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October 11

Herbology

Ugh, Katie keeps wailing that song, "A Dingo Ate My Baby" by that horribly annoying band, 98.5 Degrees. They're this new pop band that the entire population of England seems to be fascinated with, even the males. I don't even like pop music that much; it's just that the song is damn catchy! To add to my distress, Katie isn't exactly the best singer, so to hear her screeching as I attempt to complete my Potions essay isn't the greatest asset.

Speaking of homework, I swear Professor Snape is going off the deep end! He definitely finds pleasure in drowning all of his students with work. We have a test just about every other week and each night, we're forced to read a new chapter.

All this reading wouldn't be so difficult and tedious if each section wasn't twenty-five pages long! Fred says I need to relax and lighten up, but I can't. It's becoming harder and harder to get into a good university. Everywhere you turn, just about every student has this going for them or that going for them. Exceptional grades aren't enough anymore. You have to do it all.

I really wish I could follow Fred's advice, but the more I think about the school, the more frustrated and frazzled I become. Fred has recently been putting all his effort into relieving my stress. Now, now, get your mind out of the gutter! I didn't necessarily mean that way.

Unfortunately, my idiotic boyfriend's idea of relieving some of my stress is to agitate a very greasy-haired Potions Professor and in result, earn a week's worth of detention. It's funny at the time, but I keep reminding Fred that whatever university he wants to attend isn't going to applaud him for trouble making…

Much to my glee, my birthday is this month! I'm kind of afraid that the twins and Lee will turn my hair blue or something wacky like that. I'm starting to get too old for their elaborate shenanigans.

I told Katie and Alicia to keep their ears and eyes open, just in case the boys decide to do something outrageous. They've promised to be on the look out. Sadly, I'm starting to suspect that whatever the boys are planning; those two are in on it as well.

October 15

Library

Oh God, you'll never believe what happened today! I wake up, expecting the day to be fairly decent. I had about a pile of homework but it was getting closer to Friday, so I didn't mind. I hate that old bat, I really do! Umbridge posted some notice in all the common rooms, basically saying that any school club/team/group will have to be approved by her first! That's about the dumbest idea I've ever heard in my entire life!

She's doing this just to spite the Gryffindors, I know it. She hates us all. Ugh, I mean honestly. This is just so alarming and confusing and spontaneously ridiculous that I'm unable to form coherent thoughts.

Katie and Alicia attempted to calm me down, but it was to no avail. If I had been a rabid dog at the moment, I would have been foaming at the mouth. Disgusting to say, but absolutely true.

Kates and Alicia were so bored and fed up by my ranting that they ran off to go retrieve Fred. They couldn't mind him so after wolfing down breakfast, we all went to class without him. But it was soo hard to concentrate. All I could think about was Umbridge and her LAME request.

Mind you, this was all before lunch! I was walking to my second block class, which was coincidentally enough, DADA. I was strolling down the corridor, stomping my feet like a racehorse and muttering curses under my breath. Alicia had abandoned me for George, due to the fact she was totally annoyed by my excessive rage. I was going by this old classroom when all of a sudden, the door vibrantly whooshed open, a strong hand gracefully snatched me by the waist and dragged me into the classroom.

The door slammed shut behind me and I didn't have time to think, let alone yell because it happened all so quickly. I was about to deliver a serious beating to the culprit when an all-too-familiar pair of lips crashed onto mine. I dropped my books and returned the kiss, knowing that it was Fred without even opening my eyes.

It was a skill that originated from time. I knew the scent of him, the texture of his hair, all by the way he held me. And it doesn't come from just knowing him for several years. When your best guy friend suddenly transforms into your boyfriend, it's like finding a favorite sweater with a hole in it.

You stitch together the hole and when you wear that sweater again, it's instantly different from the last time you wore it. But at the same time, it's the same comforting, soothing, relaxing, sentimental article of clothing that you've always known. I get a rush every time I'm with him, though I have the ability to figure out what he'll say before he even opens his mouth.

Anyway, after a heated snogging session, Fred finally got around to asking why I was so upset. I was sitting up on one of the desks, my hair a mess, my hands playing with his hair. He was standing in front of me, his arms wrapped around my waist, nestling his face in the crook of my neck. It would have been sort of romantic, if I weren't about to choke on the dust or the fact I was still pissed off about Umbridge's crazy demand.

"Something bothering you, love?" he murmured.

I let out an aggravated sigh.

"Just the fact that Umbridge is a total COW and I'm drowning in mounds of homework," I crossly replied.

