CHYEAH: Wow, I'm just going to say my life is really good. So here is the next chapter. It's nothing really new--we just get the guys discussing some guy stuff--the inside scoop on everything. I hope I did the guy part well enough, I'm not a guy--so tell me how it sounds..lol. Well, review..you guys know the drill. Thanks for everything.
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I'm over it. I'm over the fact that my team has no chance to win the Cup and that the Slytherins are the favorite for this year. I'm so over it. I don't care. I should focus on more important things—like my classes. I have N.E.W.T.'s this year. Those are very important. Much more important than a sport in which I adore and I am the captain of a lousy team. No—much more important. You know what? Our team is not lousy. We are great. We're just a bit fragile at the moment—under the circumstances.
Anyways, Fred and George have been selling some more of those—Headless Hats. They really are geniuses. I can't believe that they barely pass their classes—with all the effort they put into these damn pranks. However, someday when they decide to open a ridiculous joke shop—they will be making some serious galleons. Those hats and Snackboxes have brought in tons of on their own—and who knows what else those two can come up with.
In light—or dark—or something—whatever—the girls and I are in the common room discussing current events and eating junk food. In the boys' dormitory, the guys are talking or—playing games—or whatever guys do when they are with other guys. In other words, the girls are having a girls night—in and the guys are having a guys night—in. Slumber party and—whatever guys call it.
"No, no—once he calms down a bit, he'll be fine! Like Fred said, as long as the crowd turns around once a Quaffle comes his way—he'll save every goal!" Katie commented on Ron's goalkeeping ability and we all laughed, the poor kid.
"I agree, though—sans the part about the crowd turning around. He just needs a little confidence boost and he'll be all right," said Alicia.
There were a few moments of silence where we just snacked on some foods.
"How're you and Lee, Kates?" I asked.
"Fine," she said plainly, but a smirk crept onto her face. She looked at Alicia and I. "Good."
"Just good, eh?" Alicia stuffed a chocolate frog in her mouth.
Katie shrugged, "Yeah."
Alicia and I looked at her questioningly, our eyebrows raised—waiting for more of a response.
"No. We haven't. I would swear—you two have the minds of two fourteen—no fourteen year olds don't know what the hell they're doing—sixteen year old boys. Fixed on shagging, they are! Goodness. Ruddy perverts," she was laughing.
"It's driving him crazy—though, he'll never say it," I smirked at her.
"He'll last. He's not like Fred, you know?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I mean—how he used to be," she seemed a little awkward after that. "You know! He—he's fine without it, um—I don't know."
"I know what you're trying to say, Katie," Alicia said. "Fred was—fast, right? So normally—if he weren't with you and some girl wouldn't give in—he'd just move on. You see?"
"Uh—yeah." No.
"I wonder what they're talking about anyway. What do guys do when they're together—like when they stay at each others house and everything. I know what girls do—but I couldn't imagine boys doing each others hair or anything," Katie shrugged and took a sip from her Butterbeer.
"Why don't we go see?" Alicia asked mischievously.
We all gave each other looks—and then we got into ninja/spy mode. We threw down our food and then started creeping toward the stairs.
"You know Fred and George created something called Extendable Ears, right? You can hear right through the door," Alicia added—rather randomly, but okay.
"They'd be useful, but we can just put our ear to the door, thanks," Katie smirked at her and we were finally to their dormitory door.
"OH! Victorious, again! Whoa! Whoa! Who wants to play the champion? Who dares to challenge the champion? You Lee? You George?" Obviously, it was my dear loser—Fred.
"Shut up, prat! I'll shut that mouth of yours up—quite like Angelina, I suppose!" OH—no. It's going down.
I started to go for the doorknob, but the pair of them stopped me and put their index fingers to their lips. I nodded. I will—get Lee Jordan.
Anyways, Fred and Lee laughed at that statement, "You're right about that one, Lee," Fred laughed. Oh, it's going down—you just wait. Hang on, it's not like he's lying or anything. Whatever. I just smiled and shook my head.
