Disclaimer: Sadly, I'm just a broke high school student with too much time on her hands.

A/N: OMMMGGG. I SAW HP & GOF ON OPENING NIGHT AND IT WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING! If you haven't seen it, stop reading this, get up and GO SEE IT NOW! Haha. I really think this was the best one out of the previous three movies. And let me just say RUPERT GRINT. JHSJKAJHKFJDSF. I'm going to marry you. And if that doesn't work out, there's always Robert Pattison! Haha. Sorry. The Giddy Fan Girl took over for a moment there. Anyway, read, review and enjoy!

Xoxo

gene

September 3

Common Room

Today I told Harry about tryouts and my title as Captain as soon as I saw him. George, Fred, Katie and Alicia already knew. Lee was a part of the group as well, even though he's not even on the team. I told them all after classes, when we were eating dinner. They all are really happy for me. Fred kissed me and told me he was "proud of me." I blushed.

The rest of our friends all started going "awww" and Fred promptly threw them the finger while telling them to "sod off."

That's Fred for you.

Despite the fact I am now Angelina Johnson, Gryffindor Qudditch Captain and this news should have me riding a wave of happiness for the rest of my life, something very strange happened to me today. I was on my way to Charms and had stopped in the loo. I was alone, except for another girl. She was wearing Gryffindor robes but I didn't really know her.

I'd seen her around a few times before; I had no clue who she was. I think she's a seventh year. She was as tall as me, with porcelain skin and clear, gray eyes. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Anyway, I was at the sink, washing my hands and minding my own business when she turned to me.

"Hey, aren't you going out with Fred Weasley?" she intently wondered.

I studied her a bit more and then I realized where I'd seen her. Fred used to go out with her in fifth year. I remember because it was a Hogsmeade weekend. Fred had asked me to meet him at The Three Broomsticks. I thought it was going to just be him, but he brought HER along and it totally spoiled the afternoon. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Five minutes later, I had excused myself "to the bathroom" but possessed no intention of returning to the table or the pub.

So, feeling that she was up to something, I shrugged and said, "No."

She looked confused.

"Didn't you go to the Yule Ball with him?"

I pretended to think this was such a ludicrous idea that she was crazy for even implying it.

"Yes, but uh...he was doing me a favor. The person I was going with canceled at the last minute so he offered to go with me," I quickly fibbed.

She seemed to believe it, so I pressed on.

"Why'd you want to know?"

She sighed and let out a little chuckle, looking relieved and shutting off the water.

"Just wondering. I've heard a rumor or two that he's officially off the market. I mean, if he is, that's a shame. A Sex God like that? There's no hope for the rest of the female population. But I'd be surprised, because everyone knows he's never been able to keep his promises. He's been with more girls than I can count," she enthusiastically replied.

She probably thought I was another one of the "Giggly-Gang" and had been used by Fred, just as she had. It was kind of pathetic and kind of sad that she would easily fall into gossip with a stranger just for some new information on her unrequited love affair.

And then I realized what she had said.

He's been with more girls than I can count.

I tensely shut off the faucet and reached for a paper towel to dry my hands. I probably was going to be late to Flitwick's class but I didn't think he would mind too much. He's rather easy-going.

"Now, what do you mean by…been with?" I curiously asked.

I didn't want too seem too interested in what she was saying but I was dying to know.

Seeing as how there was more than one meaning to this term, I was rather enticed to what this girl had to say.

She smirked, suddenly feeling superior that she was knowledgeable and I was oblivious.

"Let's just say, Fred Weasley is definitely no virgin."

My eyes widened in total shock and I nearly gasped. Actually, it shouldn't have been such a shock, because I'd suspected it for some time. Fred never went into too much detail about all his conquests. I had never bothered to probe him for all the details anyway. I didn't want to know. I wasn't an idiot, though.

I knew Fred did more than the occasional snog with whatever girl he was with but I didn't have the heart to sit him down and ask him how far it had gone. Why would anyone want to hear about that anyway, unless you were another guy? He respected the fact that I wasn't too keen on hearing the play-by-play and never brought it up.

But hearing the words from another person was a blow to the stomach.

"How do you know?"

The nameless girl crumpled up the paper towel she had been using and stuffed it into the garbage can, behind her. She gazed in the mirror above the sink and adjusted her ponytail, then faced me once more. She raised an eyebrow, doubting that I was as clueless as my tone of voice sounded.

"It's no secret. I'm sorry to offend you if he's your friend or whatever, but Fred's a player. I've learned my lesson. I've played with fire and gotten burned."

