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A N G E L I N A

It takes us about five hours or more to get to Hogwarts. I never know because I don't normally take my time to count the minutes, but at least it always feels like five. When the prefects came around and informed us that we had almost arrived, the boys left the compartment and let us ladies change into our school things, we did the same for them once we'd finished.

Getting up to the castle was a bit of a struggle. The rain didn't want to let up, so whatever was pulling the carriages had a bit of a hard time getting us to our destination. I was soaked through to the skin by the time I was in the Great Hall.

When we did arrive, we all sat for ages listening intently to the Dumbledore deliver his speech, the silence was so thick I could have cut it with my bread knife, each person in the room eager to know what their parents had meant by: "You'll find out soon enough." We all wanted to know what was so important. If beforehand, someone had given me a thousand guesses, to deduce what the fuss was about and in the end either take away all my money for the wrong answer or double it for the right, I would be sitting here now, penniless.

"I can't believe it!" I shrill. I take off my school robes and fold them onto a chair beside my bed. Dumbldore's speech was made over an hour ago now, and Alicia and I are in our new dormitory, unpacking our trunks and talking about what I'm guessing the whole school must be nattering on. "A Triwizard Tournament?" I shake my head in disbelief. "I'm definitely going to enter."

Katie, who's now dumped herself in a careless fashion onto my once neat bed, shoves a toffee into her mouth before adding: "Your so lucky!" She licks her fingers and chews loudly enough for me to want slap the food out of her mouth. "I would myself if I wasn't underage."

Alicia shakes her head in disagreement, flipping madly through her Witch Weekly magazine and sucking quietly on a Gummy Bear. "You guys must be crazy." She says, taking a pause to fiddle out some of the confection that has stuck itself between her teeth. "Do you know how dangerous that tournament must be? I mean, they wouldn't have stopped it for nothing."

I rest myself beside Katie who moves over to make room "Babe," I start, fiddling with my hair until it falls out of its strenuous ponytail and sigh at the relief "think not of the danger, but of the money!"

Katie giggles. "Yeah, imagine! Hey Ange, if you get through with this and win, you'd give some of that cash to your loveable best mate right?" She pushes herself up onto her elbows and regards me through narrowed eyes.

"Hey!" Alicia buts in. "Remember you have two best friends."

I snigger and lean back so that my head rests itself on Katie's disturbingly flat stomach. No matter how much food that girl stuffs her face with, she still manages to obtain a slim figure. I really don't know how she does it. I mean, it's not like I don't eat; I just find myself having to watch out and count calories a lot more. I think maybe Katie was blessed at birth.

"Yeah I guess I'd give you some." I pause for a moment to think about what I'd do with it all. I think my first option would be to move out of my neighbourhood and buy a big house somewhere in the richer boroughs of London. I chuckle at my next thought. "Then I'd spend spend spend!" The girls laugh along until speaking of money makes me remember something I value as very important. "Oh Katie!" I sit up and turn to face her. "Guess what's the news just in?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, too into the bean she's popping into her mouth. "What?"

I take a breath and don't bother to smother my grin. "Only the sexiest Russian guy is starting Hogwarts this year!"

"WHAT!" She almost chokes on her bean. "Tell me you're joking?" Katie and I exchange looks, then brake out in hearty fit of giggles. Silent messages sending clearly enough for us to get the signal.

Alicia looks us over inquiringly, and frowns before she adds. "What are you two talking about?" She scowls. "Spill or I swear I'll get all moody on your asses. You know how much I hate it when you go on about things I can't go on about too."

I roll my eyes for effect. "When you see him, you'll probably go on a lot more than we have combined."

Katie speaks up next. "But are you talking about Dmitri, Angie?"

"Of course I am!" Wide grins break out on both our faces. "What other sexy Russian's do I know?"

At my words Katie's face lights up, and I suddenly think I understand what Fred meant about me looking like a kid who found out all the sweets in the world are free. "When did you find this out?" She's eager for answers. "I mean I thought he went to Durmstrang."

"Today," I inform "I bumped into him when I was coming on the train. He's starting here because I think he's moved to England. But whatever, you know you're a lucky cow?"

