SOOO SORRY: It took me forever to update. I have had so much freaking homework it's unfair. GRRR. 11th grade is a bitch. Anyways, I think you'll like this chapter--some hilarious stuff with Katie and Lee. Really, nice. And some Alicia and George drama..they always have problems I don't know why. So, review and I promise not to ever make you wait that long again. SORRY.

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Today is dear Ron's birthday. Of course, it's just another reason for Gryffindor to party. The twins had announced that the party would begin at seven and end when everyone was passed out on the floor—approximately four o'clock in the morning.

I don't know if I'm really up for a party. Actually, I don't know if I'm really up for anything. This year is just becoming boring—it is. Nothing new is coming up—besides all the different hookups. I mean, last year was fun because it was always a challenge—I was always mentally chasing Fred around--if not physically. I have him now and that's great—but I'm the kind of person that needs adventure and I always need something new. Now, normally I would expect this from Fred, but he's been acting a bit odd lately—distracted or something. I've run through all the options in my head until it came down to the possibility that he has actually matured—maybe.

I had been studying pretty hard these days and hadn't had much time for anything. Fred was kind of mad that I would put classes before shagging—but you don't have a test on how fast you can—never mind that statement. Classes are more important.

"I don't know about you guys, but I haven't been pissed in a good while. So cheers to four bottles!" Fred tipped his bottle to George's and they intertwined arms and downed a good bit from each, coming up with a look of serious pain on their faces.

I had only drank—maybe—just a little bit. Enough so that I didn't care about snogging in public. Our small group of six was crowding about the common room—nearest the hearth.

Fred and I were sitting—on—each other on the couch. No, he was sitting and I was in his lap, kind of twisted around. He was talking to George, but I pulled his face to mine and started kissing him.

"No—we weren't having a conversation," said George.

"You see why the hell she's so great?" Fred said, smiling as I took a nip at his top lip—that was hot, right? Yes.

George just took a long sip from his firewhisky and kissed Alicia on the forehead. He blinked a few times, staring at nothing in particular. When he was pissed, he usually just went to sleep. However, when Fred was pissed—well, we know what happened last time. Let's do that again! Haha.

"Come on, Alicia," said George, attempting to get off of the couch.

"George—you know nothing happens when you're pissed. Just go to sleep," she laughed.

George gave her a disgusted look, "I don't appreciate you putting my business out there like that."

"Believe me, George—you're not putting anything out—or up or down or sideways or anything else you can think of," she laughed louder this time—um, Alicia—people are starting to stare.

"Fine! I'll go find some other girl who appreciates my finer assets!" He finally managed to get up and he grabbed the arm of some random girl and drew her out of the portrait hole.

"Is he serious?"

"Naw. He's probably—just going to—tell her about his problems. He's a real talker," Fred smiled and laid his head on the back of the couch, his arms rested there as well.

Alicia pouted, "He better be," she walked towards the portrait hole and we heard—shouting, "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?" Oh shit.

"I swear, Alicia—she jumped on me."

I got off of Fred and we rushed out of the common room to see Alicia, George—and some random Ravenclaw or something.

"Hey, he pulled me out, okay?" the girl said in her defense.

"Honestly, he was joking. Do you honestly think George Weasley would want someone of your stature?" Ouch, Alicia.

"Um, Alicia--"

"Yes. Because you know what—while you and George were on your little break--"

"Uh—Alicia--" George was—stuttering.

"George found it in his best interest that he be with me," Wow. Random girl isn't so random, then? This is bad.

"You shagged another girl when we were having our break?" Alicia looked at George.

"Uh, I thought—we were broken up for good—but--"

"It was several girls," Not—So—Random said.

Alicia looked at George. She shook her head, as though she was disappointed.

"Alicia—honestly--"

She was still shaking her head, looking as though she was trying to hold back tears, she looked towards the ceiling. She turned around, ran her fingers through her hair and walked back in the common room.

Fred and I just looked at each other, then back at George.

"So, George," Not—So—Random smiled at George and bit at the nail on her index finger—I think she was attempting to look hot or something.

George pushed her head with his hand, "Go put that mouth to use elsewhere, all right? We all know you're good at that." Haha. Nice.

"Uh! Fine," She turned around and continued walking down the corridor, switching her hips rather hard. I think if she continues like that she'll dislocate one of her legs—then again, she's probably already loose enough! Ha! Haha! That was good. Thanks, thanks.

George was rapidly pulled both of his hands through his hair. That must be a habit of the twins, I noticed Fred did it as well.

