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December 20

Common Room

There was a DA meeting today, which took place in the Room of Requirement. We paired up and practiced spells and stuff, in case of an attack. I went against my better judgement and partnered up with Fred.

Although we attempted a few spells, he snatched the opportunity to transform my hair into a hideous shade of day-glow yellow. However, when he brought over the mistletoe and demanded a kiss, I refused until he changed my hair to its original state. Serves the git right!

Christmas is quickly approaching and I'm almost done with my shopping. I bought Lee and George gift certificates, which allow them to spend it on any store in Hogsmeade. I bought Katie a manicure and pedicure set because she's confessed that she always paints her nails in History of Magic.

For Alicia, I'm giving a set of quills, on account that she's always misplacing her own, and one of those lavender bath kits that comes with bath beads and bath salts. I'm still stumped about Fred. I want to give him something meaningful, but I don't want to appear as though I'm trying too hard.

Fred's mentioned to me that he'll be spending Christmas Hols at The Burrow. He also asked me if I wanted to stop by. Of course, I was happy to accept his offer.

I think it'll be a little weird though, because it'll be the first time that I'm going to his house, as his girlfriend. I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Weasley will be too surprised, though. I mean, Mrs. Weasley has been practically predicting a Weasley/Johnson wedding since the start of our friendship. It should be quite an interesting affair, though.

December 26

My Room

Home

As you can see, the whole Christmas at The Burrow didn't exactly work out. I'm not at all angry or upset, though. Fred sent me an OWL a few hours ago. It was pretty vague but explained all the basic details.

There's been a family situation and Mr. Weasley is currently at St. Mungo's, recovering from an injury. He didn't tell me what or why, but it's not like I'm itching to know. I just hope that whatever it is, he has a speedy and efficient recovery. Attached to his letter, was a package wrapped in heavy, brown paper.

I assumed that it was Fred's Christmas present for me and I assumed correctly. After tearing apart the paper, I stumbled across a box that contained a rose made of pure, Honeyduke's chocolate.

Accompanying the chocolate rose were two, silver charms for my tennis bracelet. The first was a Qudditich broom and the second was an oval and in the middle, was decorated with a small gemstone that's my birthstone.

I sent him an OWL back, thanking him profusely and wishing all the best for his dad. I'm going to wait until school starts again to give him my present as well as George's gift. I bought Fred a book about potion mixing, which I thought would be practical for his intended joke shop business.

Along with the book, I purchased a hat and mitten set. My parents got me some really fab gifts this year and Mum actually cooked Christmas dinner without setting the house ablaze. Katie, Lee and Alicia all went home for Christmas Hols as well, so I invited them over for New Year's Eve.

Due to old habit and tradition, my parents always throw a pre-New Year's party. It's mainly my annoying relatives and their even more annoying friends from work, so you can see why in the past, I've shut myself up in my room.

However, after much begging and pleading, the gang is allowed to hang out. I extended this invitation to the twins, but on account of Mr. Weasley's current state of health, I doubt that they'll come. It doesn't bother me if they decline the invitation, but I'd be really ecstatic if they could pop on over.

The four of us have already exchanged gifts, so I don't have to wait until the start of new term. Surprisingly, for once, Quidditch is the last thing on my mind.

January 2

Potions

The start of new term and the start of a New Year. As soon as I saw Fred, I ran into his arms and gave him a big hug. He was quite taken back, but was also quite pleased. I gave him his Christmas present during lunch and thankfully, he liked them.

It seems that Mr. Weasley is safe and sound and enjoyed Christmas at home. Fred wouldn't say anything more about the situation and I didn't press him. I figure that despite the fact I'm his girlfriend, family business is personal and I really don't have a right to know, if he doesn't want me to know. You know what I mean?

I scheduled Quidditch practice for every other Friday of this month. This upcoming practice will only be the second time that we've practiced with Ginny, Andrew and Jack. From my intuition, I can tell that Ginny will have no problem fitting in with the rest of the team or pulling her own weight as a team member.

