I love writing fluffy stuff a lot. I'm sure you noticed that last chapter. This chapter is really all about Anna…sorry fellow George lovers. But on the bright side, you guys get to meet some OCs this chapter. Try and guess which OC is me…I dare you.

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"I'm bored."

"What do you expect? We just got out of a bloody detention for crying out loud!"

Fred Weasley and Lee Jordan were having their usual post-detention argument. Lee was beginning to become very sick of the fact that Professor McGonagall had banned Fred and George from doing detentions together. Anyways, the two had just entered the common room, and upon looking up at the clock on the wall, they saw that it was after midnight. Fred yawned and stretched out on the couch.

"What's taking George so long? Trelawney can't possibly give worse detentions than Snape!" he said. Lee smirked.

"He probably ran into his little girlfriend, seeing as it's now officially Valentine's Day and all," said Lee.

"Of course. Now I have to spend Valentine's Day with you," Fred groaned. Lee looked offended.

"Gee thanks Fred. You know, you wouldn't be stuck with me if you'd quit being a prat and ask Angelina out," he said. Fred blushed.

"Quit it. After the Yule Ball, Angie and I agreed that we are just friends," he said sternly.

"Yeah right. Just friends who fancy the hell out of each other," muttered Lee.

"Git, I heard that. And what about you and Alicia, eh?" asked Fred.

"Alicia and I are an actual case of 'just friends.' Seriously, if we fancied each other as well, then our entire group of friends would be corrupted by romance," said Lee.

"Fair point, my friend. George and Anna do seem to be corrupting the friend circle," agreed Fred.

"Yes, but if I remember clearly, you used to like Anna as well," began Lee, but Fred cut him off.

"Exactly. I used to like her. But she's George's girl. Plus, she's not really my type," he added. Just then, George climbed in through the portrait hole. Lee sighed.

"It's about time!" Fred exclaimed. "We were beginning to think Trelawney had kidnapped you!"

"Hah, well you were way off. Trelawney left a half an hour through it because the 'inner eye' demanded it," grinned George. Fred raised an eyebrow.

"So why are you so late?" he asked. Lee smirked.

"Were you with your girlfriend?" he asked. George blushed and mumbled something.

"HAH! Gotcha!" shouted Lee. Fred smirked.

"And what were you two doing that took so long?" he asked.

"Well, we had the same detention. So we were scrubbing windows, arranging teacups, polishing crystal balls…"

"She was polishing your crystal balls?" asked Lee.

"You're sick," replied George.

"You know George, Anna might not appreciate that you didn't get her anything for Valentine's Day," said Fred.

"Nah she's okay with it. She didn't get me anything either. She says Valentine's Day is just overly corny and no real use to anyone," replied George.

"Well isn't she just a ray of sunshine?" asked Lee. "I suppose there's also a 'no snogging' til summer rule?"

"If there is, Georgie broke it already," smirked Fred.

"Gits," mumbled George. Both Fred and Lee were smirking.

"Oh Georgie did you two snog again tonight?" asked Lee. George's ears turned scarlet. Naturally, both Fred and Lee noticed this, and began roaring with laughter.

"You have some explaining to do, mister," said Fred sternly.

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Anna had just walked into her own dormitory. She quickly brushed he teeth and pulled on some pajamas.

"Where've you been?"

Anna turned around to see her classmate Tara Avery lying on her own bed. Anna had never really spoken to her before, so it came as a surprise that Tara was speaking to her now.

"How can you still be awake?" asked Anna.

"Stuff on the mind," yawned Tara. "Your name's Anna, right?"

Seeing as they had shared a dormitory and nearly every class since the first year, Anna was rather surprised to learn that Tara wasn't even sure as to what her name was.

"Yeah. And your name's Tara, right?" she asked.

"Yeah. So why were you out so late?" she asked curiously.

"I had detention," replied Anna, not too keen on letting Tara in on every little detail of her life.

"Detentions don't usually go til midnight though," said Tara.

"It was a long walk back," replied Anna.

"Hey, sorry if I seem all nosy I'm just curious. It's kind of sad that we've 'known each other' since first year and never really spoke," Tara said.

"It's fine, I'm just tired," she replied.

"How come we never talk?" asked Tara.

"I try to keep to myself," said Anna quietly.

"Yet you still manage to get yourself put on the front page of The Daily Prophet?" asked Tara. Anna flushed.

"Everyone needs their share of the spotlight," said Anna coolly. Tara laughed.

"You don't seem like the type who would date Harry Potter, if you don't mind me saying," said Tara. Anna laughed.

"That's cause I'm not actually dating him, although Rita Skeeter took it as her responsibility to tell the world that I was," said Anna. Tara laughed.

"Actually, she told the world that seven times," she said, referring to the seven articles about hers and Harry's 'love affair.'