"Angelina, will you go talk to Alicia, please?" Fred asked me, walking towards his brother.

"What am I suppose to say?" I asked Fred, but I looked towards George for insight.

"I didn't shag her, I promise!" His head came up and he looked very distraught, worried.

"What did you do, then?" I asked.

"She—uh—she—I didn't do anything. It was all she—I just didn't say no," he looked around the corridor aimlessly.

"Right," I raised my eyebrows, then proceeded to re-enter the common room. I looked around and didn't see Alicia, I suppose she's in our room, eh? I opened the door and saw Alicia throwing things at the wall, well—levitating them and making them crash into the wall.

"Alicia--"

Her head whipped around and she had a—very terrifying look on her face. Random items around the room were in the air.

"Are you all right?" Uh, hell no. She's psycho. She's gone off her rocker. She's homicidal.

"George--"

"George?" She kind of whimpered and the items that were in the air fell to the floor. Various crashing and cracking sounds were heard. Psycho.

"Yes, George. He didn't sleep with her, Alicia."

"Yeah, I believe that."

"She just gave him head, everything's all right," I kind of laughed. It was funny, right? I thought it was funny.

"Uh! I don't even care. I could've shagged Eddie! But—he—I don't know. I didn't because I still thought that George and I were still—together, I guess," she sat down on the bed, her head hung.

"Alicia, honestly, you're overreacting. He wouldn't have asked you back out--" there was a bang at the door and I went to open it. No one was there, but it was a large book that was thrown.

I walked down the stairs and saw Fred and George, "What?"

"Just tell her to come down," George said pathetically.

"Alicia, come on," I said to her and she followed me.

"Look, it was messed up, but come on. I don't need you mad at me right now," said George.

"Why? Why not now? Is there something going on?"

Fred and George looked at each other and then George responded, "It was stupid, just—sorry. I know it was stupid but it's not like I like her or anything. Why do you think I asked you back out? Because I was joking?" he smiled down at her.

"No."

"Well, come on. Be serious. You can't live without me," he smiled again.

"I can."

"It's your decision, I've nothing else to say, then," he stood there and crossed his arms. "Just—you know I was drinking." He smiled in a last attempt.

She rolled her eyes, "I'll talk to you in the morning," with that, she proceeded to go back up the stairs and into our room.

I shrugged, "Good enough. I need something to drink," I pushed pass them and got a Butterbeer.

I sat on the couch and got comfortable. Fred followed me and replaced my bottle with firewhisky.

"Come on, Ang," he pulled me up and we walked towards the stairs. I kissed him on the cheek and then we headed to the staircase.

"Actually—Fred—I'm pretty tired," I yawned and accidentally dropped my bottle so it shattered on the floor. "Oops."

He threw some spells over his shoulder then pulled me towards the door leading to his room. He went to open it, but—it was locked. What the deuce? Did George lock himself in here? Doubtful.

"Ugh," He unlocked it with the help of his wand.

"Hang on," I stopped him before he opened the door. "I haven't seen Lee or Katie this evening. Do you suppose--"

"Do you think—"

We were just smiling at each other thinking of the possibility of Lee and Katie—haha. After sharing some seconds of smiling, we kissed and proceeded to open the door ever so quietly.

"Fred," I whispered, laughing a bit. "What is that?" We were both trying our best not to laugh too loud.

"Ha—that—Angelina—it's--"

"What's it?" We were still laughing, you just had to be there. We covered each others mouths so we wouldn't be heard. Mind you, we had just opened the door and were just inside the room. "Is that--"

"Shh," He put his index finger to his lips.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Fine."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Fred and I burst out laughing—we couldn't help it.

"Oh my Merlin," that was Katie. You could only guess what she was doing—with—NO—to Lee. Ha!

"Oh Merlin is right!" Fred said. We were stumbling all over each other laughing.

"Can you get out of here?" Lee asked attempting to close the curtain around himself and Katie.

"Lee was g—g--get—getting some h--!"

"FRED!" That was me. I pushed him and we were still stumbling and laughing.

"Hello everyone," George had walked in. "Oh shit!" he started laughing.

"Guys!" Katie whined.

"I'm just surprised she can talk!" George said, hitting Fred on the shoulder.

"Come on, leave them to gather themselves first," I pulled Fred and George out of the room.

"Well, at least something's happening between those two," said George. I elbowed him. You have to respect the fact that Lee wants to wait for Katie.

"I'm going to bed you too."

"No you're not," said Fred.

