A/N: I bet you're surprised at how quick I updated this time, aren't you? Yeah, I figured as much…what can I say? I'm simply awesome. Hahaha, okay, just kidding. Umm, all I really have to say is that as a matter of staying within the law—lol—I guess I ought to mention that I got my idea for the title from the Hall & Oates song "You're Kiss is On My List". I really don't like the song, but…it makes a good title, doesn't it? Haha. Oh, & I apologize for the use of Pat Benetar, but I do have a soft spot in my heart for the awful eighties & 13 Going on 30 which I used as inspiration for the end of the chapter…haha, so read on! I know you're curious.

/We are strong,

Heartache to heartache we stand,

No promises, no demands

Love is a battlefield/

--Pat Benetar, "Love is a Battlefield"

George and I were not popular people when we returned to the common room. Fred had taken off almost as soon as he'd seen us, and had obviously shared the story with not only our friends, but others as well. Girls I didn't even know were glaring at me, and random guys kept trying to give George high-fives. To his credit, George still looked shell-shocked. I was borderline hysterics. I honestly couldn't stop laughing. Really, the whole situation just sucked, but I'm pretty sure that was the reason I found it so funny. Anyway, by the time we made it to the back where our group was, it was not a pretty sight.

I really did not help the situation. George's expression, though completely witless, was appropriate. I was falling over laughing, leaning on him for support. "I—snogged—you!" I cried. "Hahahaha—"

"You think that's funny, do you" Angelina snapped. I looked around. Fred was flopped down on the couch staring moodily into the fire. Lee, apparently trying to cheer him up, was clapping him on the back about every three seconds and not saying a word. Alicia was in tears, clinging to Angelina, and Oliver was standing around looking lost. I let out a final high pitched squeal of laughter, and then shut up. Okay, so maybe this was bad. I cleared my throat to try and explain but the words didn't come. Lee looked up at us disapprovingly, Alicia stared, her eyes watery, and Angelina looked like she was going to take off one or both of our heads at any instant. Fred made no move whatsoever, but I recognized that his body had tensed up. His fingernails were clawing into the arm of the couch.

"Uh—" I began.

"Just what in the name of Merlin did you think you were doing?" Angelina shrieked, advancing toward me. "And you!" she shouted at George. "Did you even pause to think how Alicia would feel?"

Oh Merlin. Alicia. I'd forgotten about her and George's undying love for each other. This complicated things.

"I—I didn't know it was Katie!" George stammered, quailing under Angelina's furious gaze.

"Didn't know it was her!" Fred suddenly exploded, jumping to his feet. "Didn't know it was her! My arse, you didn't know it was her!"

"Honestly, he didn't!" I said, stepping in front of George. "I didn't know it was him either, for the record…"

"You stay out of this!" Fred commanded, moving me aside. He stared at George, completely irate. "You! You lying, cheating…you call yourself my brother. You know—you know how I feel about—about her."

"I didn't do anything!" George yelled, angrily. They were now in each other's faces. We all stared at each other, unsure of what to do.

"Fred," Oliver said finally, after what felt like ages, "Calm down. This isn't worth it."

Fred ignored him. "What do you mean you didn't do anything? You call snogging Katie's face off nothing?"

"I told you! I didn't know it was Katie!"

"Well then who did you bloody think it was?"

"Alicia!"

"Alicia's blonde!"

"She had her hood on!"

"You still couldn't tell?"

"It was dark!"

"Liar!"

In a fury, Fred leapt toward George and knocked him down. He managed to get in one good punch before Lee and Oliver were there, holding him down. It took all three of us girls to restrain George who was now bleeding in the nose and looking to fight.

"Knock it off!" Lee yelled at Fred. "Knock it off! You're being an arse! This was a mistake." He looked at George and me. "Right, you guys?"

"Of course!" I said quickly, staring directly at Fred. I was still shaking. Fred was scaring me…

By this time there was a big enough crowd circling around us to cause Percy Weasley to come investigate.

Now, I was close enough to the Weasley family to have spent several weeks of my summers with them, and therefore I had come to the regretful conclusion that Percy, while having all the best intentions, was somewhat of a prick. He must have showed me his head boy badge about fifty times that summer. Still, I was immensely grateful to see him at this—ah—particular moment in time.

"What is going on here?" Percy demanded, towering over the twins who were now on the floor, each being restrained by two or three of us.

