POOR FRED: Hehe..read on people. No updates, I don't think. Except I hate school--minus one person that makes it all worthwhile, but I doubt you want to hear about that. Anyways, reviews are much appreciated and motivate me to write the next chapter.

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Despite some intense efforts, I just couldn't sleep. I wanted to walk about the castle, but didn't want to get caught. I thought I'd just sit before the fire. So, when I got down, I saw some stragglers were still about in the common room, either having fallen asleep or on their way. None of them had noticed I had come down, so I decided to go back up—I was in my pyjamas.

I was the one preaching that we not stay up late so we could be well rested and ready for a good practice tomorrow. However, I just couldn't sleep at all.

Finally, near about three I got to sleep and woke up about six hours later to get breakfast.

"Good morning, Angelina. You look a bit fatigued, are you all right?" Alicia asked me the next morning.

"I'm fine," I said.

"I'm not," Lee said. Oh good Merlin, boy, shut up.

"Why's that?" Katie asked.

"I walked in on the two of them," His head was set on the table.

Katie rolled her eyes, "Honestly, Lee, grow up."

Lee lifted his head up, "Did you have fun with Carmichael? I bet you two had a really good time."

"Yeah, I did have a fun time," She replied.

"Good shag, then?"

"Lee, you are such a huge git. I detest you," She rolled her eyes at him and flipped her hair over her shoulder before getting up and leaving. She looked a bit lame, but all right.

I raised my eyebrows, surprised. Is Katie really shagging Carmichael? She better not be. They weren't even courting or anything. How interesting. I looked at Lee and he avoided my eyes, eating his food.

"Relaxed, Ang? Or does breakfast suck this morning?" Fred sat down beside me.

I looked at him, "Oh, honestly, Fred," I rolled my eyes.

George sat on the other side of me, across from Alicia who hadn't been talking much, just eating. She looked up and smiled at George. He smiled back, but it was a bit awkward.

"Well, I'm done eating. I'm going to prepare for practice."

"It's only ten o'clock," Fred said.

"I know."

"Practice is at two."

"Again, I know."

"You're going to be preparing for four hours?"

I shrugged, "Maybe," With that, I got up and went to the Quidditch Pitch and into the changing rooms.

"Angelina!"

I turned around to see Alicia, "Practice isn't until--"

"George and I broke up." She said bluntly.

"Is that good?"

"NO! I just wanted him to get the picture that I wanted to spend more time together. So, I said maybe we should split—and he said alright," She didn't look at all upset, so I was a bit confused, "We're seeing other people. I think that's what I need—other people," She smiled and sighed.

I just stood there, "Well, that's good. I've got to draw up some plays, so go on and go boy hunting or something. Find you a nice Ravenclaw," I pulled my robes over my head and smiled at her.

"Yeah, I will," She smiled and left. Uh, okay, that was absolutely purposeless, but okay.

I've spent about an hour drawing out plays. I heard the changing room door open and close and looked toward the entrance. "I thought I'd come check on you," It was Fred.

"I'm fine, thanks."

"You're going to drive yourself mad if you put too much into this, you know?" He sat on the bench next to me.

"I think I'll be all right."

"I miss my old Angie. The one that was down for anything."

"And I miss my old Fred. That one that could actually--"

"Hey, hey, hey, easy. I told you my ego is sensitive ever since you preferred socks over me."

I laughed, "You can't always be spectacular!"

"Spectacular, eh?"

"I thought you would be able to tell—with the screaming and all?"

"Yeah, but it's always nice to hear," He smirked. "Don't work too hard, all right?" He got up and headed towards the door.

"All right," I gave him a polite smile and he left.

"Hang on," He popped his head in. "Do you think shagging before practice would--"

"Yes. Now out."

"Yeah, yeah."

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"Okay everyone," I exited the Captain's office changed and ready to play. "Let's get to it; Alicia and Fred, if you can just bring the ball crate out for us. Oh, and there are a couple of people out there watching but I want you to just ignore them, all right?" By a couple of people I meant those damn Slytherins. I just hoped Ron could hold his own.

We left the changing room and were immediately greeted by jeering from the Slytherins. I heard Malfoy shout something about Ron's broom and wanted no more than to throw a serious curse at him; however, I was captain and had to contain myself.

"Ignore them," Harry was flying after Ron. ""We'll see who's laughing after we play them."

"Exactly the attitude I want, Harry," I soared upward with the Quaffle under my arm. "Okay everyone, we're going to start with some passes just to warm up, the whole team please--"

"Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle anyway? Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?" Pansy Parkinson—the prat. I swear. However, being the composed person I was, I brushed my hair out of my face and continued.