As for Andrew and Jack, let's just say that I'm eternally grateful that they can stay on their brooms without falling to their deaths. However, I refuse to let Fred know about my worries, because I know he'll just shoot me a smirk and say, "I told you so."

There are few occasions when I'm wrong and Fred is right. I'd like to keep it that way. In a case of unfortunate events, it appears as though George and Alicia are having a little something we all call, "trouble in paradise." Ever since his return from Xmas Hols, Alicia has accused George of being withdrawn and distant, which is entirely weird.

That's the sort of behavior I'd expect from Fred, not George. Anyway, Alicia's talked to George, attempting to find out what's bugging him, but he either changes the subject or walks away.

Now the both of them are mad at each other, even though both of them don't know the reason why the other is upset. Who would have thought that teenage love could be so complicated? I just hope Fred doesn't start acting like that. I mean, he can be a total prat sometimes, but we usually work it out.

Oh well. I should just stop concentrating on things that haven't even happened yet and concentrate on this upcoming disaster of a Quidditich practice. I asked Fred if he wanted to come down to help me out, but he hasn't given me a response yet. I'd really appreciate if he made an appearance, though. It's always relieving to have an extra set of help.

January 12

Common Room

Quidditch practice wasn't too bad. Ginny's really improving and Andrew and Jack are at least putting 100 effort into their positions as Beaters, even if they lack the natural talent. Fred stopped by for a few minutes, gave Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee (AKA Andrew and Jack), a few pointers, then wandered back to the castle, saying he had other stuff to do.

He probably went to go work on some practical joke design, like exploding toilet seats or some other nonsense. I don't know if the team will exactly be ready for our match, which is scheduled for next week. However, if practice keeps going as it did today, then I can at least have some hope.

January 30

Dorms

Homework is killing me! Since Umbridge has suddenly decided to drown us all with book work, Alicia, Lee, Katie and I now have worked out the routine of dividing up the work and then copying each other's assigned questions.

I know it's wrong, but it honestly doesn't bother me that much. If it were another professor, Snape even, I would feel really guilty. But seeing as how Umbridge does this for her own sick pleasure, I could care less if it's morally unjust.

On another note, Fred has even stopped pretending to do the homework. He looks at it and then tosses it into the fire. George still does the homework, however this is only at his convenience. If he feels like doing it, he will. If he doesn't, he won't.

I talked to Fred about it and he snapped at me. I mean, I know he doesn't care about school and I've realized that there's nothing I can do to change his mind. But I can't watch and allow him to flunk out of school, on purpose. Anyway, I tried to bring it up yesterday evening, when we were all lounging around in the common room. It was around eight-thirty, so the majority of students weren't in bed.

Lee and George were playing a game of Exploding Snap and Alicia and Katie were attempting to talk some poor first year into a makeover. I was finishing up a bit of homework and Fred was next to me, turning oxygen into carbon dioxide.

"Aw, c'mon Angie, do you really need to finish that? I wanted to go outside and walk around before it gets too dark," he whined.

I shot him a scowl, annoyed that he was breaking my concentration.

"Unlike some one I know, I'd really like to graduate this year, honey," I muttered.

I knew I had said the wrong thing, because Fred immediately retracted his arm from my shoulder. He has an insanely short temper, though I've rarely been on the receiving end.

"Look, why do you always have to get nasty with me, whenever the subject is school? I'm not you, Angie. I'm not on a mission to solve world hunger or get some prize for world peace. Every time I suggest some alone time, you have to bring up grades and homework."

I put down my parchment and my quill, feeling a little guilty and a little cross. I looked him the eye, my patience suddenly as thin as his own.

"I care about you, is that such a crime? Excuse me for watching out for you. I don't want to see you flunk out of Hogwarts, is all. What would your Mum say? I don't think she'd be too pleased."