"He started it," each brother said, pointing to the other.

"I don't care who started it," Percy said, self-importantly. "I want you both to end it. Public brawling is not appropriate at Hogwarts. I'm giving each of you a detention. Now, off to bed with you."

Fred and George stared disgustedly and Percy.

"Go on! Or I shall write to Mother!"

"Big man on campus, aren't we, Percy?" Fred sneered, getting up.

"Yeah, thinks he can tell us what to do, don't you, Perce?" George echoed.

"Come on, Fred, please." I begged. "It'll give you a chance to talk this thing over."

"Go, George," said Alicia, soothingly. "I—I believe you."

"You do?" George asked, immensely relieved.

Alicia nodded. George copied the movement and left, but not before giving Percy a good shove with his shoulder. Fred remained, staring at me.

"Promise me you'll go to the hospital wing?" he said, looking concernedly at my leg. "That's where I was looking to take you when I found you—"

"Yes, yes I promise…now go. Please. You need to cool down."

"But you'll go?"

"Look, Fred, I'll take her," Lee said, exasperated. "But I think you need to do as she says."

Fred lingered a bit longer, then retreated up the stairs, only pausing to spit an enormous loogie on top of Percy's head. I grimaced as the mucus ran down his forehead, but cracked a little smile.

I let out a long and laborious sigh. Lee offered me a hand and we trudged up to the hospital wing together where Madame Pomfrey quickly mended my sprained ankle and took ten points from Gryffindor after I gave her a dirty look when she pronounced me "too small and delicate to be playing such a dangerous sport."

"Today is the lamest day ever," I complained on our way back to the common room.

"Seriously," Lee agreed. "You cause a lot of problems for such a 'small and delicate' girl."

"Oh, sod off."

I tried to push Lee down the stairs, but he dodged and I ended up falling and tripping down about twelve steps.

"Ohhh," I moaned, lying down on the stone floor and staring up at Lee who had hurried to down to see if I was okay. I gave him the thumbs-up symbol but continued not to move.

"This is about the fifth time you've fallen on your arse today, Bell, but the first time you've done it literally," he observed casually.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked angrily. "Aren't you going to help me up?"

Lee rolled his eyes and offered me his hand. "You know what I mean. You've had a ton of chances to tell Fred how you feel today and you haven't taken any of 'em. Now George has a bloody nose and they both have detention."

I sighed. "I know, I'm lame…" I paused. "Lee, do you think me and Fred will ever be together?"

He stared at me. "I would be surprised if you did, frankly. You've taken too long. I don't know how much long Fred will wait…or should wait. He likes you a lot, Katie. It's time for you to make up your mind if your little dream team is ever going to be anything more than friends."

I gaped at him, feeling very much insulted. He shrugged. "See you around, Katie," he said and sauntered off.

I sighed and collapsed on my four-poster, closing my eyes. "Life suuuuuuucks," I wailed to no one in particular.

"You're telling me!" Alicia exclaimed from the vanity. I looked at her. She was taking off her makeup. "George snogged you today!"

I frowned guiltily. "It was an accident, Al…I'm sorry."

"I know," she said, shrugging apathetically. "I—I guess I'm sort of used to it…him snogging other girls, I mean."

"He loves you, though," I pointed out.

"Does he?" she cried, turning around to face me. "If he loved me, why does he treat me like this?"

Because he's a git! He's male!"

"But I love him…"

"Poor 'Leesh," Angelina cooed, dropping her love note and coming over to render her loving mother services. "Katie's right, George is a get. He has no right to treat you the way he does. He's just so…immature."

"Someday he'll wake up," I put in. "You just gotta hang in there." Oh, I so suck at giving advice. Say something useful, Ange.

She just nodded. "You're right, though," she said, going over to sit on her own bed. "Guys suck."

"Oh, and just what do you have to be complaining about?" I asked a little put off, picking at a hole in my bedspread.

"Oliver!" Angelina cried. "All he wants to talk about is next year and Puddlemore, and oh Merlin, when he's leaving! Like he doesn't even care that I'll still be here!"

"He cares!" Alicia assured her, returning to her own bed. "That's just Oliver…he probably wasn't thinking."

"Well he should!" Ange pouted. "He's being a dumb arse."

"Like I said," I said, rasing my voice, "He's male. Now will someone please ask me why I'm upset! I've only been the center of drama all day!"