She regards me through confuse misted eyes. "Why?" She questions, and I let out a deep sigh.

"Well because he fancies you of course!"

Katie shakes her head and my eyebrows raise in question. "He doesn't fancy me you idiot."

"Don't try and hide it from me." I cross my arms over my chest. "I was there when he was sweet talking you in the cinema-"

"You got it all wrong!" She breaks out into hindering little giggles. "He likes you not me. It's why I kept on winking at you when he was talking to me."

I shake my head, not quite getting it. "If he liked me," I begin to question, "why didn't you tell me that same day?"

Katie unwraps a lollipop and sticks it in her mouth before giving me her muffled reply. "Well I couldn't exactly tell you with him there could I?" She shakes her head in agreement with her own declaration. "And besides, when we got all that money I completely forgot about it-"

"What money!" Alicia yells, and my head snaps to her bubbling form. She had been sitting there so quietly that I completely forgot she was here in the first place. You would have too if you just found out the hottest Russian guy on the planet was keen on you. I had for about a millisecond fallen into Lala land until she so nicely snapped me out of it. "You guys are so mean!" She continues to complain. "What are you keeping from me? Why aren't you telling me who he is? Why wasn't I there? What's wrong with me? Don't you-"

"Shut it, Leesh." Katie cuts, brandishing her lollipop like a dangerous weapon. "How the bloody hell would you expect us to drag you all the way from Portugal just to watch some sucky film?"

"Well you could have told me about him before!" She sulks and crosses her arms.

I sigh. "If you don't stop whining, I'll get George to fart in your face."

At least she laughs at that. "Speaking of George, have you noticed how much the guys have changed over the summer?"

I nod with accord, stuffing my hand into Katie's bag of confections and pulling myself out a long Gummy Snake. I bite off it's head before answering. "Yes! I saw Fred and almost died of shock." I laugh and lean back on my pillow. "My mouth was hanging open I swear 'cause he looked at me all weird and kept asking me for kisses."

"I know!" Alicia grins, now I think thankful for a conversation she could join. "But when I saw George I tried not to stare too much because I didn't want him to think he had one over me. I mean this year, it's not about him anymore. I'm defffinately moving on. Now budge over." She indicates for Katie and I to move over on the bed and we quickly scoot to make space.

From the far end of the bed Katie huffs. "Oh come on you lot, those two are still as skinny and freckled as ever. It's all about the tall dark and handsome."

I snort. "You mean Lee?"

"Well who else?" She nods. "I mean, his hairs grown and he's got all chiselled and manly-"

"That's just disgusting Katie. I've known Lee since forever, I don't really take into account how manly he's gotten." I pretend I'm throwing up and she pokes me in the stomach.

"You're just jealous!" She laughs "Jealous that he's more manly than those guys will ever be." Then she turns onto her side and regards me through thoughtful eyes. "I didn't know you had a thing for Fred."

I jump quickly at the occasion to deny all meaning behind that remark. "I don't have a thing for Fred!" I don't like the fact that what I'm saying makes them both giggle. "Seriously!" I press. "I don't. Would you two stop laughing? So what? Now you're trying to say I can't admit someone's good looking without falling madly in love with them?"

Alicia shakes her head. "Nope."

I scowl at that. "You just said the same thing about George less than forty seconds ago."

"So what?" She shrugs. "I can't believe you couldn't see I was lying. Sheesh Angie, and you call yourself a friend?"

I moan and cover my hand over my eyes. "I would like you to both listen now and listen good." I take a breath. "I do NOT have a thing for that lanky little-"

"What's that Angie?"

My heart pounds when I realise the voice isn't coming from either Alicia or Katie, but from Fred standing outside the door.

"Open up then!" Lee shouts, and someone bangs their fists against the wood. I'm guessing this is coming from George.

The only reassurance I get from all this, is the hindering fits of laughter issuing from my two best friends, and the luck of the stars that I didn't say Fred's name. I think I would have died if he found out I was talking about him like that. Not just any old way, but in terms of being infatuated. He would have never let it go, and the rest of my years at Hogwats would have been forever doomed.