"Lee's just mad because he hasn't got any from Katie yet," both George and Fred laughed, but Lee remained silent. I looked over at Katie and she looked pissed off. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, her hands crossed over her chest.
"I call winner," George said.
"Yeah, that'll be me, Twin."
"Right. Is that why you've just lost your rook?"
"Of course it is—it's strategy. Strategy—you could do some learning. Like, how to get Katie in the--"
"Honestly, Fred—it doesn't matter if she doesn't want to yet." AWW. That is adorable. He's a liar, though—just like all boys. Just kidding. I have nothing against boys and most of them—well, I'm sure they aren't all the same. I just got stuck with a man whore who decided to relinquish his ways to stay with me. How lucky is that?
"Right," George said. "Honestly, we all don't have to take the Fred Weasley approach. You know why? Because it was a full two months after me that Fred actually got with Angelina. See? See? Who is really the champion? 'Tis George."
They laughed. Alicia—was just smiling. Um, is she proud she's a ho? Just kidding. JUST kidding.
"Yeah, but Alicia and you also broke up for a bit, Georgie boy."
"True. But we've—definitely made up. Like—three times a day!" They all laughed.
"It is not three times a day!" Alicia whispered. Um, well—before breakfast, at lunch—after dinner. One, two, three—yeah, that's three, Hun. Or maybe it's just lunch and twice after dinner? Whatever.
"Check," said Lee.
"Right-o. There. When did you and Alicia first hook up anyway?" Fred asked.
"Um—some days before the ball."
"And exactly how did that happen?" Lee asked.
"Ha!" George laughed a bit, "We were—we were talking about the ball—and everything that would happen before and after and during—and then—it happened."
I heard the slapping of hands, I'm guessing a high-five or something of the sort. Boys. Pshh.
"So what all have you and Katie done--" Fred or George asked—I don't know which.
"Not much," said Lee. I'm curious as to why do boys think it's necessary to talk about this—and only this? Well, at least my name hasn't come up but just the once.
"Not much as in—check," Must've been Fred since he was the one playing chess.
"Well, I—you know--"
"We don't know--"
"Why don't you tell us?" That twin thing was just adorable.
"Elaborate, please," said Fred—I think.
"Come on."
"Really? That's an interesting name for it." Said—Twin one.
"I don't think I've heard of that one before--" Twin two.
"I think I have." Twin one, again.
"Yeah, yeah."
"Oh, all right," Lee exhaled. "Well, what was the first thing you did to Alicia and Katie?"
Funny, that was the same thing Katie said. Wow, we're like, exactly the same—except—with a difference of some body parts, but okay.
I could just sense Fred and George looking at each other and smiling, "Heyyyyyy," they said at the same time and slapped hands—or high-fived or something.
"Well, that's getting somewhere."
"Are you kidding me? That happened with me and Alicia--"
"Frankly, I didn't know Alicia was that easy--" Lee said—joking. He started laughing and I heard—a punch? Can you hear a punch? Well, I heard someone being punched—that's better.
I looked over and Alicia had her mouth hanging open, her expression was not a pleased one.
"Yule Ball—good night," must've been Fred.
"That's like—when you first started courting! Are you kidding me—hell, if Angelina and Alicia are this easy--" I heard two more distinct punches. Haha—hang on--I AM NOT EASY! Not at all. For everyone's information—Fred and I—snogged and talked—and—did other stuff before that, okay? With Fred Weasley they should be surprised that we didn't shag. I swear, I am going to have to murder one of these boys by the end of the night—if not all.
"No, but, seriously—I don't want to rush anything," said Lee.
"Right. No, you—do that—or don't."
"Honestly, Lee—you act like it's just for your benefit. It's not all about the bloke, mate—girls like shagging, too," Duh. Anyways, that was George.
"I've one word for you, Lee—one—or--" T'was Fred.
"I'm not completely daft, you two!" Lee laughed, "I know about the birds and the bees, thanks."
"Yeah, well—you need to learn about the birds and their--"
"Right, Fred," said George.