"Yet she still never managed to find out my name," grinned Anna. Tara yawned.

"Well it was nice to 'meet' you, Anna," she said.

"Likewise," muttered Anna, laying down and pulling up the covers.

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Anna rolled out of bed about 9 hours later and pulled on a T-shirt and jeans. Then she heard a loud yawn. Anna looked over to see Tara sprawled on the floor, evidently having just fallen out of bed. Anna rolled her eyes and began to walk out the door when she heard Tara mumble something.

"What?" she asked.

"I said, whose owl is that?" said Tara. Anna looked up and saw an owl pecking at the window. She then recognized it as Hedwig, Harry's owl.

"I don't know," she muttered, opening the window and perching Hedwig on her arm. She undid the scroll attached to Hedwig's left leg. It said:

Good Morning Sunshine!

First off, yes I decided to borrow Harry's owl. Second, I know you're probably crying your eyes out because Georgie didn't send you a Valentine's Day present, so I decided a little message from yours truly would cheer you up. You can thank me later ;)

Sincerely,

The tall redheaded twin who you do not choose to sneak out and snog at random intervals.

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Anna smirked. Fred Weasley is one weird dude she thought. Tara suddenly looked like she understood something. She smirked.

"That's Potter's owl isn't it?" she asked. Anna flushed.

"No, it's a school owl," she lied quickly, having no desire for her roommate to run off to every Slytherin in the castle bearing the news that Harry Potter was sending her a message on Valentine's Day.

"It so is. Let me see the letter," Tara demanded.

"Sorry, I gotta go. I'm already late," said Anna.

"Late for your date with Potter?" asked Tara, now smirking again.

"Late for breakfast," corrected Anna, walking out the door.

•••

"I hate Divination," muttered Tara, who Anna was sharing a table with.

"Alright everyone, I am not going to split you up into groups of six. Three of you are going to look into the crystal balls, then you will tell the other three what you see. Any questions?" announced Professor Trelawney. Not one person in the Slytherin and Ravenclaw class raised their hands. Professor Trelawney looked rather taken aback. She soon recovered and began making groups. Anna was in a group with Tara and four other Slytherins, two of which she recognized as her other roommates, and one who looked familiar, but she couldn't think where she knew him from.

"That woman is insane," muttered one of the girls, whose hair was the color of a fire engine.

"Definitely," agreed Tara. The other girl and one of the boys both looked at Anna awkwardly. Anna glared at them.

"What?" she asked fiercely.

"Who are you?" asked the one girl bluntly. Tara rolled her eyes.

"Guys, this is Anna. Gab you've shared a room with her since first year you idiot! And Christian quit gawking at her," said Tara to the girl and boy that were staring at Anna.

"Sorry," mumbled the boy, whose name was apparently Christian. The other boy rolled his eyes and turned to Anna.

"Ignore Christian, he's a prat. I'm Perry by the way," he said with a small smile.

"Okay Anna, this is Gabrielle Dolohov, but you can call her Gab," said Tara, pointing to the first girl. Gab gave an awkward wave. "That's Christian Rabastan, and Perry Kirk," continued Tara, pointing at the two boys. "And that's Samantha-"

"Sam Mulciber," cut in the other girl. "Call me Samantha, and I'll hit you with an Unforgivable," she said menacingly. Anna raised her eyebrows.

"Aren't you a happy child," she muttered. Perry heard her, and laughed.

"Sam's our resident cynic. She's a good girl, but she has one nasty temper," he whispered.

"You were on the front page of the newspaper this morning!" exclaimed Gab in a slightly awed voice. Anna groaned.

"Again?" she said incredulously. "Bloody hell that woman needs less free time!" Perry and Sam laughed as Tara spoke up.

"Okay, what are we supposed to be doing anyway?" she asked. Sam rolled her eyes.

"I'm the smart one," she muttered to Anna.

"Wait…am I supposed to look at the crystal ball? Or in it?" asked Gab. Sam gave Anna a look that said quite clearly 'point proven.'

"Okay class, now that you have your groups of six, I want you to pair off within them," shouted Professor Trelawney over the loud socializing of he class. Sam and Tara immediately paired up, leaving Anna stuck with Perry, for she did not want to be paired with either Christian or Gab. After about thirty minutes of pointless crystal ball gazing, Anna and Perry started up a conversation.

"You play Quidditch, right?" asked Perry. Anna mentally smacked herself for not recognizing him before.

"Yeah. Interesting how Flint never lets us learn each others names," she said. Perry laughed.

"Fair point. You had a good game last Saturday against Hufflepuff," he said.

"Thanks," replied Anna. Perry looked at her.

"How come you never talk?" he asked.

"I'm talking now," said Anna. He laughed.