"I am. I'll see you in the morning," I gave him a polite kiss in which he tried to swallow my face—but I pulled away. "Good night," I gave them both an icy stare before going to bed.

Wow, Katie—she's something else.

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"Well look who it is!" George announced when Katie and Lee came into the common room the next morning.

"Should we rename your position on the team, Katie?" said Fred.

"Perhaps—not Chaser—maybe Holder of the Balls?" Oh my goodness—HAHAHAHA.

"No, no—maybe you're like to transfer to Beater?"

"Yeah, Fred—then she can actually get hold of the stick!" Oh my goodness. Those two are horrible.

"Uh!" Katie got a really upset look on her face, then she ran up the stairs and back into her room.

"I like that—but we don't rightly want our Beaters trying to eat their bats do we?" said Fred.

"ENOUGH!" I hit them both in the backs of their heads.

"Ow, Ang. We're just having a bit of fun!" said George, rubbing the back of his head.

"It's not fun for her. We should've never gone in there. If she wants to--"

"Give her boyfriend head it's all right with us. Right Ang?" Fred winked, then he started laughing. He brought me over to him by my neck and I wrestled to get away from him.

"Well, what're we going to do with all of these promiscuous girls we've got, Fred?" George asked in a mock-serious voice. He put his hand to his chin, stroking it as if in thought.

"Golly gee, George, I just don't know. I suppose we could tie them up and punish them!"

"Righhhhht!" They high-fived, laughing all the while.

"You two are sick," I said, laughing myself. This whole week really has been something else.

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Hogwarts is in some—deep—deep—bad—stuff right now. You see, this tart Marietta Edgecombe—which I'm sure Fred has shagged once or twice; but that's beside the point—she snitched on the DA! She told, the ruddy bitch told and gave away everything. Now, Dumbledore is gone and that bitchy toad fat ass woman is the new Headmistress. It's bullshit. Straight poppycock, codswallop. I hate it. How the hell are we suppose to conduct ourselves at this school with that bitch following us around everywhere—coughing her poisonous cough and laughing that high pitched shrill—ugh. Frankly, I am disgusted.

Good thing we have those two Weasleys. They are sure to give that woman hell while they're here—oh, yes they are. Why, today they set off these fantastic fireworks that sent that woman into a seizure—well, no—but I wish. The teachers were even playing along—they didn't like the bitch much either. Who does?

There is a wonderful celebration in the common room. Fred and George are the heroes of Gryffindor—hell, the school. Even Hermione could put down her work for a bit and enjoy some relaxation time—or whatever.

"Enjoying the 'works, Love?" Fred came over to me and handed me a Butterbeer from over my shoulder. I was looking out the window, enjoying the displays of colors and shapes that were so wonderfully created by the man standing behind me.

"Very much so," I smiled, turning around to face him. We admired each other for just a few seconds before I turned back to the window. He grabbed me from behind, just holding there and it was a bit romantic, adorable.

"Come on," he kind of started swaying—as if we dancing to music that wasn't really playing.

I laughed, "After Lee and Katie—I'm a bit scared to shag anywhere in this school."

"Well, we could always leave the door without a silencing charm and they know good and well we're up to no good," I felt his smile across my cheek.

"How charming you are, Fred. You're solution that people won't know we're shagging is so they can hear us shagging and not walk in—doesn't seem to add up," I smiled.

"Nothing has to add up. Just get starkers and the world will be right again."

"Right."

"Exactly, come," I let go of me and started walking back towards the groups of people that were still in the common room. "I'm turning in early lads and ladies! Hope you enjoyed the show!"

"Yes!" George came up beside him and they both bowed, grinning from ear to ear.

Fred nodded his head towards the stairs.

"Fred--"I paused before proceeding up the stairs.

"Yeah?"

"Your—your birthday is in two days—two," a smile spread across my face.

"NO! Don't even think about that shagging strike or whatever the hell you like to call that. I don't even want to wait two days. It's not going to be any better by waiting two days, so come on!" With that, he yanked me up the stairs. I don't think my feet touched the ground the rest of the night.

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What the hell am I going to do for their birthday? Well, obviously—Gryffindor is throwing them a party. That's a given. But come on—do you remember my birthday? Wow. How can I top that? It's Fred and George's birthday followed by the Easter holidays, so—wow. Lot's of time away from classes.

Fred woke up, yawning, "Ah! Tomorrow is my birthday!" He did a small—victory dance or something, I don't know.

"And why are you so excited?"

"Because I'm not leaving this room from twelve tonight to twelve tomorrow," he smiled, then kissed me. "Yes!"