"Point blank—she'll tell me when she wants to and then we will. And you know what else—I'll bet you fifty galleons I'll get it faster than if I ask her first!"
Again, the slapping of hands. Guys really are asses. They are. We asked for it, though—we did. What were we thinking? Oh well, let's just hope Katie doesn't start crying all of the time like that stupid Ravenclaw girl—Cho Chang. I swear, she's a human hosepipe.
"Since you two seem to be so professional—what the hell have you two done with your birds?" Oh shit, here we go. Good Merlin, Fred—just keep it shut.
"Sorry, mates—but what happens between Angie and I—is not meant to be heard by virgin ears!" They all laughed.
"Shut up!" Lee said, still laughing though. "Seriously," Why the hell do you want to know, Lee Jordan.
"No way—you've liked Angelina since—forever. If I told you the things we do—you'll be having wild fantasies about my girlfriend and that's just not going to happen!" Fred laughed.
"Fred—I have my own girlfriend to have fantasies about, thanks." Ew. Fantasies? What the hell is that? Well, I mean not like the dictionary definition, people—just why? Why? Haha.
I looked over at Katie and she had a questioning look on her face. It was rather funny, but anyways…
"Nice, Lee."
"Actually, Fred—I'm curious, as well. You're always bragging about Ang—what the hell is so great about her?" Um, I'm me. I'm great—I am the shit—and that's it. Just kidding, I'm only cocky for humor. Cocky--is a hilarious word. Maybe I should say--no cocky works. Haha. Cocky. Anyways...
"Well—when you're Angelina's boyfriend—you can tell me why the hell she's so great, all right?" said Fred. Yes, good boy.
"Maybe we should narrow the choices down, eh, Lee?"
"I suppose we should, George."
"Um—say yes. Or nod, you can nod," said George.
What the hell is this? No. Just no. Why don't you ask George about him and Alicia? Hmm? Why us. Why me? No. Shit. Oh, well—this should be humorous.
"So, you've--" I'm guessing he motioned or something—not good. We should be able to see this—it should be—public. Well, at least so I can see—because I really don't care for all of Hogwarts to know.
"We've established that, George."
"Yeah, just checking. You've obviously shagged, yeah?"
"No and I'm still a virgin."
"Yeah, right. When did that happen anyway?" Lee asked.
"Last Valentine's Day."
"Nice. Nice. Damn! It's already passed!"
"Sucks for you, Lee—anyway," Fred said, seeming to want to change the subject. I hear you, boy—I do.
"She's--"
"Yeah—can you please stop doing the movements, it's disturbing," they laughed.
"Right, then. She good?" What—the—fuck—is wrong with these boys? What the fuck. WTF, mate? What?
"What the hell do you think?" he said it a bit hostilely. Should be hostile, shit.
"I just want to know if you've shagged on the couches—or the common room anywhere, really. The changing rooms—or—just list places so I can avoid them," said Lee.
"Now, that I can do. Be prepared, now—there are a lot," Fred laughed. Why the hell—do you feel the need—oh well.
"First—here, of course. Just—in mine, I wouldn't shag in yours—however—you piss me off--"
"Don't even joke, mate—not cool."
"Yeah, whatever—the shower."
"OUR SHOWER! Oh, ew, Fred—that's a clean place."
"Exactly! It's perfect."
"I'm using the other boys' shower," said Lee.
George laughed, "I knew, too--"
"You're sick," Lee was laughing, though.
"Yeah, yeah—next," said George.
"Check mate."
"No fair! I wasn't even paying attention!" Lee yelled.
"Yeah, uh—Room of Requirement, that's a given. Um, changing rooms," he started laughing and both George and Lee groaned and I just knew they were hitting them.
I looked over at Alicia and Katie, we started laughing lightly and they pushed me.
"Damn—is there any place you haven't shagged?" Lee asked after they had finished laughing.
"We're going for your bed next, Lee," Fred joked.
"So—let's get this straight. You shag—everywhere. She—gives you--"
"Yes."
"You—to her. Is there anything else you wish to share?" Lee laughed.