With that, she primly walked out of the bathroom and to her next class, leaving me in a pool of doubt and disbelief. When I finally wandered into charms, I was five minutes late. Professor Flitwick scolded me but thankfully didn't give me a detention. I took my seat next to Fred, who was reading some note that Lee had passed him.

He didn't look up when I sat down. He dipped his quill in the ink before him and his messy scrawl decorated the piece of parchment. Fred let the ink dry for a split second, then folded up the note and pretended to stretch his arms over his head and yawn.

The note fell to the floor behind him and Lee quickly snatched it up. Professor Flitwick continued on with explaining some new spell we were about to attempt.

"Hey, you" he warmly greeted, turning his head to me.

I looked him in the eye and wondered how someone I knew, practically inside and out, could have this whole other side to him that I was clueless about? But maybe I had only remained clueless because I wanted to.

I gave him a half-smile; the conversation with the nameless girl still embedded in my mind.

"Hi."

I was dying to ask him if what she had said was true, but I kept my mouth shut. Keeper tryouts are in a few days and I didn't need another mountain of stress to add to the pile. Like they say, ignorance is bliss.

September 4

Care of Magical Creatures

This is my last class of the day, thankfully. I'm still irked by what that girl in the loo said. I haven't the courage to ask Fred, but I'd rather hear the truth directly from his mouth than rely on what some bitter drama queen had to offer. Fred, George, Alicia, Lee and I all had double potions this morning. Snape seemed to be in a bad mood and what made it even worse was that class was with the Slytherins.

The twins got in trouble more than once for not paying attention. Consequently, they both have a detention after class. Fred kept insisting that I do something wrong too, so I could get detention with him but I just rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Why should I land myself in detention just for him? I've got Quidditch business to organize all before tomorrow and I don't have time to waste with Snape in the dungeons. I think Fred was a little mad that I didn't want to spend detention with him but I could care less. If he wants to be mad about a dumb thing like that, then I'm not going to stoop down to his level.

However, he wasn't as upset as I thought, because he smiled when he gave me a huge kiss before I went to Divination and he went off to Muggle Studies. This gave me the chance to talk to Alicia about the strange girl in the loo. We were supposed to be looking at tealeaves, so I got my book out to make it look like I was consulting it for helpful hints.

"So, do you think the girl was telling the truth?"

Alicia pretended to be confused by the arrangement of her tealeaves, peering intently into the cup.

"I don't know. She could be just angry that Fred dumped her. Or, no offense, but with his reputation, she could be telling the truth. An exaggerated version, no doubt but still the truth. I'd be surprised myself if Fred honestly wasn't you know….very experienced in that department."

I bit my lip, having a sinking feeling that she made sense. I would have to be a total idiot to think that Fred wasn't the squeaky-clean person I wanted him to be. Despite the fact he never told me, I always had a gut feeling that he'd engaged in more than just a "kiss" with all of his former flames. Why is it that I always have such a hard time dealing with anything that has to do with Fred and relationships?

Am I, in fact, relationship retarded or something?

"Do you think I should talk to George about it? I mean, he's his twin. He'll know all the details."

I figured that if I couldn't ask Fred, the next best thing was to go to George.

Alicia rose an eyebrow.

"Why don't you just ask Fred himself?" she exasperatedly suggested.

I frowned. Ask Fred! Was she insane?

"Ask Fred! I can't do that! I don't want him to get mad at me. Besides, I don't want to make it sound like I'm having second thoughts about our relationship so soon."

Alicia shrugged, as though she were deeply bored already.

"All I can say, is that both of you would be much better off if you just told the truth."

I mulled this over, knowing she was completely right but also knowing I wouldn't have the heart to confront Fred. Since when had I turned into such a mouse? Maybe ever since I'd miraculously snagged myself Fred Weasley as a boyfriend. Wait a minute, who does Alicia thinks she is, handing out relationship advice like she's the next Oprah?

Just because she and George haven't hit any rocks yet, she thinks she's the Queen of Relationships and Beyond. For Pete's sake, my ten year old cousin could give me relationship advice. But that doesn't mean it's right!

…Yeah, who am I kidding. Alicia's entirely right as usual and I don't have enough courage to confront my own boyfriend about some stupid rumor some wacko head case decided to make up. But can you blame me for not wanting any trouble in paradise? It took me quite awhile to confess my feelings to Fred and to lose everything we have would be like quitting before we even really started.

I don't think I've ever cared about a guy this much before. It's kind of scaring me…