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November 8

Great Hall

Ugh, sorry about that vague last entry. It's just that Fred made me so upset! He accused me of having some sort of secret relationship with Oliver Wood, of all people!

See, I had woken up late and was rushing around. I grabbed whatever books I could find and sprinted down into the common room. I had missed breakfast, but Fred had decided to stay behind and wait for me. I tripped on the leg of one of the chairs and everything I'd been holding spilled onto the floor.

Unfortunately, Oliver's letter had been stuck to the back of my Potions textbook and Fred was the one that picked it up. When he saw that it was addressed to me and in Oliver's handwriting, his curiosity got the best of him. He was quite ticked off when he read the part, Love Oliver. I don't see what the big deal is!

But Fred insisted that Oliver had a thing for me and for all he knew, I could have a thing for Oliver as well! Ok, so maybe I used to have a crush on Oliver. But that was what, back in second or third year! And it wasn't anything spectacular to throw a fit about, anyway.

I'll say it, point blank. Oliver's a good-looking guy and I'd be very surprised to meet a girl that DIDN'T fancy him at one point or another. But now I'm with Fred. And I've always loved Fred. So just because Oliver signed it "love" doesn't mean I'm going to elope with him!

Jeez. I tried to explain this to him, but he wouldn't listen to me. It's that damn temper of his, I know it. We haven't stopped talking or anything but he's been giving me the cold shoulder. What an idiot.

Katie thinks that this will all blow over and we'll be back into each other's arms, snogging each other senseless in less than three days. Alicia says I should just forget about it and act like nothing even happened, because Fred's making a mountain out of a molehill.

I love the stupid boy, I really do. But it's incidents like these that make me wonder, what the hell am I doing?

November 11

Utility Closet

Haha, well isn't this ironic. Katie was absolutely bloody right. Today, as I was heading to second period class, Fred pulled me into some kind of janitor's closet where they keep all the cleaning supplies and started to apologize about the Oliver thing.

And then we started snogging each other senseless.

…Would I be a total loser if I confess that as soon as his lips hit mine, I totally forgot what we even were fighting about?

Ah, the strange life of Angelina Johnson. There's certainly never a dull moment when Fred Weasley is your boyfriend.

November 13

DADA

Alicia decided to put her hair in a side ponytail today and let me tell you, it looks absolutely ridiculous. Apparently, when she looked in the mirror, she thought it looked rather nice. However, when I told her she looked like 1982 had just rejected her, she launched her dress shoes right at my head. I tell you, the things I put up with. I live in a mad house. My address should be:

Angelina Johnson

Mad Academy

Mad House

England

November 16

Herbology

Fred transfigured a plastic spider into a live one, and then commenced to place it in Alicia's hair. Believe me, I attempted to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen to me. Then again, it was quite amusing to hear Alicia scream bloody murder during Care Of Magical Creatures.

Fred and I nearly died of laughter. Well, that is, I laughed behind her back. Being the good mate that I am, I weakly slapped Fred on the shoulder for engaging in such a devious act of public humiliation then died giggling as soon as she was out of sight.

November 21

Dorms

Today we had a Quidditch match and let me tell you, I was quite surprised that I didn't end up smashing Montague, or any of his unruly monkeys, in the face. When I had to shake hands with him, he damn near turned my fingers into powder. However, my restraint obviously didn't spread to the rest of my teammates…

Anyway, all the Slytherins proceeded to taunt Ron with that dumb "Weasley Is Our King" chant. Of course, they played dirty, slamming their brooms into everyone and what not.

I could sense that Fred was on his last nerve. When you've known a guy like Fred for more than two years, it's easy to know when his infamous short temper will explode. But I didn't think much of it, because I was too concentrated on winning the game.

Moving on, Harry went to go capture the Snitch, when a Bludger slammed into the back of his head. Madame Hooch paused the game and there was a great roar of confusion and shock from the Gryffindor side.

Clearly, the culprit had been Crabbe, which I fiercely pointed out to Madame Hooch. Harry seemed to be all right, which was very fortunate. On top of that all, though he'd been attacked, Harry had been able to get the Snitch.