Katie jumps up from the bed and unlocks the door with a quick flick of her wand. In seconds the boys are bustling through the entrance with stacks of food piled into each one of their hands, mounted to as much as they could carry. Carelessly they drop the load onto the floor, creating a terrible din.

Alicia sits up sharply and narrows her eyes while Lee waltzes over to shut the door. "If you all make a mess in here, I'll have you clean it up yourselves!" She bawls.

George bows. "Yes mother." And Alicia growls angrily.

Then they all come and squish themselves onto our bed. No sorry, scrap that. My bed. I have to scrunch myself into the corner to make more room as Fred comes and sits cross legged in front of me. George sits on the edge beside Alicia, and Lee and Katie start throwing packets of crisps from the floor onto the already full crib. Katie doesn't take her chances and nabs at one of the packets before anyone else can get to it.

"So…" Fred's mouth shapes into an O. "…what was that you lot were talking about then?" He's discovered Katie's bag hanging on my bed knob and quickly scavenges for it, shoving a concoction of sweets into his mouth while eyeing me expectantly. He patiently waits for my answer.

I laugh at that. Laugh at the fact that there's no way I'm going to tell him what we were discussing. Not no way in hell. I have too much pride to let it slip that I might have something over him. I'd also feel terrible at the fact that I'm only realising this now that he's suddenly turned into a cutie, and wouldn't want him to think that I was using him for his looks. That's just plain rude. "That's none of your business, Weasley."

He doesn't get a chance to answer as George suddenly bellows over the racket of food wrappers and excited chatter. "Let's see what's on the wireless you lot!" We all "WOO" loudly with agreement and George flicks his wand in the action that will tune in the Wireless Network.

There's a loud boom and I'm sure I feel the room rattle. Then comes the crazy drums and the eccentric guitar notes and Fred jumps off the bed in a wild excitement. "Wizards on E!" He yells over the racket, and shamelessly starts dancing around the room with a Fire Whisky brandished in one hand. He head bangs so crazily I wonder how he hasn't caused himself at least minor head problems yet.

It isn't long before George and Lee jump up too. George is just as crazy as Fred, his arms flying about the place but witlessly enough he's in tune with the music. Lee jumps around and starts to air guitar, his dreads whipping like mad around his head. It's at that moment I guess I understand some part of where Katie is coming from. He has a sort of Lenny Kravitz look about him that I hadn't till now seemed to noticed. Though, Lee's a little darker than Kravitz, and of course he'd have to represent him back in the days when Kravitz still had his dreadlocks.

I laugh out loud at the scene before me, but can't even hear myself over the clamour. Katie is still camped on the floor, now opening her second packet of crisps and occasionally nodding her head and singing along with the music, and Alicia is on the bed with me, her eyes wide with horror at how people can move around in such an extreme fashion without managing to hurt themselves. She's shouting things like: "George be careful you don't bang you head!" and "Fred get off the draws!" or "Lee! Lee! Are you listening to me? Stop that!" Of course neither of them can hear her. I try to fill her in on the point and she nervously takes a swig of my Fire Whisky.

"Did someone charm the room so that no one can hear all this?" I question Alicia as she hands me back my bottle. She only nods and points at Lee.

"When he was shutting the door."

I accept and crawl over on the bed to collect a packet of crisps before Katie waffles them all, when something grabs me around my ankle. My eyes turn to saucers and I do scream, but I everyone at that moment seems to think it's the music. I quickly turn onto my back to see what it is, and my eyes take in a rather giddy looking Weasley. I question in my mind how many Fire Whisky's they had all drank before stationing in our room.

"Dance with me!" He hollers over the fuss. It's funny, but right then I can't help but notice Fred looks as sexy as hell. His hair is wet because only a few seconds ago he managed to recklessly pour a full bottle of Fire Whisky over his head. It's hanging damp and dark over his lustful blue eyes, and those dimples are coming into play again. He's smiling. Smiling the hottest smile I don't think any boy at Hogwarts would be able to achieve. Heck, I don't even think George could pull this one off. I've never noticed how nice his teeth were before now either. I almost giggle but have to force myself not to. Either way I don't think he could notice how much he just made me swoon. He's too far gone.

