SOOO: Everyone hates Angelina now. Haha..I love it.
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I woke up at about four in the morning. Fred—was not there. I guess he's still a little boy. I figured I should get back to the common room. So, I dressed in what clothes I could find and walked toward the door. I was nervous, I didn't know if anyone would be on the other side. Fred and George were always good at this sneaking around thing, but not me. Anyways, I peered around the door and the corridor was empty. Of course, because it was four in the morning.
With luck, I made it back to the common room. No one was in there, because it was four in the morning. I don't know who I was expecting to see, but I was curious as to where Fred had headed off to. I guess he went back to bed. I could always check, but I was rather sleepy.
So, it's Sunday night and Fred avoided me all day. I guess that comment really pissed him off or something, because he hasn't not talked to me—ever. I don't know, I was just poking fun. Anyways, tomorrow is Monday so there are classes. Fred is going to have to talk to me sometimes because this is just lame. What am I talking about? No matter how mad Fred is, he's going to want to shag so he'll probably come talk to me later tonight. Haha. Boys are stupid.
Okay, so Alicia, Katie, and I are sitting in the common room.
"No, no, this season is going to be spectacular, it is!" Katie said enthusiastically.
"As long as you don't get anymore nosebleeds," Alicia winked.
"Yeah, yeah. So," Katie looked at me. "You and Fred—who would've thought you two would be the two to make it last?"
I shrugged, "It is a bit surprising. He's a bit upset with me right now, though."
"Why is that?" Alicia asked.
I laughed, "I'd really rather not say."
"You're lame!" Katie through a piece of parchment at me.
"No, no, no! Tell me about you and Carmichael!" I threw it back at her. She rolled her eyes. "Lee says you two've shagged already. That true?"
"Absolutely not. We haven't even kissed. We hardly even talk." What?
"You're joking!" said Alicia.
"Nope. I don't really like him all that much. He's too good."
"Oh, like you're such a rebel!" I said.
Katie shrugged, "Well, you two have to twins and—damn, Alicia, I'm sorry."
"It's fine. It's fine. Really. I did it. I said it. He agreed. I just—wanted—to—spend more—time—together." She looked rather melancholy.
Katie looked from her to me, "I wonder if the twins are identical?" What the fuck is wrong with you, dear child?
Alicia and I glared at her.
"I mean, like everywhere." She tilted her head forward and raised her eyebrows.
"Oh," I understood now. That girl was going to be a freak—haha. "Why the hell would you wonder something like that?" I asked.
"I'm curious," Alicia said. Hell, I'm curious, too. But that does not mean I want to publicly announce Fred's—equipment size—er.
Alicia and Katie looked at me. I gave them a smile and ran my fingers through my hair. "That is a nice question. Why don't we ask them—Fred! George!" Haha. Now who was asking the questions?
Alicia went scarlet and Katie just placed her head in her hands. "Yeah?" George asked.
"Oh, Alicia wanted to ask you a question."
Alicia shook her head quickly, "No, thanks."
I smiled at her, "But I thought you wanted to ask the twins how b--"
"No! I'm fine! Really!" She quickly got up from her chair and walked over to the corner table where she started quickly flipping through a book.
I was laughing, "Never mind, boys. Carry on."
Katie stared daggers at me, "Why did you say that?"
"You wanted to know!"
"Well, I figured you and Alicia would just compare or something."
"This whole subject is sick. I don't understand why you would want to know about Fred and George's—fill in the blank."
Katie laughed, "You know you want to know, Ang."
"Of course, I'm curious, but I don't think you should be worrying about my boyfriend's—equipment."
She laughed harder, "I'm curious to know—so why don't you just tell me about Fred and I'll compare to George." Alicia said from the corner.
"You could've asked them."
"No thank you. Why don't you just tell me--"
"Why don't you tell me?"
"All right, well George is--"
"I was joking! I really don't want to know." I got up from the chair. These girls really were—something else.
Alicia rolled her eyes and walked back over, "You want to know."
"Well, yes, but it's just not the kind of the thing people talk about in civilized conversations!"
"Since when have we ever had civilized conversations?" Katie asked. She was quite right.
"Oh, well. I'm not talking about Fred's Fred when we aren't talking at the moment, all right? I've got to go work on Quidditch plays for next practice."
"Yeah, right."
It was a lie, but I guess I could work on some plays. It needed to be done. Truth was, there was no way I was giving out information about my man when practically every girl at the school already knew anyways. They want to know? They can ask Megan. More truth—I still can't get over the fact that Fred has slept with so many girls. Damn it, though. I still love him. It's funny though, because we never say it to each other unless we're arguing. I happen to think it's adorable. Maybe I'm crazy.
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So, classes were a bit awkward because Fred wouldn't look at me or talk to me directly. I didn't think what I said was really that big of a deal, but then again I had poked fun at him all the time, maybe that's a sensitive subject for guys. I was walking back from charms and the corridor was surprisingly deserted.
"Angelina," I heard someone whisper. I turned around and didn't see anyone. So, maybe I was imagining things. "Angelina." Okay, that was the second time and I'm either going bonkers or someone is calling my name. "Angelina!"