This revelation caused animosity from the Slytherin team, with its leading advocate being (surprise, surprise), Malfoy. Boy, do I despise that little ferret. He thinks that just because he's loaded with money that gives him justification to treat everyone else like dirt. God, what an asshole.

Anyway, he started taunting Harry and the entire Weasley family. At first, everyone was too busy rejoicing to pay any attention to Malfoy. Despite the fact he was being ignored, Malfoy rambled on, proclaiming garbage such as, "…Wanted to write another verse…we couldn't fit in useless loser either-for his father, you know-.."

But pretty soon, his big mouth got him into serious trouble. Fred and George immediately snapped.

"Leave it," I said, latching onto Fred's arm.

I knew that this would be the straw that broke the camel's back. Fred honestly appeared as though, if given the chance, would break Malfoy's albino neck. And if this occurred, Fred certainly wouldn't get off the hook. McGonagall would be beyond furious.

As I tried to muzzle the raging bull otherwise known as my extremely hot, yet idiot of a boyfriend, Malfoy continued to tease and belittle all the Weasleys. Harry grabbed George, using all of his strength to hold him back.

Meanwhile, Fred was about to burst out of my grasp, so Alicia and Katie came to my rescue. Madame Hooch was nowhere to be found, because she was still scolding Crabbe for the bludger incident.

Before anyone of us could say "Holy Hippos!" George had broken free and was practically charging at Malfoy. Surprisingly, Harry joined in on the blood bath and socked the ferret in the stomach. I was absolutely terrified.

And not because I was worried that Malfoy would get hurt, because in any other normal circumstance, I'd be quite ecstatic. But this situation was different. All the teachers were milling about and of course, Headmaster Dumbledore. I didn't know the policy on fighting, but I knew it wouldn't simply be a detention with Snape.

Madame Hooch finally stormed over; roaring some spell that forced the fighters to separate. Fortunately, Malfoy was curled up in a ball, clutching his gut and moaning about his stupid nose. George had a fat lip and Fred was still threatening to breach our hold. Immediately, George and Harry were sent down to McGonagall's office.

The rest of the team and I scrambled back to the changing room's. Fred had calmed down a considerable amount, but was spewing out a chorus of curse words, some I had never even heard. No one said anything as they walked back, and I noticed that Ron looked reasonably upset, as though he felt guilty or something. He was the first one to change and the first one to leave.

I took a prolonged shower, hoping that the warm water would soothe my distress. Or more importantly, I think I secretly prayed that I'd somehow just drown. Anyway, Alicia and Katie knew that it wasn't the best time to console me, so they changed and left without aspiring to dish out a few friendly words of advice.

When I finally left the locker room, it was clear that the spectators had fled long ago. The stands were completely vacant, the autumn wind whispering their hollow song throughout the naked trees. I thought I'd take this time to walk as slowly as possible back to the common room, alone with my thoughts. But unfortunately or fortunately, however you look at it, Fred was waiting for me.

He was freshly showered and changed, droplets of water from the tips of his hair tumbling to the ground. I could tell that although he'd hoped that a refreshing and scalding hot shower would solve everything, his theoretical solution had failed.

We didn't say anything at first and I was grateful, because I had the feeling I'd burst out into tears or curse words, all directed at him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and his steps were sluggish and hesitant.

"Angie…" he began.

And that's when I knew I had to face the problem. I stopped walking and looked at up Fred, half of me wondering if this day had just been a horrible nightmare.

"What? What do you want? I doubt anything you have to say will make me feel better. I'm sorry if that offends you, but as of now, the odds aren't in our favor," I hissed.

He sighed and I knew that he was still furious, though not at me.

"Did you even hear what that little wanker said about my Dad, about my family? Am I supposed to just stand there and smile?"

I shook my head, all my emotions clashing and boiling, churning together in one large pot that surely would produce a disastrous combustion. I was trying to restrain my temper and surprisingly, my tears.

"I'm not deaf, Fred. Of course I heard. And I was just as pissed off as you were. But that doesn't mean I'm going to go and beat him to a pulp! There's a time and place for everything, and bashing Malfoy's head in front of Headmaster Dumbledore isn't one of them!"