"Well?" He pesters, his voice lowered to a deep and throaty purr. Now I know he's drunk. "I want a dance out of you, sexy. Think you can deliver?"

I raise a curious eyebrow at Fred's choice of words. Did he just call me sexy? No way. I must have been over hearing things. But don't they say people always speak the truth when they're drunk? Maybe I want Fred to call me sexy right now because he's making my stomach do funny things. No Weasely should be able to achieve that over me, but right now Fred seems to be pulling it off more than anyone has ever done to me before. Heck, not even Dmitri get this sort of reaction from me!

I try to kick out of his grasp but a tipsy Fred is a little more forceful than the sober one. He quickly grabs my other ankle and tugs so hard that I hurtle in his direction, my skirt hitching up over my thighs. I tumble off the bed and land in a heap on the floor, my hair falling in front of my face.

"Fred!" I yell, though smile coyly through my hair at him. He only shrugs and looks at me so expectantly I think I might collapse under his gaze. When did he become so domineering?

"Are you coming or what?" He shouts over the music, his eyes flashing sternly at me.

The song changes to something recognisable by a band called The Woops. Yes you read right. They're something like a favourite to Katie. I look over and see her jump up, this time it's her who's dancing crazily around the room and having Alicia shout down her neck.

I look over at Fred and smile, putting out my hand for him to take it. "Is that a challenge?" I ask, getting to my feet as he helps me up and shaking my hair out of my face. I'd like this much more if it was a challenge.

He laughs and my knees almost buckle. I have to will myself to stand upright and continuously remind myself that it's got to be the drink that's making me react to him like this. What else would it be? If I wasn't drinking before hand I'm positive I would be a lot more stable than this. No, I'm sure of it.

"If you want it to be." He shrugs and is about to pull me into the centre of the room before I manage to stop him.

"Wait!" I pull my hand out of his and grab my bottle of Fire Whisky. Hastily I finish the bottle of its content and reach back for Fred's hand. He's smiling deviously at my motives, but immediately snaps out of whatever he was thinking and yanks me into the middle of the room.

The drink quickly gets to my head, and I start throwing my arms about and dancing like the rest of them. I swivel my hips to the music and watch Fred's eyes register my moves. I smile at the drunk wanting look in his gave, and flick my hair out of my face. He can't seem to help himself and moves in closer, a very devious grin settled amongst his lips.

All this it seems is happening to everyone else but Alicia. She's sitting from what I can see with her arms crossed on the bed, shaking her head at the rest of us as George tries to get her off her ass.

"Come on Leesh!" I can hear him say, but am not completely in focus as I watch Fred eye me lustfully as I dance. I've never seen him like this before, so totally in control and sure of what he wants. I do know however that the drink has some sort of play in this, and shake him off for a while, laughing at how out of it he looks. He manages to laugh too, shaking his head to try and bring himself back around.

"One dance for me, lovely? You know you're the prettiest girl I've ever known?"

I don't register anymore of what George is saying, as Fred pulls off his shirt and starts dancing topless. I don't want to gawp but I really cant help it. The whole place seems to have slowed down and Fred's standing there in front of me, with no top on dancing like mad. How come no one else seems to notice? Katie and Lee are in the corner of the room doing dances I don't want to have to describe, George is pestering Alicia to get off the bed while Fred jumps around in front of me. Topless. Can anyone say sex appeal loud enough?

Its not long before he notices I'm staring. Why wouldn't he? He has all the right to notice. Boasting out his chest, he saunters over as close as possible and starts banging his head around like mad to the music. His hair shags about as he shakes it and all the Whisky he'd poured over it sprays all over the room.

I think I'm going to faint. Can no one see what he's doing to me isn't right?

I shake my head and he laughs. Can you believe it? Fred's laughing at me because he knows I think he's sexy. When did this happen?

I shrug and start dancing again. Shaking myself out of it. I wont let this happen because Fred Weasely being sexy should be a statement beyond this world. Yet for some reason I find I'm the one saying it. I wonder if they put something in this drink . .