"WHAT!" I screamed back. I turned around. No one was there—what the hell. Someone is trying to drive me crazy—Fred.
"In here!" My arm was pulled into a room and I think I got whiplash. The door was quickly closed behind me and when I looked up, I-- of course-- saw Fred.
"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked, rubbing my neck.
"Look, I'm really pissed off at you right now."
"Then why did you just drag me into this—abandoned—classroom? FRED!"
He shrugged, "I don't care how pissed off I am, I can't stay away from you. So, we can fight later."
I nodded and he stepped closer to me, immediately going for the buttons of my robes—haha. He's so fun. "Fred, I'm sorry I said all of that stuff."
"You're about to be very sorry."
"Oh, are you going to prove me wrong?"
"Very wrong, indeed."
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I don't think I'm ever going to walk the same again. Haha, no, I'm joking. Ah, good, good, GREAT, Merlin. I feel like I have just run from China to Africa to America and back in a matter of minutes. Wow.
"Well, that was nice. Now, time for dinner," Fred stood up and began putting his pants and robes back on. Obviously, Fred was happy because I was louder than a whole freaking theme park. Loser.
"Nice? Are you kidding me?"
"Doesn't compare to that time you were pissed."
I threw my head back, "You're joking, right?"
"Now, that was—freaking awesome."
"You're mocking me!" Yeah, I'm slow.
"See, now I know that was damn good, right? Because I'm spectacular. But on your part--"
"My part?"
"Yeah. Like--"
"I do not want to hear about fantasies or anything."
"Baby, I don't have fantasies. They're all realities. You see, this relationship is all about pleasing Angelina. You get what you want--"
"I thought you were pissed off at me?"
"Oh yeah! Well, now you can't say anything else—or I'll be forced to tell people you nearly burst my eardrums screaming so loud, Love. That would be embarrassing, now wouldn't it?"
I started laughing, "It wasn't that good."
He looked at me like I was bonkers, his eyebrows raised, "So where did you go the other night?" I asked him.
"Stop changing the subject. Tell me I was fucking incredible!" He said it in a cartoon manner.
I threw my head back in laughter, "I would never say such a thing!"
"And why?"
"Because your ego is already the size of Antarctica!"
"It has a reason to be. And I'm lucky it still is, after you kept tantalizing me about my—quality," He started laughing. "Put on some clothes, let's go to dinner—I don't think it's too late."
"It's eight."
"Then, we can go down to the kitchens and eat here."
"Um, no."
"Come on!"
"Um—no."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm feeling a bit antsy. How about you?" I started laughing.
"Oh, no," He threw his head back. "If you're wanting to do what we did that time you got pissed—well if you want to do what you did, well—I'm not hungry."
I continued laughed, "I don't remember what I did, why don't you jog my memory?" I came closer to him and he sat back on the—table. Because we were still in our classy classroom. Nice, huh?
"Well, you started on the couch, remember?" Gradually, he started undressing, again. "And that bit was—stressful—physically—for me, I mean." I started laughing. Every time I hear that, it cracks me up. "Yeah, yeah, and then we were upstairs. You—you were on top."
"Oh, goodness!" I started bursting out laughing at this bit. Wow. Never again—I meant the drinking part of it.
"That—that was nice."
"Oh, yeah?" The thought of it—was hilarious. I think I'm going to burst.
"Oh, yeah."
"Well, how's about we get some food?" HAHA! I'm so evil.
"WHAT! Are you kidding? Because—because, Ang." He was pleading. Oh, I'm the devil. This is hilarious.
"You better calm that down. You can't rightly walk around the castle like that."
He looked down, "You—are—a bitch for doing that to me!"
"I can't help that you can't control yourself around me," I stood and began redressing.
"Angelina Johnson, don't you dare put on those clothes." Oh, I'm scared.
"Well, I guess I kind of owe you for being so mean the past few days."
"Yes, you owe me."
"Okay, so. How would you like your payment, Mr. Weasley?" I asked, sitting back down.
"Angelina, why are you being a tease? I don't like it—better yet, I hate it."
I smiled, "You can't very well get what you want all the time, Weasley."
"I can when I have you, Love."
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"Delightful."
"Delightful?"
"Well, frankly, I'm running out of adjectives."
"Well, delightful seems like a walk in a park or something. That certainly wasn't just a walk in the park. A daisy is delightful—but that, that was—hmm--" he started laughing. "Orgasmic."
I laughed, "That is the one."
Fred gave me a subtle, polite kiss. It was different. I liked it, of course. "Come now, get dressed."
"Clothes—they really are unnecessary. I think we should all just walk around starkers."
"Yeah, well, there are certain people I would definitely not want to see starkers, all right."
"You've a point," He slipped his shirt over his head. "Where're we going?"
"We can't rightly stay here; it's a wonder we haven't been caught." I slipped my robes on and tied my hair back.
"We won't get caught. No one ever comes in these rooms. Hence the word abandoned."
"Smart ass."
"I can't help it if all parts of me are intelligent, thanks." He swished his hair out of his face and ran his fingers through it. "I guess we ought to head back to the common room, then?"
