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-A/N: Happy New Year! To start off your year with a bang, here's the next installment of What I Like About You. Cheers.

September 17

Common Room

Bloody Potter landed himself in detention AGAIN. I mean, is he doing this just to spite me? I cornered him in the Great Hall today and started giving him a very animated lecture. I think he assumed I was going to start throwing a fist or two. I think I probably could have but Mcgonagall waltzed up before I could get out of hand. She took away five points but then lectured Harry when she found out my reasoning for vocal rampage.

The practice session didn't go as fabulous as I'd prayed. But we got a lot done. Ron actually is becoming consistent with his goal blocking and catching. Due to the fact we had no unwelcome "spectators", he was feeling much more confident. I had to give him a bit of a pep talk before hand. But it apparently worked.

Nothing went remotely wrong. Katie didn't land herself in the hospital wing and Malfoy didn't pop out of a bush and start throwing insults. It didn't go perfect but it went well. Fred teased me about my slight obsession with perfection after practice. Because I was in such a good mood, I offered to take in the ball crates by myself and everyone else could get an early start back to the castle. Fred insisted that he stay behind and help, so I didn't protest. I think he just saw this as a chance for a snog session.

"You aren't going to have a nervous breakdown because Ron hasn't morphed into Wood's prodigy, are you?" he mockingly questioned as we headed back up to the castle.

I gently shoved him on the shoulder, shooting a quick glare at him.

"No, but you'd better watch out, Frederick Weasley, before I do serious damage to that handsome face of yours."

He rolled his eyes and lazily wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him. I didn't mind at all.

"You wouldn't dare. It'd be useless to even try, because you'd be unable to resist my boyish charm and ridiculously astonishing wit," he smugly shot back.

I poked him in the side, grinning at him.

"Don't hold your breath."

He chuckled and seized my lips into a playful kiss. And as most good things happen to be, you can't just have one….

When we finally got back to the castle and into the warmth of the common room, Fred started talking with Lee. I joined in on the discussion that Alicia and Katie were having about some random celebrity and her fatal hair do.

The girls and I were sitting on the spacious couch, in front of the fire, while Fred and Lee were situated by the window, behind us. All of a sudden, in the middle of our conversation, Katie nearly ripped my arm out of my socket.

"Oh my God, Angie, look!" she urgently whispered.

"What?" I questioned, gazing to my right.

Katie shook her head.

"No, no, behind you. Isn't that girl the one you've been having problems with?" she asked.

I casually turned my head and witnessed LOO STALKER feverishly speaking to Fred, her hand resting in the middle of his arm, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed. Fred was staring at her with skeptical disbelief and caution, his lips pursed into a straight line. Loo Stalker was firmly nodding her head, trying to make Fred believe something that was most likely a pile of rubbish.

Lee was now quietly talking to George, who had just walked down the stairs, his body turned away from Fred and Loo Stalker. Something kicked my stomach with ample force and I cringed. Whatever was going on wasn't good.

"Who did you say she was?" Alicia curiously wondered, furrowing her eyebrow.

My eyes never left Fred. Loo Stalker seemed to be doing most of the talking. Every time Fred started to speak, she would interrupt and shoot him a smug smirk. Fred looked distressed and he kept messily running his hand through his hair.

"One of his ex-girlfriends. You know, the one that verbally attacked me in the bathroom? She's raving with jealousy ever since she found out that Fred and I are an item," I crisply informed.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Loo Stalker started sauntering towards the portrait hole. To my shock, Fred reluctantly trailed after her and in less than a minute; the inky darkness of the corridors had swallowed them whole.

September 25

Charms

The teachers have been piling on the work like slave drivers. I've spent the past two nights holed up in the library, trying to get essay after essay done. Fred and George haven't been the least bit fazed by any of this, though George seems to care just a little bit more about his schoolwork than Fred. I've attempted on several occasions to persuade him to hit the books but he just gets cross and storms away. Therefore, I've given up completely.

I don't feel like starting another world war over homework. Alicia and even Katie really feel the weight of all the labor we've been forced to succumb to. Take for example, just yesterday. Katie almost went out of the common room wearing two different colored socks! You know there's something bothering a person like Katie, Queen of All Fashion Extravaganzas, when she forgets to wear matching socks.

Fred has been acting like nothing happened, when hinted about the little incident between himself and Loo Stalker. I had Lee ask him for me during breakfast but Fred wouldn't give him a straight answer. He kept saying, "It was nothing important."