He laughed, brushed his lips across my cheek and then met my eyes. He towered over me and I gazed up, suddenly feeling that my complaint was a bit childish.

"Are you talking about that bloody ridiculous announcement she posted in the common room?"

I nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, what's her damage? Seriously. What the hell is she thinking?" I screeched.

Fred laughed again, unable to fully understand my anger.

"Granted, I totally agree that what she's doing is stupid but I don't understand why you're getting so upset about it. It's not like she's Headmaster Dumbledore or anything. Getting pissed off about this isn't going to change the situation. Hell, if you went up to the toad and started to complain, she'd probably think up something even more stupid to slam us with."

I thought this over. Much to my shock, Fred was actually making sense. Since when did this happen?

"Merlin, I think the world is coming to an end," I moaned.

He rose an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"Because, for once in your lifetime, you're making complete and total sense."

He arrogantly smirked, as though my compliment and blunt observation was something he heard every day.

"Actually, I can make a lot of sense. It's just that I never say so. Requires too much effort to be logical and all that crap," he sarcastically explained.

I rolled my eyes.

"Thinking past breakfast requires too much effort on your part."

"Oh, sod off," he responded, without malice.

I laughed at his annoyance and he pulled me closer, sweeping my lips into another round of compassionate kisses.

Though my mood had certainly calmed down, I went and found Harry. I know he's been having a bit of trouble with Umbridge and the woman keeps giving him detentions. So I made him promise that he would keep his temper. We need all the practice we can get, with all the team members present.

I don't need Harry missing a few practices because of something trivial. God, I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to be captain. It's so much harder than I thought. Then again, I guess it just comes with the job.

Katie and Alicia were considerably overjoyed that Fred had managed to cool my temper. Actually, I think everyone in a five-mile radius was excited that I wasn't about to tear his or her head off. I really don't mean to get so worked up. Maybe I need like…anger management. Haha. Yeah, right.

October 19

Dorms

Ugh. Today at lunch, some babbling idiot of a girl from Hufflepuff swaggered her way all over to our table just to "borrow the butter dish." In reality, we all know that she just walked over to get a good look at Fred. Honestly, despite the fact we've been dating for little over a year now, everyone still thinks that Fred's single or something! Granted, the number of admirers has been cut down a bit but still, it's like they breed them in the Lake or something.

I swear, maybe I should just get a big sign that says, "I'M WITH ANGELINA" and then glue it to his forehead!

Fred, being his usual bone head self, doesn't mind the attention though he knows it bothers me. Most of the time he just ignores whoever it is or he uses the incident as an opportunity to snog me senseless in public. I don't mind the latter that much, though I'd rather not engage in any tonsil hockey for our entire year to see.

In other news, it seems as though Alicia and George are fighting. George is pissed because he heard from an "outside source" that Alicia was flirting with Henry Dayloncray, the foreign exchange student from France. Katie and I both know that Alicia only has eyes for George, but George is convinced that Alicia was all over this kid or something. I have to admit, Henry's got the dreamy look about him.

He's a bit taller than I am, though not as tall as the twins are. He looks like he should be smoking some fancy cigarette in some dark French café, than attending school.

Anyway, they had a bit of a row outside the library and now they aren't speaking to one another. Lee, Fred, Kates and I all have placed a bet on how long this will last. I give it three days. Lee says that Alicia can be stubborn as hell so he's giving it about a week. Somehow, I think I'm about to get richer….

But back to my point. Wait, what was my point? Eh, I don't know. Alicia was spotted talking to Henry-I'm-A-French-Male-Model during lunch. George attempted to chuck his French Bread at Henry's extremely small head but missed. In consequence, he ended up smacking Peter Parker, a very scary and very hairy Slytherin in the back of the neck, who's about eight feet tall and could probably snap George in two.

So George decided to go around school with a tight-fitting skull hat and dark sunglasses for the rest of the day, to avoid executing Peter's thirst for destroying his face. Despite the fact that there isn't any hat in the world that could tone down his bright red hair, George managed to sneak his way out of a possibly (literally) bloody fight.

And despite the fact this is extremely sad and tragic, Fred and I couldn't stop laughing about it. Usually George isn't scared of anyone. Both of the twins were practically born fearless. But when Peter menacingly turned around and glared at George, poor George appeared as though he'd piss his pants.

Lee and Fred wouldn't restrain their teasing. Lee constantly preformed this excellent imitation of George's expression and nearly got socked in the mouth for it. Ah, anyway. I'm still working on the Umbridge thing. She hasn't exactly approved or vetoed my request for our House Quidditch team yet. I'm hoping that Harry won't do anything more to piss her off…