CHYEAH: Well, because I made you wait for chapter 3, here is chapter 4. I hope its better than the last, I certainly think it's funnier. More Alicia and George drama coming up the chapter after this one. Fred & Ang actually kinda have a fight. Well, just read and review. Thanks. (Oh, and sorry about the breaks, it's not letting me insert a ruler so it breaks correctly. Bear with me.) Thanks all.

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"What's this?"

"Gallons of Galleons?"

"Perhaps this is the business they have been so busy with, you think?"

"I guess, I could ask Fred."

The three of us—being Katie, Alicia, and myself—were reading the sign posted in the common room advertising 'simple, part-time, virtually painless jobs'. Of course, Fred and George were behind this.

"Interested, ladies?" George came up behind us closely followed by Fred.

"No, thanks," Alicia said, walking away.

"What is this all about?" I asked.

"Oh, we just need a few testers for our new product line," George said.

I looked at the both of them questioningly and then continued on my way out of the common room.

We've been having pretty intense classes—but the most horrid of them all is that damn Umbridge woman and her hands-off Defense class. It's ridiculous, really. However, Fred made class a little more interesting. He was acting peculiar—he kept looking at me from across the classroom. Much like before he asked me to the ball last year. It was adorable.

The bell rang and I exited talking to Alicia about the upcoming Quidditch season. Fred grabbed my arm and I told her I'd talk to her later.

"What? I was having a conversation, you know? That was pretty rude of you."

"I've to tell you something, Ang," He was acting odd for certain.

"Well tell me, what are you waiting for?"

"Well, I didn't want to whole of Hogwarts to know, do I?"

"I don't know, you haven't yet told me. Get on with it."

"In here," He nodded his head toward an empty classroom and I was curious. He must have something pretty important to tell me if he wanted to go into a completely different room. A bit odd, but all right.

"What is it, Fred?"

He stepped closer to me and I was waiting, tapping my foot on the floor, "We haven't shagged not once since we've been to Hogwarts," He smiled at me and held onto my waist.

"Is that really what this is about? We have class in a few moments." And we have only been at Hogwarts for three days—that's a week and three days since we've last shagged—that's a pretty long time.

"Nope, it's lunch."

"Well, I'm hungry."

"As am I," He kissed me—you know where—the neck, of course! And it was as wonderful as always. I think my knees nearly buckled.

"Fred, lock the door," I said just as he had propped me up on a table. How classy is that?

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My, my, my I don't think I've ever screamed louder. Lucky we silenced the room, too. Otherwise, Hogwarts would be in an uproar. I'm sure that just boosted Fred's oversized ego.

Well, now that that is regrettably over, Fred and I sat down at dinner—no it didn't take all that time—that would be forever—we just missed lunch.

"Where've you two been?" Katie asked.

I gave her a look of disgust. "I was sharing some plays for Quidditch and the upcoming year with Fred," I smiled.

"Yeah, uh, like the Bend Over Backwards and Up Against a Wall?" Alicia said. Everyone decided this was funny and laughed.

"You guys are tactless—you hear? Tactless," I said while they were still laughing, "It's not that funny."

"Quidditch plays? You two are the worst," Lee was wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

Fred just shrugged and dug in to his dinner. I looked over at him a few times and saw he was smirking all the while.

Now, aside from all of this drama, I needed to make sure everyone would be at tryouts on Friday. Unfortunately, I had heard Potter wasn't going to be able to attend. I hounded him that I was not impressed by his attitude and that it was expected of players who wished to remain on the team to put training before their other commitments. He then proceeded to say that he had detention and I wanted to shout at him for getting detention, but decided to continue on my way.

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It's Friday and Keeper tryouts are today. In short, I'm dead nervous. I don't know how it's going to turn out and I just hope that all goes well—which is unlikely.

So, Ron came out. I was surprised. He wasn't excellent and he needs some work, but with practice he could be quite good. There were some close candidates, but they were either too annoying or had their priorities in the wrong place.

Now, it's late and there is a huge celebration in the common room, as always. Like I've said previously, Gryffindors party pretty hard on Fridays! I looked over at the portrait hole and saw Harry had entered. Ron had run toward him and screamed something I couldn't hear. It was rather loud. Fred pointed to Hermione who was sleeping in an armchair by the fire—poor girl.

I decided I should go talk to Harry, "Sorry I was a bit short with you earlier, Potter. It's stressful, managing a lark, you know, I'm starting to think I was a bit hard on Wood sometimes." I looked over at Ron and then back at Harry, "Look, I know he's your best mate, but he's not fabulous. I think with a bit of training he'll be all right, though. He comes from a family of good Quidditch players. I'm banking on him turning out to have a bit more talent than he showed today, to be honest. Vicky Frobisher and Geoffrey Hooper both flew better this evening, but Hooper's a real whiner, he's always moaning about something or other, and Vicky's involved in all sorts of Societies, she admitted herself that if training clashed with her Charm Club she'd put Charms first. Anyway, we're having a practice session at two o'clock tomorrow, so just make sure you're there this time. And do me a favor and help Ron as much as you can, okay?"