I've been trying to put it behind me but it keeps subconsciously badgering me. I really need to stop worrying about dumb things like that. I'm coming to the point where hearing about anything that has to do with Loo Stalker, just doesn't matter. I know she's a jealous lunatic, so therefore, why does it matter if she pathetically attempts to woo Fred time and time again? He doesn't like her and he never did.

Case closed.

September 28

Care of Magical Creatures

Ok, so I lied. I directly asked Fred about what he so desperately needed to talk to Loo Stalker about, because I thought he would actually inform me since I'm his girlfriend. We were sitting down for dinner after a long day of classes, enjoying our meals and talking to one another. I was sitting next to Fred, who was sitting across from George and Alicia. Katie was on my other side, with Lee situated across from her.

I didn't want to pounce on him in front of everyone so I waited until the four were in a heated debate about Professor Flitwick and whether or not the little patch of ivory hair on his head was a hairpiece.

"Fred?" I hesitantly asked.

He stopped cutting up his steak and turned in his chair to look at me.

"Hmm?"

I fidgeted with my napkin, eyes sweeping the floor and then back again to meet his.

"I don't mean to be nosey but I saw you leave the common room a few days ago, with that girl. You know, the one that's been giving me trouble every time I see her in the loo?" I informed.

I couldn't very well call her Loo Stalker, could I?

He looked uncomfortable and picked up his fork and knife to begin the process he had stalled.

"It's nothing, really. She was just bugging me about meaningless stuff, really."

His words were carefully chosen and short, as though one wrong move and he'd demolish whatever hidden facts he was protecting. I felt frustrated. Why couldn't he tell me? He had no problem telling me just about everything else that was going on in his life but it was taking a painstaking amount of effort to reveal this.

"Are you sure? If it was nothing, then why did you have to leave the common room with her?"

He let his fork and knife clatter to his plate once more. He turned to me, his eyes narrowed and his expression twisted into annoyance and defeat.

"Look, she's just still hung up that I'm dating you and not her. I didn't want her to make a scene so when she said she needed a bit of privacy, I suggested that we go outside," he sharply snapped.

"But-"

"Look, Angelina, just drop it, ok?" he caustically demanded.

I gazed into his eyes and for once, was bewildered. I had no idea if he was telling the complete truth or if there was something else lurking behind his story. I wanted so badly to believe him and have it be that, but I knew if he were spurting comments of validity, he wouldn't have gotten so annoyed when I continued to question him.

And then there was the truthful observation that this girl just wouldn't give up. Despite the fact that Fred had dumped her and clearly didn't want anything to do with her, she just wouldn't give up. She'd do anything to win Fred back.

But when I saw the pleading look of frustration on Fred's face, I couldn't bear to press the issue a step further.

I was in no mood to let the situation come to an explosive boil. So for then, I dropped it. There was just so much running through my mind and there was so much I wanted to say, that I thought it would be best left for another day.

I sighed, letting him know that I was surrendering.

"Oh. All right."

His expression relaxed, his old goofy self slowly creeping back into play. He threw me his infamous grin of boyish mischief and irresistible charm but for once in a long time, I didn't swoon. I was too preoccupied with my acid-like distress. His eyes swept to the untouched heaping of mashed potatoes on my plate.

"Are you going to eat that?" he questioned, the light playfulness in his voice obviously forced.

I shrugged, throwing the napkin that was placed on my lap, to the right side of the table.

"No, I'm not that hungry."

"Wicked," he beamed.

He dipped his spoon into the mushy substance and slapped it onto his half-full plate. He looked at me; the grin still intact and I forced out a laugh.

"I'm heading up early. I just remembered that I have all that homework for Mcgonagall to do," I airily enlightened.

Fred stopped stuffing his face with mashed potatoes to gaze up in confusion.

"But you barely ate anything," he observed.

I shook my head and rose from my seat. Dinner was nearly over and a small herd of people had already departed back to their common rooms. Katie, Alicia, George and Lee suddenly ceased their conversation and stared at me with curious bafflement.

Katie's eyes swung down to my plate, which was occupied with half a chicken leg, a small hill of vegetables and a piece of French bread.

"Yeah, your plate is nearly full," she added.

I looked away.

"I just don't feel that hungry. I'll see you guys in a few."

Before they could say anymore, I swiftly got up and walked away. I could feel Fred's eyes guiltily boring into my back even after I was out of sight.