Disclaimer: Hi, we're Katie & Jaclyn...not JK Rowling.
WARNING: There's some mild language in this chapter. No different than any of the other ones, though. (:
Jaclyn wrote this
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Chapter Four - A Troublesome Morning
Katie awoke the next morning to an empty dorm. She was confused at first, but when she looked at the clock she realized that she had slept through breakfast and the first half of transfiguration.
She looked around, wondering why one of her dorm mates didn't wake her up when the memories of the night before came back. It must have been Angelina.
"Stupid bitch" she muttered to herself as she chose to skip out on showering in favor of not completely skipping class. She quickly pulled her robes on over a short slip dress, pulled a brush through her hair, and practically ran out toward the classroom.
After tripping over the hem of a carpet once, stumbling over her feet twice, and falling into two trick stairs, Katie finally made it to her transfiguration classroom, panting for air.
"I'm-", Katie took a much needed breath, "I'm sorry Professor McGonagall. I must have overslept" she tried not to make any eye contact and tip toed to the only free desk without taking even a moment to register who it was next to.
"Oversleeping, Ms. Bell, is most definitely not a permittable excuse in my classroom. That'll be a detention and fifteen points from Gryffindor."
Katie's jaw dropped at the unfairness of the punishment.
"Don't look so surprised, Ms. Bell, and you can come to my classroom tomorrow at eight o'clock. Looks like you two will have company. She nodded at the Weasley twins.
Katie looked around the room with a mixture of confusion and outrage trying to find and make eye contact with George so she could make plans to see him before the detention and figure out how they were going to act with each other.
She honestly did know the agreement, but so wanted it to be wrong. She wanted to make plans to maybe start a relationship, slow it down and at least be with him.
When she finally made eye contact, she was completely surprised to see him with a black eye and what looked like the scab of a bleeding lip. She looked at him worriedly and put up a finger, gesturing to watch and wait a moment.
She wrote on a piece of paper
What happened with you?
-Katie
and sent it flying low on the ground toward him. She watched him read it and take out a piece of parchment himself. Moments later, it was soaring toward her. She picked it up and read the print.
I'll explain it all later. We need to talk.
Can we meet? How about after detention? Fred will be there too.
Just thought I should warn you
-George
She read the note, looked to George, and nodded with a smile. At least he was going to meet her. That meant she would be able to see him, which was definitely better than nothing.
She daydreamed through the rest of class and was most surprised when she heard her name.
"Ms. Bell?" when McGonagall received no answer she raised her voice, "MS. BELL?!"
Katie stood up with a start. The classroom was empty and McGonagall was looking at her as though she was about to pounce. "Um… Sorry ma'am. I wasn't paying attention." she apologized lamely,
"Clearly." McGonagall said without emotion. "Well, though I do not at all appreciate students sleeping through my class, I do need to talk to you so please sit down."
Katie sat down obediently, desperately hoping that no more points were to be taken from Gryffindor.
"It has come to my attention that you were the reason for the ruckus this morning between Mr. and Mr. Weasley."
This caught Katie by surprise. She knew that Fred and George both had detention with her that night, this much she had figured out, but that was just another day in Hogwarts. But she didn't remember starting anything with anyone. She knew nothing.
"Am I to take from the surprised expression on your face that you have no clue what I am talking about?"
Katie nodded numbly. This did not sound good.
"Then", McGonagall said, "You may leave."
Katie nodded again and walked out the door, trying to figure out what had happened in those few extra hours she had been asleep.
(Back to that morning)
George awoke early that morning with a headache that felt like a hurricane inside of him. He had spent the night dreaming that he and Katie were floating on two boats, both capsized and sinking, neither within reach of each other, with nothing they could do. Needless to say, this was not going to be a great day.
Everyone else in his dorm was asleep, and George didn't want to chance falling back into the same dream, so he got up reluctantly and took a long shower to settle himself down.
It worked on the headache, but not on the feeling that last night's solution was the worst idea he ever had come up with. Upon returning to his dorm, he looked at the clock for the first time since waking up. It was only six o clock and nobody would awaken for at least another forty-five minutes.
Even Fred, who usually was gone by the time George woke up, was still sleeping. George fought the instinct to pour a giant bucket of ice water on his brother's head and instead got ready for the day.
Once robed and ready, George walked lazily into the common room, which was empty except for a few first years and a third year.
He picked up a "Diseases: how to acquire, take full advantage of, and defeat them." And continued the research on a new item he was working on.
