not use the word "Merlin" at all in this entire chapter. :)

B: Thank you so much for the pleasant review. I am so happy that you like it. Fred/Angelina forever, right:) I took your advice and I did tell some of the story from Fred POV in this chapter. Could ya tell :)

KWKY: Hey, new reader! Thanks for reading my story and reviewing!

oodobie: Lol, I really enjoyed reading your review. Alicia is sort of like that, isn't she? Always plotting and stuff. She was actually pretty nice in this chapter. Weird. But, thanks. Oh and by the way, I actually thought of doing an Angelina/Krum fic, but I need to get the ideas together and the plot. . .it sounds really interesting, though.