Summary- Step into the life of Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley, who no one should steal a chocolate frog from. Or 6. ASxGW R&R

Rated For- Mostly language. I never get too crude or anything, but there may be some things that younger readers won't particularly enjoy. Not in the first few chapters though (It takes awhile for any true romance to happen).

Other- Yeah. If you don't like it, don't read it. Review would be appreciated. Flame too. Yeah, seriously- how do I know if it sucks if no one tells me? First fan fic that I've written that I actually like. Enjoy.

"Oi! Ang!" Sheesh. Honestly, one day I am going to drag that girl to St. Mungo's and tell them to fix her hearing. It's indescribable how deaf she gets at some points. And yes, I am completely aware of the fact that I just described it.

Anyway, I'd been trying to get Angelina's history notes for 15 minutes to no prevail. Now, 10 minutes is understandable for my dear-little-deaf-friend. But when she hits 15, it means something wrong.

"Hmm?" Yes! Score one for Alicia. I, Alicia Spinnet, have actually managed to get through! Thank Merlin.

"I was asking if I could see your history notes. Somewhere between 'there was a goblin war in the 1600's' and 'class dismissed', I zoned out.

This statement completely confirmed that something was wrong with her. For, instead of a snippy comeback stating that the point where I zoned out was probably only the second sentence, I was answered with two words.

"Oh. Yeah."

And the shuffling of paper as she handed me the notes.

Yipes. What was wrong with this girl? Because there was something. My job now, as long time best friend, was to dig it out of her. And help her if I could.

Which I usually couldn't. Because dear Angelina was as complicated as people got. But that's beside the point.

"Alright Ang. I'm going to ask once, and you can answer right away and make it easy on yourself, okay? Right then," I leaned in closer to her, something hard to do when you're separated from a person by a large circle table. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

That liar. I've known the girl for 5 freaking years- does she honestly think that I'm just going to take that as an answer?

So I try again. "Ang, I will force it out of you eventually. You know that."

And I must be on today, because -hold the applause- she answered!

"Fine, fine. No laughing though." She stares at me pointedly with this. 'Cause I kind of have thing where I laugh. At bad times.

But not this time. Honestly. "Promise, Angie. Now tell! I'm on, like, the edge of my seat." And this proved to be true, because I promptly fell off and had to glare at two nearby second-years who laughed.

Ang was hesitant, and I swear I was going to whack her. You don't just hold out on someone like this! You tell! Especially when that someone is your best friend.

"Well, 'Licia, remember, you promised you wouldn't laugh at me?" I nod. I'm still on the edge of my seat, this time being careful to stay on it. "Well… IkindahaveathingforFred."

"I didn't catch a word of that Ang. Let's do it again, slower."

"I kinda have a thing for Fred."

Woah. Woah. Woah. "Fred? Fred Weasley? Are we talking about the guy who, just last week on the Hogwarts Express, dumped water all over us?" She glared. "Okay, you. But still- that Fred Weasley?"

She nodded, and it was all I could do not too laugh. I mean I honestly couldn't see the two together. They absolutely hated each other.

"Soo…" I started asking casually. "What are you going to do about it?"

Angelina was sending me death glares, and I figured that probably wasn't the right question.

And so I dropped it. Completely. She obviously wasn't answering me anytime soon.

I went back to attempting to write about some goblin that fought another goblin and trying to make it 2 scrolls long, and was honestly making progress on it now that I actually had information for it, when I was interrupted.

Guess who did it? Go on, guess.

Fred and George Weasley, in all their glory (or lack of) grabbed up chairs and sat on either side of me. Joy.

"What do you want to copy now, Weasley?" I asked, not directing it at either in particular.

George (well, I think it was George) clutched his chest. "I'm hurt- no, offended- that you would think that of us."

Pffh. Yeah right. He's about as offended as Katie Bell when someone says she looks good that day.

"So potions then?"

"You got it." Fred (or again, I thought it was Fred) grinned, and I sighed and handed over a potions essay I had just finished.

Feeling like making fun of someone, I poked the twin to my right. "So Fred. Planning on failing another test sometime soon?"

Angelina, who had been silent and slightly red since the Weasleys arrived, spoke up. "George."

Now, I'm not going to pretend to be an expert on Ang's one-word sentences, so I raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

She obviously thought I was a moron for not knowing what she was talking about. "I said that that one," She pointed to him. "Is Fred, and that one," a point to the other. "Is George."

What the hell? How could she tell? They both looked exactly the same.

So, while Fred and George were copying my work, and Ang was working on… whatever it was she was working on, I started studying the twins, looking for any possible differences.

And, bored with my essay, I wrote them down.

George's eyebrows are bushier

Fred's hair is about an inch longer

I think Fred has wider eyes than George

I got that far before George noticed, and smiled.

"That's sweet 'Lic. You really think about us that much?"

I hit him in the shoulder and finally got back to my essay.

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Finally done, I packed up my stuff and headed up to the girls dorm to join Angelina (who had finished ages before me).

Wouldn't you know it, she was already asleep. Which meant I had to find a source of entertainment elsewhere (because 11:00 was way too early to fall asleep).

So I went to visit Katie, a fellow chaser and one-year-younger fourth year.

"Alicia!" Katie cried out when I reached her room, sitting on her bed surrounded by the thing I like most about her- chocolate.

See, Miss. Bell never fails to have chocolate nearby. Something I will forever love about her.

Grabbing a chocolate frog, I jumped onto her bed ('Hey!') and started eating.

"What brings you here?" Katie asked, like she didn't know. I was bored. So sue me.

"How are you and Mark?" Mark was this 6th year Ravenclaw she'd been dating for a few months (which was saying something for Katie).

She groaned. "Lately, not so good. He's just getting so boring!"

And that would be Katie for you. Goes through boyfriends in a snap, gets bored with them easily. She's not slutty or anything, but we're all used to it.

And so I steered the conversation away from that by taking a large bite of my frog and trying to tell her something.

"Nglwina fawncees Fwed."

Katie stared at me. "What the hell did you just say?"

Swallowing, I repeated it. "Angelina fancies Fred."

Katie just kinda stared at me. For a few minutes. And it was getting really creepy.

"Cut it out Katie. Ask her yourself, if you're so amazed by the phino- phyno- phenomenon!" Proud of myself for being able to say that word, I grinned and shoved another Chocolate Frog in my mouth.

And that's how I spent the rest of my night. 3 Chocolate Frogs later, I said goodnight and stumbled to my bed. (Yes, stumbled. I was tired).

Then I fell asleep. Huzzah.