Around 6:45, he was completely concentrated in his book, but sensed a presence hoping not to be noticed. He looked up and saw Fred tip toeing past him, trying to be soundless.
George dropped his book and stood up to face this so called brother.
Fred tensed when he heard George drop his book, seemed to shrink a few inches, and turned around with a forced smile on his face.
"George! Long time no talk. We should -erm- catch up!" he said, feigning easy goingness.
George looked at his brother with disbelief. So he was going to try to pretend that nothing happened? Try to pretend that he hadn't just cheated on his own girlfriend with George's?
"Fred!" George said mockingly, "Long time no talk, I should kick your ass!" he said with an easy smile on his face.
Fred lost his whole happy exterior and faded into a much more burdened one. "Well, I can't say I didn't see this coming" he said to the ground.
"Well," George began, once again mocking his brother, "I must say you do deserve this." He looked straight into his brother's eyes and punched him in the stomach.
Fred fell to the ground in pain. "What was that for?" he barely got out. The wind was completely knocked out of him.
George looked at Fred with hatred in his glare. "You know what that was for. And don't you try to deny it. Angelina? You cheated on your girlfriend. You're perfect girlfriend for MINE!" he roared the end. All of the pain that he had been pushing back for the last two days was finally coming out.
"I hate you!" he whispered, kicking his brother who was attempting to get back up and catch his breath. Fred fell back to the floor.
George simply glared at his brother until he stood back up. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?" he asked, just waiting for another chance to cause his twin just a fraction of the pain he had managed to cause both him and Katie.
Fred looked at the ground, not even angry. "All I want to say is… I'm sorry." He said, for the first time that morning looking George in the eye. "I'm so sorry."
George wanted to forgive him. He wanted to believe that he really cared. But how could he care? How could he forgive the man who caused Katie, beautiful, sensitive Katie, so much pain? He just couldn't.
His face hardened. "Well this is not something I intend to forgive anytime soon. You are dead to me." He began to walk away but stopped and looked back. "And your little whore too. I hope you're happy."
George made his way toward the common room door, and made it about half way before he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around and before he knew what happened, he was punched straight in the jaw.
He fell to the floor with a resounding 'umph' and looked up to see his brother glaring down at him.
"You NEVER call Angelina a whore. He said triumphantly, then began to walk away, pleased with himself.
George grabbed his brother by the back of his knees, pulled them forward, and watched Fred buckle and fall to the ground. He pounced on top of him and hit, punched, and caused all the physical pain he possibly could to any area of his brother he could reach.
It quickly turned into a rolling blur of red, white, and black. Both twins taking out every bit of anger the could muster out on each other, and neither willing to back off and make it a draw.
Within moments, over half of Gryffindor were standing around the twins, some worried and some excited over the prospect of a fight. Some yelled out names of who they wanted to win and some covered their eyes, but only one went to actually do anything.
Hermione Granger walked into the common room minutes later with Professor McGonagall hot on her heals.
McGonagall did some sort of complicate swishing with her wand and in moments, the two boys were separately floating in the air, both glaring at each other from opposite sides of the room.
She turned savagely at each of them in turn. "WHAT is the meaning of this?" she screamed at them both.
The silence in the room was deafening. Everyone was shocked into silence except for, seemingly, McGonagall.
"FIGHTING in the COMMON ROOM?! How COULD you?!" she roared.
Both of the Wesley's looked to the ground ashamedly, neither willing to speak.
"No explanations, eh?" Professor looked from one to the other in disgust, "Well we'll see how long it takes. Detention with me, every day this week, and a day added for every night you fail to explain what just happened"
Fred and George were both lowered to the ground and McGonagall walked away without looking back.
The common room burst back into life the second the portrait was closed. There seemed to be about thirty girls screeching at the time they had wasted and how they would now have to make their showers twice as fast, and even more guys guffawing at the scene that had just played out.
The only two who seemed to be at all original were Fred and George. Fred walked toward his brother as if to make amends, but George beat him to it, walking out and slamming the portrait door only moments after McGonagall did.
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A/N: Well, there you go. Thanks for the reviews. We hop around each time we get them. There should be another update tomorrow, if not, we will at least keep updating every other day. We're both getting super sucked up into this story.
Sorry if some of it is off cannon, but this is how it has to go. We're not character bashing Fred. We'll make his motives clear at some point
R/R!
-Jaclyn
In response to reviews:
Yes, their relationship moves fast, but the story is about George and Katie's relationship. We have to get there if you want much of a plot.