Fred rolled his eyes, his stubborn air as intimidating as it was unbreakable.

"Don't try to make me feel guilty. My Mum knows that I'm getting poor marks and as much as she yells, we both know there's nothing she can do about it! I'm glad you care, but I'm not five years old. I don't need my girlfriend acting as my mother. I can take care of myself, Angelina."

By now, people had lowered their voices and were staring. It was kind of hard to ignore, when Fred's voice was on the verge of shouting. I felt my cheeks flame with embarrassment, wishing that I'd never made that dumb comment in the first place. I grabbed my things and briskly stood up, hovering over him, holding onto my civility with every thread of effort and patience I could muster.

"Don't you raise your voice at me, Fred. You're right, I'm not your mother. I'm your girlfriend. And if you notice, the last part of that word is friend. So on top of loving you, I've always been your friend. And as a friend, I'm only trying to look out for you. But I guess you don't give a damn about that, right? I'm sorry for wasting my time," I scathingly whispered.

I spun on my heel and was about to storm up to the common room, but I was abruptly stopped. Fred had stood up and latched onto my arm, gripping it with a little more force than necessary.

My fellow peer's stares bore into the back of my head like a bright laser, but the power was beaten by the ferocity of Fred's glare. I didn't know why he insisted on continuing the argument for an audience, but I wasn't going to back down.

"You can't change me, darling. What you see is what you get. I hate arguing with you, but it seems as though there's nothing better you'd rather do, than pick a fight with me!"

I managed to wiggle out of his grasp and slammed my hands on my hips, forcing him to challenge me.

"Oh, is that right? Then name one time I've picked a fight with you!" I screeched.

He pompously nodded, the fire in his eye burning with a zealous passion of an unknown origin.

"Ok, then let me refresh your memory. How about just last year? You were all gaga for some French student, when they all came down for the TriWizard Tournament. I told you that he was trouble, I told you I didn't want you to get hurt and yet, you chewed my head off! And in the end, I was right! The bastard would have taken advantage of you, if I hadn't barged in! You say that you care about me and I shouldn't get angry for you nagging, but I say you're a hypocrite! I do the same exact thing, I look out for you and you seem to always take it as offense!"

I was flabbergasted. The incident that Fred had brought up was legitimate and it was totally true, except for the fact that he'd broken down the door after I'd kicked said-French student's butt.

However, I was shocked that he would put our, "dirty laundry", so to speak, out for the public and I was even more shocked that he was getting so worked up. At this time, half of the people that were in the common room had vanished and the other half were sitting and quietly staring in confused and shocked amazement.

"You're twisting my words! I didn't mean to come off obnoxious, Fred! Why are you doing this?"

You know when sometimes, you have the feeling you just want to burst out into tears but you can't? And your eyes water but you don't want to cry, so you bite the inside of your cheek to keep the tears from spilling? That's exactly how I was feeling. I wanted so much to just crumple to the floor and cry, but due to the fact that my own boyfriend was the cause of my tears, I couldn't shed a single droplet, no matter how much I tried.

He didn't say anything for a moment, and the tension was enough to conquer and destroy the invincible spirit of the toughest solider. I took a peek out of the corner of my eye and quickly locked eyes with Katie and Alicia.

Alicia was trying to signal to George, to get him to jump in and break it up, and Katie was glaring at Fred. I focused my attention back at Fred, who still was fuming.

"Oh, great, that's right, make me look like the bad guy. Go ahead. Go ahead and even cry and make everyone feel sorry for you! Do it, I dare you!"

I opened my mouth to spit out some witty comment, but my voice faltered. My voice choked on my turbulence of emotional distress and I stood there, my hands shaking, my vocal chords wheezing and sputtering, attempting to get in the last word. But I was speechless as a newborn baby. At my silence, Fred softened and he looked as though he regretted everything he'd just said.

"Angel…."

I shook my head and ran away, clomping up the stairs, nearly tripping over my own feet.