"Spread out, them, and let's see what we can do."

Passing was just fine, until Ron dropped it. He got it again and threw to Alicia. Malfoy poked fun at Potter. Harry passed the Quaffle to Ron and he dropped it again. The third time is the charm, and Ron caught it. He then threw it to Katie and it hit her in the face. Damn it, Ron. "Sorry!" He said.

"Get back in position, she's fine! But as you're passing to a teammate, do not try to knock her off her broom, won't you? We've got Bludgers for that!" So I barked a bit. So? I was Captain, I had to be strict. I looked over and saw that her nose was bleeding. Then, Fred and George went down to her. "All right. Fred, George, go and get your bats and a Bludger; Ron, get up to the goalposts, Harry, release the Snitch when I say so. We're going to aim for Ron's goal, obviously."

They did as I said and I blew my whistle so they would commence. We started running one of the plays I had written. I blew my whistle. "Stop—stop—STOP! Ron—you're not covering your middle post!" He was to the left-hand hoop and just leaving the others free to get Quaffles through. "You keep shifting around while you're watching the Chasers! Either stay in the center position until you have to move to defend a hoop, or else circle the hoops, but don't drift vaguely off to one side, that's how you let in the last three goals!" I turned to see Katie—her nose still bleeding. "And Katie, can't you do something about that nosebleed?"

"It's just getting worse!" she was trying to stop the flow with her sleeve. Blood was everywhere.

"Well, let's try again." Damn. I looked back at Katie and blew my whistle.

"What now?" Harry asked.

"Katie," We all flew as fast as we could down to Katie. She was white as snow and covered in blood. "She needs the hospital wing."

"We'll take her," said Fred. "She—er—might have swallowed a Blood Blisterpod by mistake--"

"Well, there's no point continuing with no Beaters and a Chaser gone. Come on, let's go and get changed." That has to be the single lousiest Quidditch practice I have ever been involved with. The only thing I have to look forward to is Fred—and I just hope it doesn't completely suck like last time.

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I decided I should go and see how Katie is doing. I hope she didn't die. That would be horrible. Dying from a nosebleed and one of the twins' stupid products. Well, it's very doubtful that she died. I really shouldn't be thinking of that. My mind has been a bit off lately.

I was walking down an empty corridor and nearly rounded the corner just before the hospital wing when someone nearly walked into me. Is it my stalker, again? It's a new year, I thought he would've stopped by now.

"Ang," It was Fred. He put his hands on my arms to stop us from running into each other.

"Oh, hi Fred. How is she?"

"Fine, fine."

"That's good."

"Yeah, it is," He raised his eyebrows quickly, like it was a relief. I mean, I was relieved she was alright, but he looked like it would've been his ass if it wasn't.

"Practice was so dreadful," I exhaled. "Am I going to be a horrible captain?"

"No, of course not. It was Ron's first one and yours. It'll be fine. It's just that, well, with the circumstances," He shrugged.

I looked up and him and smiled, "You're not going to suck tonight, are you?" I smiled at him.

"Ang, my ego—has been diminished."

"Shouldn't it motivate you, or something?" I was laughing a bit now.

He rolled his eyes, "That's not how guys work. You say we suck one time and we lose our mojo. Well, except for me because I'm like—always great."

"Except--"

"I'm trying to recover, Ang, don't ruin my mojo moment, all right?"

I laughed, "Yeah, all right," I sighed. "George and Alicia broke up, how about that?"

"Yeah, he told me," we started walking back towards the common room. "Funny, really."

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged. "So, about Lee. He's not too happy about Katie seeing Eddie, is he?"

"No. He's really pissed. And he says they've already shagged. And Katie and Lee never shagged, you know?"

I looked at him, "Really? I would've thought so. I guess we don't talk as much anymore."

"No, Lee told me. I mean, they've done—other stuff," he glanced at me from the corner of his eye and I knew exactly what he meant. "But, no, they've never shagged. A right shame, really. She leaves Lee and shags Eddie within a week or something."

"I don't believe that, Katie is a good girl. She may be talking to the boy, but I doubt they've actually shagged."

Fred looked at me and then shrugged, "That's what Lee thinks."

"Well, Lee is mad. He's going to think that."

"Want to go to the Astronomy Tower?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why?"

"Because that's where you took all of your other tarts."

"Come on, Ang, it's nice up there."

"You don't need to be romantic. I really don't care for it. I mean, it's nice to know that you are, but gazing at the stars is only entertaining for so long."