Harry nodded and I decided I would go and see what Alicia was doing. She had a Butterbeer in her hand and her and George were talking with everyone else.

"Alicia why do you look a bit tipsy?" She was, indeed, swaying a bit.

She just shrugged and downed the rest of her goblet. I looked at George and he shrugged. Then, I looked at Fred and Lee. They also shrugged. "Where's Katie?"

Lee rolled his eyes, "Ernie Carmichael."

"Eddie."

"Whatever. He's a prat and I don't like him one bit," He looked away for a minute, then picked up a bottle, "Hey, watch this!" He started juggling Butterbeer bottles and soon Fred and George joined him as well—boys.

"Guys, we've got practice tomorrow, I don't think we should stay up all that late."

"Practice is a two!" Fred said, setting his bottles down.

"Thank you, I know. Still--"

"Angelina, you can not let being the captain affect your ability to have fun!" Fred said to me.

"I'm not! I'm having fun! This is fun, I just think--"

"Don't think, relax."

"Oh, Merlin, this is going to lead to the two of you getting all buddy-buddy and shagging. I'm out of here. Oi! Alicia!" With that, George walked away.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm relaxed, really, Fred."

"Then do you want to--"

"Uh!" I turned to walk away. As always, Fred wouldn't have it and he grabbed my arm.

"Angelina, you're not being yourself. You haven't been yourself since you got this captain position and the season hasn't even started yet!" He let go of me but I didn't do anywhere. "Honestly, last year was—fun."

"I hated you last year? Is that fun?"

"At least there was excitement! At least I had something to do—chase you around. Now there's not even a use! Like the other night—you would've loved it if I did that last year, you would've been all for it. But now, I mean damn, what happened?"

"Is this because I don't to shag all the time, or--"

"NO! It's just not you. You're not you."

"I have responsibilities now, Fred."

"Well, do I even make the list? Is it not a responsibility to give me some attention?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It is, but I just need to do this right now," I sighed. "I guess this is why Oliver never had girlfriends," I ran my fingers through my braids and shook my head.

"Are you saying--"

"NO! No, no, goodness no. I'm just saying it's a lot to handle, is all."

"Well, you're not busy right now. What about some me and you time?" He smirked at me.

"We had me and you time in that abandoned classroom," I smiled at just the memory of it—yes. Nice.

Fred licked his lips—Mmhmm. Nice. I love it when he does that. We gave each other those looks that we give each other. You know those looks. 'I want you' looks—yeah, those.

So, we decided to sneak up to his room—oh yeah. And we silenced the room, like smart kids.

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"OH MY FUCKING KNEAZLE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? YOU SILENCE THE ROOM AND THEN YOU DON'T LOCK THE DOOR—HOW THE HELL ARE PEOPLE SUPPOSED TO KNOW! GOOD MERLIN!"

"Damn it, get out, man!"

"So close—so damn close."

"Well by all means—FINISH! Just next time—LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR!"

"How many times is that?"

"Well, that one time with the shower and George. That other time with George. Those three times at your house. Um, and this time with Lee. That makes six."

"Six. Six fucking times."

"It's funny you use those exact words."

"Oh, Fred. Get up."

"Um, no."

"Get—Up."

"Um—No."

"If you're not going to do anything, get up."

"Who says I wasn't going to do anything?"

"You're not doing anything."

"That doesn't mean I wasn't going to."

"Fred."

"Yes?"

"Get up."

"I wasn't finished."

"I know you weren't finished. Just get up."

"Which way do you mean?"

"The physical way."

"They're both very physical."

"The one that involves you getting off of me—how about that one?"

"Why didn't you say that?"

"I thought 'get up' said enough."

"It doesn't."

"Will you get off of me already?"

"What if I don't want to?"

"I hate you."

"Gee, thanks."

"Finally!"

"You said you hated me."

"I was joking, but thanks—for getting up, I mean. Nothing else. Because it pretty much sucked. Nothing compared to that classroom, I'll tell you that."

"Maybe if I wasn't always interrupted."

"Yeah, maybe."

"You are seriously destroying my ego."

"Just give me my socks and I can go to sleep—in my room."

"Well, at least you're more relaxed."

"Actually, I think you just made me more stressed. Now I'm going to go to practice thinking—gee, I sure hope Fred doesn't suck tonight. And I won't be able to concentrate."

"Ouch. There goes my ego. Here are your socks."

"Thanks."

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SO: I thought it was funny. :) :( : \ Anyways, notice how during the Fred and Ang scenes (the--i guess shag scenes..whatever) i only use dialogue--so, use those creative minds of yours and type up a review. Tell me if it sucked--like Fred..lol. Guys cant be great all the time--well, I wouldnt know, but you get the gist. Thanks all.