"Sorry, Kay," Angelina apologized. "Tell us about Fred."

"Lee doesn't think we'll ever be together!" I wailed. "And I really, really like him but I made out with his brother and he hates me, but I still have his jacket and he taught me to iceskate, so I wanna be with him, even if he did date Hermione Granger and knew I was lying about dating Roger and Flint!" I paused for a breath. "And I don't know what to do because he's my best friend and now I want to be his girlfriend, but liking each other sucks because all we ever do is fight!"

"Right, well, I didn't' understand most of that speech, but what I did get—screw Lee, he's male."

I hugged Fred's jacket tight under my chin. Right, well, if we don't hook up, I understand why .This is just pathetic. Don't care though, it smells good. Like Fred. And I love him.

"Wait, hold on here," Alicia said, "You're actually admitting—verbally—to liking Fred?"

"Al," I wailed, "I told you so last night! I'm in love with him!"

They both stared at me for a second and then burst up lauhing, rolling around on their respective beds.

"I'm glad you find this all so funny," I said, unamused, blowing air upward to get my bangs off to the side again. They went up and landed in the same spot. I hate my life.

"Sorry, Kates," Angelina giggled. "But we've been trying to get you to admit it for so long!"

"Please, since when is two weeks a long time?"

Alicia perked up. "Two weeks? We've won our bet, Angelina! She's in love with Fred after two weeks!"

"That's right, 'Leesh!" Angelina cried. "We've won! What have you to say for yourself know, Katie?"

"Pleases," I said. "You tow arses didn't even bet me anything. So what?"

"So we were right."

"So?"

"So we were right! Your perfect boyfriend list showed you the love of your life!"

"You're both mental," I said. "Fred didn't even fulfill everything on the list…"

I took down the familiar piece of paper and looked at it a little sadly. There was still so much Fred hadn't done and wouldn't ever do…one thing even changed by Angelina.

"He's still got a lot though," Angelina said, peering over my shoulder after coming to look.

"Yeah, and besides, remember what we said, Katie," Alicia put in, joining us on my bed, "You don't need a dumb list. You need Fred!"

I looked at the parchment and then nodded. I stood up. "You're right!" I declared. "I don't need this crummy list! I need Fred, despite all the cliché stuff you said…you're right. I need Fred." And I marched over to the window and tossed it out.

"That's that," I said finally. "Tomorrow I'll find Fred, and then I"ll…oh, who am I kidding. I'll chicken out."

They laughed. "No you won't," Alicia said. "You say a lot of things to people that surprise me."

"In other words, you're a brash, outspoken idiot with no sense of tact…"

"Well…"

"But I still hate guys," Angelina interjected.

"Me too," Alicia sighed.

"Me most of all!" I said. "You're not the one who almost got kissed and then yelled at and hit with a bludger!"

"So what do you propose we do about it then, Katie?"

I thought for a moment. Then I had a brilliant idea.

"Midnight fly!" I yelled. "---Naked!"

Angelina and Alicia yelled back simultaneously.

"You're mental!" cried Alicia.

"You're brilliant!" exclaimed Angelina.

I laughed. "How about I'm mediocre and we go in our bras?"

"Alright," Angelina agreed. "C'mon, Allie."

"NO."

"Please, Al?" I begged.

"NO!"

"Don't make us strip you…"

"Fine, fine, I'll go!" she shrieked.

"Excellent," I said.

We snuck down to the broomshed with our robes over our—um—unmentionables and got them out quite easily. It took a good deal of coaxing to get Alicia to give up the robe. When she finally did, I groaned.

"Al," I said, "Please. Please do not tell me you dressed in a camouflage bra and underwear. Please. The rest of you still shows."

Alicia blushed while Angelina cracked up with laughter.

"So?" she said, clutching her broom. "Maybe I like camo. Now c'mon, 'sgetting late!"

We had another good laugh at her expense and then took off into the night. "A-wooooooo!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, throwing my hands out full, my bare feet skimming the top of the lake. "I am Lady Katie! I fear no man!"

"And I am the Duchess Angelina! I kick arse on and off the quidditch field!"

"I'm the Baroness Alicia Spinnet, and I'm half naked!--- and I'm enjoying it!"

"Atta girl!" I cried. And we flew off, away, into the beyond in nothing but our underwear, despite the fact that it was November and we were all freezing our arses off.

Love…is a battlefield.