"Well, I never would've guessed that one. Girls go crazy over that kind of stuff."

"Well, I'm not 'girls', Fred. I really don't need a drawn out process--"

"So basically you just want to get straight to the shagging. Rough? Right?"

I started laughing. "Goodness, no. You make it sound so—I don't know."

"You just want to get the clothes ripped off and forget all the kissing and other stuff."

"No, no. I enjoy that bit," I was still laughing. "I was just saying you don't have to take me somewhere like Astronomy Tower. Especially, because that's where you took all of your other girls. It just makes me feel like—one of the them or something."

Fred rolled his eyes, "Fine. Next time I'll stop trying to think of someplace nice and just rip off your clothes in a broom cupboard."

I rolled my eyes, still laughing. That didn't sound too bad to me—haha. Now, I'm just kidding. Hell, no I'm not. Joking, I was.

Fred pointed up ahead, "Look! A broom cupboard! Let's go!" He was being sarcastic, of course. I hit him. "Well, it's someplace new and Lee and George are getting tired of sleeping on the couches."

"There is no way I'm shagging in a broom cupboard."

"It's just like shagging in a shower—sans the water, and replace the sponges with brooms and dust—but still, relatively the same size." I would say I wasn't going to shag in a shower—but, that's too far past.

I didn't reply. So, we just stood in silence for a couple of seconds, "Get your mojo back yet?"

"Not with you turning me down every second."

"I'm not shagging you in a broom cupboard. That's just disgusting."

"The Room of Requirement."

"I don't even know how the damn thing properly works!"

"Here," He briefly described how this room worked. I still didn't understand. What was I supposed to think? Fred and I need a place to shag? Um, I don't think so. I don't know if the room can think for itself, but if I was a room I wouldn't want people in me shagging.

"Fred, I really don't think all of this is necessary. Besides, it's a bit late and I'm tired."

"Will you shut up! Goodness, woman. Can you ever just be quiet and let me do this?" –Um—excuse me?

I put my hands on my hips, "What was that, now?"

"Shush!" He paced passed the wall three times and a door appeared.

"Fred!"

"Get in here, woman!"

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I exhaled, "That was a bit better."

"A bit? Are you kidding me!"

I raised my eyebrows at him, "Doesn't compare to the classroom."

"Are you like—trying to get me off shagging for the rest of my life. Because this is seriously killing my ego—I don't know if I'll ever be able to do it properly again." I laughed. "Give me like half an hour, and--"

"Thirty minutes? Are you serious?"

"Hey, easy. I'm hungry."

"Yeah, that better be the reason."

"Yeah, yeah," He started slipping on some clothes and shoes. He then proceeded to get off of the bed. "I would ask if you wanted anything but you'd probably say something smart and my ego would get another hit." He looked back at me and smiled.

"You're right. Just go."

He came back about ten minutes later with food falling out of his pockets and some in his hands. How did he get all the way down to the kitchens and back to the seventh floor without getting caught? "Are you hungry?" he asked me.

I shook my head.

"Okay, so I'm not really all that hungry," He put the food down.

"Then why did you leave me to go get food?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. Can we get back to shagging already?"

"Since when do you talk like that?"

"All this talk is unnecessary," He started scooting closer to me on the bed.

I got up, "I'm going to bed. Good night."

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Excuse me?"

"What is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem! I want to sleep!"

"Why the hell did you come in here?"

"Well, I thought I would spend a bit of time with you--"

"You're not spending time with me—you're going to sleep!"

I sat back on the bed and he came to my side, standing in front of me. "We did--"

"That was like—it doesn't count!"

"How doesn't it count?"

"You said it wasn't good!"

"I never said it wasn't good—it just wasn't that good!"

"There we go! Not that good."

"No, it was good, just not that good."

"By 'that' you're referring to--"

"Yes," Then, I kind of whispered. "That was freaking awesome." I couldn't help it. I was kind of talking to myself, but I knew Fred heard me.

He had a confused look on his face, "What was different?"

"I don't know, but, good Merlin--" I pulled him back on top of me. I swear, every time I think of that—ah.

"Fred, Fred," I stopped him. "Do you need an instruction manual or something?"

"Damn, Ang," he got off of me and plopped on the bed, frustrated. "How do you ever expect anything to happen if you keep talking like that? It's not really encouraging."

"I thought a half naked girl in front of you would be encouragement, but I guess not," I turned over. "I'm going to sleep. Wake me when you become a man."

"Damn, Ang."

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Poor Fred. Hehe. Anyways, review and get more. I'll try to post asap but with school it's going to be a bit harder to post everyday. Thanks all.