"Fine, be that way. Let's get a move on with predicting each other's deaths and what not," he said. Anna rolled her eyes.

"Not you too. I already have that old bat telling me I should have died fifteen bloody years ago!" said Anna, nodding in Professor Trelawney's direction. Perry smirked.

"Temper temper. You could give Sam a run for her money," he said. Luckily for Anna, class was dismissed at that exact moment. She quickly packed up her books and left for Lunch, not bothering to say goodbye. She wasn't so sure she liked being around those sorts of people. Sure, they seemed nice enough to her, but she's also a Slytherin. Plus, she knew for a fact that the majority of those kid's parents were Death Eaters. The thought of it made her shudder slightly, and she couldn't help but hope that they didn't go the same way. Wait til they hear about me and George she thought with a grimace. As she exited the classroom with a few Ravenclaw girls, Matt caught up with her.

"I see you were socializing with people from your own house today Anna Banana. I'm impressed…" he said. Anna raised her eyebrows at the use of her new nickname.

"Don't let Katie hear that you've given me a pet name! Especially on Valentine's Day…" started Anna, but Matt cut her off.

"Okay, Miss House Unity, whatever you say. Speaking of Valentines, what did you get Ol' Georgie Porgie?" asked Matt. Anna smirked.

"Nothing," she replied, in a tone that informed Matt she did not wish to discuss Valentine's Day any longer.

"Thank God we're off after today. I love Fridays," said Matt. Anna scoffed.

"Lucky you. Flint's making the team come in for mandatory training," she said exasperatedly. Matt looked at her apologetically.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Think you have any chance of making the team that gets to play Durmstrang?" Anna shrugged.

"I hope I do. It'd be cool to play against Viktor Krum. And if Katie gets a Chaser spot, and you get to be Keeper-"

"And Georgie gets to be the other beater, it'd be even greater!" finished Matt in a pathetic imitation of a little girl. Anna glared at him.

"Just go find Katie," she sighed.

"Yes Ma'm," he replied, and trotted off in the direction of the Gryffindor common room. Anna rolled her eyes.

•••

That evening as Anna walked down to Quidditch practice, Sam caught up with her.

"Quidditch gotcha down?" asked Sam. Anna grimaced and nodded.

"Hah, I'd give anything to play again this year. I broke my arm four times last year though, and Madam Pomfrey won't let me play. So you replaced me," she said.

"Sorry about that," said Anna.

"Nah, don't be. You're ten times as good a beater as I ever was," Sam said. Anna raised her eyebrows. Sam looked at her quizzically.

"You don't talk much do you?" she asked.

"Well every time I do talk, whatever I say gets published on The Daily Prophet's front page," Anna replied. Sam nodded.

"Rita Skeeter's awful. Don't blame Gab for calling you out on that earlier, though. She's a bit…dim," said Sam. Anna scoffed.

"You don't say?" asked Anna sarcastically. Sam grinned.

"Just forget her. And Christian too. Stupid little spiky-haired git," she muttered. Suddenly she smirked.

"So are you and Perry friends?" she asked in a would-be-casual voice.

"I guess. I've never talked to him before today though. Why do you ask?" replied Anna.

"Oh just wondering…" Sam replied dreamily. "You two seemed to hit it off, you should go out." Anna laughed.

"Not really, I have a boyfriend," she said before she could stop herself. Sam stopped walking.

"OOOhhhhh who?!?!" she asked excitedly. Anna looked away.

"Um…no one, he doesn't matter-" started Anna, but Sam cut her off by placing a hand over her mouth.

"Does he play Quidditch?" she asked. Anna nodded; Sam's hand was still covering her mouth.

"Is he a Slytherin?" asked Sam. Anna took her chances and shook her head. Sam dropped her hand.

"Oh. My. God. I know who it is!" she exclaimed. Anna froze. How the bloody hell does she know already? It could be anyone for all she knows! Unless she's seen us… thought Anna worriedly.

"You're going out with that Matt Kelley bloke from Ravenclaw!" Sam exclaimed. Anna nearly fainted.

"Um…no you got it all wrong-" she started, but Sam cut her off again. Anna was slightly alarmed to see that she was smirking.

"Oh come on! I saw you two leave divination together! And he called you Anna Banana! There's nothing like corny nicknames to top off a romance! Listen Anna, I won't tell anyone, but I know Gab saw you and Matt together and you better watch out for Rita Skeeter's next article!" Sam exclaimed. Anna grimaced.

Damn. I'm done for. She thought.

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Poor Anna. She's dating George, but everyone thinks she's dating Harry, and now Sam and Gab think she's dating Matt…oh George and Katie are both gonna love this! I feel evil right now. I'm so hyper. But anyway, special surprise to the reviewer who guesses which one of Anna's new 'friends ' is me!

[I don't know what the surprise is yet though