I don't own anything Harry Potter. I basically mingled my life and crazy thoughts with the characters and settings of JKR. Upload is weird. Spacing doesn't work like I want it too. Doesn't look very clean. Try to enjoy anyway?

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I'm going through all the fucking senses and yet none of this makes any damn sense.

It's kinda late to get cold feet, right? Like, the science has become an art, and Fred and I have done some things that friends just don't do. Oh, well, I might have to call it quits. You see….

I hate that pompous, egotistical, manure-eating, vag-hunting, immature, stupid little ginger's guts with a passion that burns with the flames of a thousand infernos.

Yeah, that sounds about right.

When the fuck did you even have to charm boys into paying attention to you? Why the fuck?!! Guys should chase girls, not otherwise. How did I let my friends rope me into this. Oh you want to know why I'm angry. Haha. I don't want to bog you down with details but… I think I will anyway.

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Fred and I made out.

OMGWTFLOL!! (A/N:jk, silly. Wizards don't text.)

Hypothetically, let's say you made out with your best friend and then he went and told his bros that he was the man. Would you be happy? Okay. Seriously, now. Here's the story.

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"Liss, Kates, I'm walking. You coming?" I shouted from the end of the stairs.

"No, Angie. Gotta work on spells!" replied Katie, less than excitedly.

"Can't Ang. Gotta work on George," replied Alicia, very excitedly.

"Liss, you whore! Be like Kates and keep to your studies," I shouted jokingly. "I'll see you girls later!"

I needed a walk alone anyway. It was time to clear my head you know. And besides. I look fantastic in a workout suit.

I buzzed through my worries and concerns, how things were at home with my brother and parents, my schoolwork, my future, everything but my main problem: dealing with Fred. But I ran out of thoughts. I suppose I'm not too good at keeping myself distracted.

And well he popped out of nowhere as I walked by like.

You know who.

No, not You-Know-Who. That's dumb.

Fred.

How does he find me?!

"Angieee. I miss you, baby," he said with his pouty lips.

"Bullshit. What do you want from me, Freddikins?" I asked.

"Mm, you look fantastic in a workout suit," he said.

Could he try to keep it in his pants as I got my morning walk?

"You wanna sit?" Fred asked. I went for it. We talked.

"Ange. I'm done being a womanizer," said Fred. "Seriously. I always end up with a broken heart. It's a terrible system."

"Oh, is that why you stopped to talk. To tell me you're going to change? Why do I need to know this?" I asked.

It took me completely by surprise when he kissed me.

"Why?" I asked when he pulled away.

"Why what?" He replied. And kissed me again.

A billion thoughts were going through my head.

This makes no sense, this makes no sense. I've always wanted this to happen. This is so so so weird. What does he mean 'he's done being a womanizer'. What the fuck is this? His lips are so soft. This is pretty stupid. How long are we going to do this. I wonder if this going to be a habitual thing.

Okay, not a million thoughts. But way too many.

And then he pulled away.

"Angie, I'm sorry." He kissed me one more time and then ran away.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

I'll let you all know when my life starts making sense.

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"You made out with Fred?! Holy hell," squealed Kates.

"I'm happy for you, Ang, but that screws up the plan. We've only done three senses out of five. You can't just start dating him in the middle," complained Liss.

"Guys. Don't be happy for me. That's the problem. We're not dating. He's probably going to pretend this never happened. Aren't you listening to me? He tells me he won't womanize any longer, makes out with me, then runs away. How can I enjoy this? It's all wrong!" I ranted.

This really isn't the way I imagined it. But it gets worse.

"You hooked up with Ang? Dude. How was it?"

"Not bad, bro. We didn't do much, though. Only first base. I haven't been living up to my old expectations."

"Still, man. You've proven that you can have any girl you want. Angie's a tough shell to crack. You're lucky you didn't get kicked in the balls for trying!"

"Haha. We'll see what happens next time she comes along."

Note to all men everywhere. Don't ever talk loudly about a girl in an open hallway with your "bros". That's really just stupid. Someone around will hear. And they will let her know. And she will not be happy.

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You know what's worse than making out with a guy and having him run away and brag to all his pals.

When he's your bull-shit spouting best friend. That sucks a bit.

You know what's much better than pouting over it? Checking out the Hufflepuff quidditch team practice. Yeah, they're our competition, but still. The guys are just delicious.