I nodded, "Come." I pulled him out of his seat so he stood in front of me.
"Yes, ma'am."
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So, it is the first weekend in October and there is a Hogsmeade visit today. Earlier this morning, Hermione Granger tracked several of us down to tell us something about Harry Potter teaching those who were interested Defense Against the Dark Arts. How interesting? Well, since that damn Umbridge woman doesn't teach us anything and with the times becoming more and more troubled, I thought it would be rather interesting. So, there is a meeting in the Hog's Head today.
After getting confirmation from Filch, we headed off into the village. Fred, George, and Lee were headed off toward Zonko's and Alicia, Katie, and I decided we would pop into Honeyduke's for some sweets before we went into that dodgy inn.
"Come on, then. I guess we better head in," I suggested to the two girls. Katie proceeded into the pub before me, then Alicia. I followed them in. I took a seat in one of the chairs next to Alicia and saw Fred, George, and Lee enter. Fred then went up to the barman and asked him for twenty-five Butterbeers.
"Er," began Hermione. "Well—er—hi. Well…erm…well, you know why you're here. Erm…well, Harry here had the idea—I mean—I had the idea that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defense Against the Dark Arts—and I mean, really study it, you know, not the rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us because nobody could call that Defense Against the Dark Arts. Well, I thought it would be good if we, well, took matters into our own hands." Hermione paused. "And by that I mean learning to defend ourselves properly, not just theory but real spells--"
"You want to pass your Defense Against the Dark Arts O. W. L. too, though, I bet?" Michael Corner said.
"Of course I do. But I want more than that, I want to be properly trained in Defense because…because…because Voldemort's back." Good Merlin, it can't really be true can it? You-Know-Who—back?
"Well…that's the plan anyway. If you want to join us, we decide how we're going to--"
"Where's the proof You-Know-Who's back?" Zacharias Smith said. I only knew him because he was on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
"Well, Dumbledore believes it--"
"You mean, Dumbledore believes him." Smith said nodding towards Harry.
"Who are you?" Ron asked. He was so adorable.
"Zacharias Smith and I think we've got the right to know exactly what makes him say You-Know-Who's back." He had a point, really.
"Look, that's really not what this meeting is supposed to be about--"
"It's okay, Hermione," Harry said.
"What makes me say You-Know-Who's back?" Harry asked. "I saw him. But Dumbledore told the whole school what happened last year, and if you didn't believe him, you don't believe me, and I'm not wasting an afternoon trying to convince anyone." Right-o, Harry.
"All Dumbledore told us last year was that Cedric Diggory was killed by You-Know-Who and that you brought Diggory's body back to Hogwarts. He didn't give us details, he didn't tell us exactly how Diggory got murder, I think we'd all like to know--"
He went on and on again. The meeting went on to reveal that Harry could produce a Patronus. That is wicked. Also, that he killed a basilisk, saved the Philosopher's Stone, the Triwizard Tournament, and—well, Harry is incredible.
Zacharias made another stupid comment about Harry trying to weasel his way out of Harry showing us Defense.
"Here's an idea. Why don't you shut your mouth?" Ron said, looking a bit upset with this Smith character. He was a bit obnoxious, really.
"Well, we've all turned up to learn from him, and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it," Zacharias replied.
"That's not what he said," Fred glanced at Zacharias.
"Would you like us to clean out your ears for you?" George asked, pulling out a metal instrument from one of his many bags.
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this," Fred said. Haha. Nice one.
"Yes, well," Hermione interjected. "Moving on…the point is, are we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry?"
There was a general agreement from the crowd. "Right. Well, then, the next question is how often we do it. I really don't think there's any point in meeting less than once a week--"
"Hang on," I said. "we need to make sure this doesn't clash with our Quidditch practice." We couldn't have that, now could we? What can I say, I'm captain and need to hold my own.
"No," said Cho, "nor with ours."
"Nor ours," said Smith.
The meeting ended with us trying to find a place to practice, to no avail. Then, the majority of the group signed a piece of parchment Granger passed around.
"Well, time's ticking on," Fred said as everyone had signed. "George, Lee, and I have got items of a sensitive nature to purchase, we'll be seeing you all later."
With that, people started leaving. This weekend I wasn't spending with Fred in Hogsmeade. Before we left, he told me he had some kind of business to take care of. I think I'm too scared to ask, frankly. Anyways, so, it's just me and the girls.
It was just about time to go back to the castle and Alicia, Katie, and myself were walking back. Fred rushed up behind me and pulled me around, "Come on, Ang, let's get back to the castle."
"We're going back to the castle already. You didn't want to spend any time with me in Hogsmeade, now we're going back--"
"Business before pleasure, Love. Business before pleasure."
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WELL, not really anything new in this chapter, I just really needed to introduce the DA. Also, the text from the Hog's Head is taken straight from the book. I have to write that I don't own it so people don't sue me. Anyways, Ang and Fred are on good terms now, mostly because Fred is a boy and everything is right-o after that..lol. Anyways, leave a review and get the next chapter. Thanks all.