His face was just about as crimson as his hair. His hands were in fists, the veins in his neck throbbing and thrashing against his skin. It was kind of frightening to see Fred suppressing so much disdain and malice towards one person. I've seen him angry before, but never this angry. His eyes were glowing, like a symphony of white lightening bolts against a steel colored, summer sky.

"Look, Angelina, maybe you've never had to deal with a prick like Malfoy, constantly making sport of your family. But I've had enough, all right? Maybe Ron can just sit back and walk away, but Malfoy deserves to get his fucking face destroyed. And if I didn't get to wipe that nasty little smirk off his face, then thank Heavens that someone did. Fuck, even Harry went at him and Malfoy wasn't directly teasing him!"

I was more so upset than filled with wrath. I couldn't believe that just about three days ago, Fred and I had been laughing and sneaking kisses behind all our professor's backs. Now, we were arguing about some stupid arse of a human being and half my Qudditich team was falling apart.

"I know, love. I know! I hate him too! But that's just what he wanted, don't you see! He wanted you and George and Harry to get upset. You boys think you won today, by beating him up. But in the end, we all lost. He got a rise out of you and now, half the team is about to get kicked off the team. And you know what, don't you think for one minute that I haven't been made fun of."

He thought this over for a moment, and then, as though he'd tasted something sour, he retaliated.

"I don't give a flying fuck about your philosophical babble. Malfoy's a little prick and I'm glad George broke his nose."

I was on the borderline of hysterics by now. I mean, on top of Harry and George being excellent assets to the team, I consider them, (well, more so George), to be friends. And who wants their friends to get kicked off the team?

Unless you were born with a frozen heart, then I can't think of anyone that would hope for such a reality. But Fred was too busy stewing in his own rage to bother to see my side of the story. All he could do was incessantly jabber about how much he wanted to cripple Malfoy for life.

"Look, I'm glad that Malfoy got what he deserved! But I'm not happy that George and Harry had to get in trouble and I'm not happy that it's not even halfway through the season and I'm losing players, not to mention friends! I just wanted to be a good Captain and I can't even do that right! Oh, I'm not the least bit upset that Malfoy has a broken nose but oh fuck…this-this is just awful!"

And that's when I totally lost it. I broke down and started sobbing. And boy, when I cry in front of Fred, you know I'm beyond irritated. You know, when you cry sometimes, it just purges you of your grief? Well, any amount of crying wasn't going to help me.

This display of heartache snapped Fred out of his prehistoric caveman starvation for blood. He took a few steps forward, instinctively wanting to wrap his arms around me. But considering the circumstance of the argument, he wasn't entirely sure if this was the best approach.

All things considered, I think that his hesitation was the best reaction. I really wouldn't have cared if he held me, but I was just so tied up by my emotions that I probably would have shoved him off.

"Angie…please. You know I hate to see you cry. I'm sorry, all right? And well…I bet George and Harry are sorry too. And you're not a bad captain. You're a damn good one. Please…don't cry…C'mon. But you have to understand, enough was enough, you know? This probably would have happened sooner or later…Angel…please…don't be upset."

His voice had dropped an octave, the anger turning into remorse. He reached for my hand, rubbing his thumb across my skin, taking each action with caution.

"I-I.."

But I couldn't get a word out, because as soon as I opened my mouth, my sentences were strangled by my sobs. I fell into his arms and he willingly embraced me, cuddling me like physical, childhood nostalgia. He kissed away a few tears, brushing his lips against mine, searching my face for a reliable solution.

"Please don't cry, Angel…love….it'll be all right," he whispered.

But I couldn't stop crying and we both knew that happy endings rarely occurred in reality. When we got back to the castle, everyone was scattered about. Ron was still nowhere to be found.

After dinner, the team gravitated back to the common room, where we all found out that George, Fred and Harry had been sentenced to a life-long ban from Qudditich. I probably would have started to cry all over again, but I was all out of tears.

I just couldn't deal with it anymore. After five minutes of listening to everyone voice his or her complaints about the injustice of Umbridge's ruling, I headed off to bed.

And now here I am, thinking about how the hell I'm going to fix this mess.