"Is that what you think?"

"Yes. All I want for my birthday is Miss Angelina Johnson however I please," he gave me a humongous grin—loser.

"What if I had something planned for you?" I don't—but still.

"Cancel it. Because we'll be going at it—like every ten minutes or so—that'll be—a lot of times in one day."

I raised my eyebrows at him, "Are you trying to kill me?"

"I'll be gentle."

"Pshh—yeah. Anyways, we'll see how it works out. Either way, you're leaving the room—if even for an hour—you are."

"I can work with an hour to rest—and eat," He smiled, the kissed me again. He stretched and threw his legs over the side of his bed and strutted into the bathroom. What a loser.

Fred was rather perky the rest of the day and long into the night. When we finally did turn in—to our separate rooms, mind you—it was rather late. WHAT am I going to do for these Weasleys? I honestly have no idea. Of course—the party, again. Not much goes into having a party these days. But—well, we all know—I'm not going to just lay up in that room all day if that's what you're thinking. Yeah, I mean—obviously—but—not all day. That's damn near impossible. Every ten minutes—pshh.

Anyway, the next morning I woke up around ten o'clock. Knowing that Fred never got up before two anyway. So, I changed—into—his clothes? I don't know—he's always liked it when I look—rough? I don't know—I think I look terrible—but hey. Today isn't about Angelina, is it?

So, I was dressed in plaid boxers and an oversized tee-shirt. I crept up the stairs to the boys' dormitory and opened the door quietly. Of course, each of the three boys were still sleeping. I would prefer to shake Lee and George out of their beds—but it's George's birthday as well. I was walking over to Fred's bed when the floorboard creaked and Lee stirred. He suddenly shot up in his bed, his dreads were every which way.

"Are you shagging him this early?" He tilted his head to the side.

I put my finger to my lips and shook my head sharply.

"I don't trust it," he snatched his pillow from the bed and stomped out of the room, throwing me a menacingly glance from over his shoulder. Oh well. I think I'll live with one less person in the room.

I brushed my hair out of my eyes and opened the curtains of Fred's four-poster. He was sleeping soundly, he chest rising slightly and he looked very innocent—something I would never witness during the day. Fred was right last year—people are peaceful when they sleep, it's nice.

I guess it's about twelve or something and I got in another two hours by his side. I made sure the curtains were closed before I decided to initiate my Happy Birthday. Mwahahaha.

I crept closer to him, kind of crawling on my side—scooting. Any way I probably looked really stupid doing it. Anyways, I got closer to him and brushed his hair away from his neck—where I decided I should start kissing him.

"Mum—five more minutes!" he pushed me away. Mum? EWWWW. I just got a really nasty image in my head. Oh, ew. No. No. Ew. Okay.

I proceeded to turn him from his side so he was laying on his back and his head just flopped over to his side like he was dead. You would've thought Fred would be able to tell when a girl was on top of him even in his sleep but hey—he's not perfect. Haha. Anyway, I started kissing the corners of his mouth and his head flopped over to the other side.

I saw him open one eye and then close it quickly. The loser was playing tricks on me—I should've known. Next minute I was on my back. He had turned me completely over with a nice, swift motion. Thank you Quidditch.

"Are you up, dear Fred?"

"Yeah, I'm up—very up," he winked. Pervert.

"Yes. How long have you been awake?"

He took to kissing my neck. "I heard you come in and I watched you sleep."

I smiled, "You've been up this whole time?"

"You think I wouldn't know if a girl was on top of me?" Of course you would. Of course.

I just smiled and shook my head.

"Oh, Angelina—I adore your shirt," he smiled, I guess he just noticed it was his. As if a huge 'F' on it wasn't enough. "But I like you better when you're starkers, you know that." With that, he took the liberty of sliding it over my head.

From there—it was pretty much a Happy Birthday.

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"TWIN! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIN!" George went to pull open the curtain when I grabbed at it, holding it in place.

"Happy Birthday, George!" Fred said. "Just give me a minute, then."

"Oh—nice. First thing in the morning—lucky bastard," George laughed, "I'll see you two in the common room." I guess you will, Georgie Boy.

"Hey, hey, hey—can we continue now?"

"Certainly."

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AGAIN: Sorry for the delay. I'll try to have another chapter up as soon as I can. Let's hope no later than Monday. Next up? The rest of their birthday, um, when they leave, the Quidditch finals--and the end. Also, it looks like the story is going to be EVEN LONGER than the expected 17 chapters. So more more more is coming up. Thanks for everything, guys. Please review.