"I didn't want to share anything in the first place," then you should have shut your damn mouth, Fred Weasley.
"Fair enough," said George.
"No, no—one more thing," said Lee. "Have you ever cheated on her—in the least bit?" Good boy, Lee. I love you. I love your curiosity. I do.
"No. Never."
"Honestly? I mean—you haven't so much as just kissed another girl or anything?"
"Not that I recall, Lee. No."
"Fine, then. What about you, George? How is Alicia?"
"Just know—that we do just about everything you can imagine!" he laughed. "No, I'm joking. Same as Fred, really. But—let's say—in different—ways." They all started laughing, again, the sound of hands slapping. Wow. Nice, Alicia. I looked over and she was lightly banging her head on the walls. I smiled.
"I wonder what the girls are doing?" said George.
"We should go see," said Fred.
"Go!" I whispered to Alicia and Katie and we ran back down to the common room and jumped over the couches, landing just in time.
"I sat in a pumpkin pasty!" Alicia shrieked. Nice job, genius.
"Suck it up, Spinnet!" I shout-whispered at her.
"Oh, ew," she looked towards the staircases and saw the boys entering the common room. She threw me a disgusted look, but remained quiet.
"Evening ladies," said Fred. They walked over to us and sat themselves—by their ladies. So, it was Fred and me, Alicia and George, and Katie and Lee. It was enough to make me sick. Just kidding—it was kind of cute, but also very awkward thinking that we all used to be just friends and hated each other last year. Ironic, really.
"Alicia why do you look so uncomfortable?" Katie asked.
Alicia grimaced, "No reason, Katie."
"So, when is the next party?" Fred asked.
"Our dear brother's birthday is coming up, Fred," said George.
"Right. He's been in a right state lately—with Quidditch and all," Fred ran his fingers through his hair.
I don't think the three of us girls could get comfortable knowing what the guys had just been talking about. Why did we go up there again? How do I know that Lee isn't thinking I'm some kind of a whore or something? Now—now—they all know. Grr. And—hang on—they barely talked about Alicia and George! I bet they are ten times as bad as Fred and I. Maybe? Maybe not.
Katie kept staring at Lee, a bit menacing, really. Lee actually took his arm from around her because he sensed she was a bit pissed off.
"So—what's up?" Lee asked.
"What's not up?" Katie asked, turning to look at him.
"What?"
"Exactly," Katie got up and stomped up the stairs. Sweetie—if you're going to act pissed off you might want to make the least bit of sense. She just made herself look incompetent, the poor thing.
Lee just shrugged and picked up a chocolate frog—food was still scattered everywhere.
"So--" I said after several minutes of silence. This was—odd.
"So." Alicia looked at George and gave a him—an—unpleasant look.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No, not at all," she said unconvincingly.
Fred and George looked at each other, and in turn they both looked at Lee. All boys had their eyebrows raised and it seemed like they were talking telepathically or something.
"Are you mad at me as well, Ang?" Fred asked me. Was I mad? Not really—the girls and I had done the same thing, I mean—naturally, people are going to be curious about what their friends are doing. At least they spared each other the details of anything. I mean—
"No, not really," I smiled at him.
Alicia gave me a dirty look, exiting the room.
"Uh, Alicia—you have something on your ass. Why don't you allow me to remove it for you?" George got up, laughing.
Alicia looked over her shoulder and gave him a horrible look, then she started walking faster out of the common room. George caught up to her and swooped her up in his arms, "I don't need you mad at me, all right?" He pulled his hand from under her and set her down. "Mm—pumkin pasty." He licked his fingers. Nice.
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WOW: Closer to the end. And now we all know--Alicia is a freak...lol. Still no Fred cheating on Angie. HMMM...did he lie? Maybe, maybe not. Honestly--he is probably not going to cheat on her. Might save that for the next story, eh? Yeah. SOOOO tell me what you think--you know I love feedback. Also, Sorry this chapter was a bit short. I was going to add in Ron's birthday but it just didn't seem to fit and I wanted to end on that note. So, you guys know the deal. Thanks much.