HI! I know it's been almost a month since I've updated, but I wanted to make sure this chapter was as close to perfection as it could ever get, haha. That's hard for me, being a perfectionist. XD Tis a burden and a curse.

Soundtrack for this chapter:
"Misery Business" - Paramore; "'The Take Over, The Breaks Over'" - Fall Out Boy; "Let This Go" - Paramore; "Believe Me, I'm Lying" - Forever the Sickest Kids; "The Last Song" - The All-American Rejects; "Lost" - Katy Perry; "Vegas Skies" - The Cab; "All Time Lows" - Hellogoodbye; "The Boys Are Too Refined" - The Hush Sound.

Misery Business.

Chapter Four: We Don't Fight Fair.

Even though I hated to admit it, Alicia was actually a genius. Ever since our display at breakfast, Fred had been glancing at me all day, an odd look on his face. It was almost as if he was seeing me for the first time, in a new light.

I was floating along in a happy daze for most of the day, grinning and laughing, especially when I knew he was in the room. Around the middle of the afternoon, however, when I glanced over in Fred's direction to see if he was looking, I was dismayed to see that he had disappeared. George and Lee sat playing Exploding Snap, but Fred was nowhere to be seen.

I huffed angrily, surveying the common room. Where the hell had he gone?

Alicia, sitting next to me, looked up from her Transfiguration homework. "What's up, Ange?"

"Fred's gone," I answered curtly, still surveying the room. He was truly nowhere to be seen.

"HE'S WHAT?!" Alicia's shrill yell made the common room go quiet, everyone looking at the two of us. She turned to glare at George and Lee. "You two, outside, now." She turned to me and Katie, who had been brought up to speed on everything that was going on. "You two better come as well," she snarled.

I glanced at Katie, who gulped. Alicia was absolutely livid. This was not a good sign by any means. Hesitantly, I stood up, pulling Katie with me.

A rather small first year sat nearby gawping. "What are you looking at?" Alicia snarled as we passed him on our way to the portrait hole. He cowered in fear, as he should. Angry Alicia was very dangerous, indeed.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED?" Alicia screamed as soon as the Fat Lady swung shut behind us. "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FUGGING WATCHING HIM!" She pointed her finger and George and Lee incriminatingly.

Lee raised his hands defensively. "Calm down, Alicia! He told us he had to step out for a bit, so we figured that meant he had to use the loo or something!"

She narrowed her eyes. "And how long ago was that, exactly?"

He rolled his eyes into his head, counting on his fingers and mouthing the numbers. "Umm... I'm not... entirely sure?"

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Great. He could be fugging anywhere. Great going, George, Lee. You two can share the Douchebag of the Year Award."

"Hey!"

"Leesh, that was low!"

"SHUT THE FUG UP!"

"... Yes, ma'am."

"Now," she said, taking a deep breath in, "We need to find him, obviously. So we're going to spread out."

Lee raised his hand. Alicia eyed him distastefully. "Yes, Douchebag number one?"

He rolled his eyes. "Umm, what if he's with... y'know... Chloe? We can't just, like, barge in, Leesh."

She raised her eyebrows indignantly. "Oh, we can. And we will."

George gulped. "Umm, I'll search all the loos, okay?"

Alicia shook her head. "You and I both know that he's not in the loos, George. Man up, won't you? Now, he and Miss Priss are off somewhere, and it's our job to find them and disengage their plan of action."

"Actually, I don't think it's a plan, I think it's more of just an action..."

"Katie, did I ask you?"

"Well, no, but--"

"Zip it!"

Katie's lips clamped together in a thin line, her fear evident on her face.

I rolled my eyes and turned to Alicia. "Leesh, that is seriously a bad idea."

Alicia put her hands on her hips condescendingly. "Angie, we have to separate them as much as possible. How can you win him over if he's sucking face with that bitch? Pardon my French."

I threw my arms into the air, sighing exasperatedly. "There really is no arguing with you, is there?"

She grinned evilly at me. "No frigging way."

I sighed in defeat. "What do you want me to do?"

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"I can't believe we let Leesh talk us into this," Lee grumbled as we made our way down to the dungeons. "This is seriously bogus."

"I know," I answered, peering cautiously into an empty storage closet. "And she gets to fugging stay in the common room to 'keep an eye out in case he comes back'? That is so not cool."

"You're telling me," he muttered.

We ventured a little further down the dark hallway. "Lumos," I muttered, pointing my now-lit wand in front of me. The passageway in front of us was dark, grimy, and empty. Not even a stray rat scuttled by.

Lee sighed beside me. "They're not down here, Ange. Let's check the library."

"Good idea."

I turned around—and walked right into Snape.

"On a little sight-seeing tour, are we, Johnson? Jordan?" he sneered, grease practically dripping off his hair.

"N-Not exactly," I said, attempting to side-step him. Bad idea, on my part. He quickly stepped in front of me.

"Might I ask what—exactly—are you doing?" His dark black eyes bored into my skulls. I shivered. His eyes reminded of me of cold, endless tunnels.

"We were, uh... lost," Lee said, looking down at his feet.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Two sixth-year honor students got lost, did they?"

"Yeah, well, you know," Lee added hastily. "The staircases change, and the pictures move around, and it's all so confusing..." He trailed off when he saw the pain on my face. He was digging us a deeper hole by the second. I silently willed him to shut up, shut up, shut up!

Snape turned to me. "So, Johnson, you and Jordan got lost and ended up here in the dungeons?" I could hear the skepticism in his voice, but I choice to ignore it.

"Yes, sir," I said. I decided that I should probably stick with Lee's story, no matter how stupid it sounded.

"So where were you heading before you got... 'lost'?"

Oh crap. "We were... uh... headed to the... the... the library!" I exclaimed. Lee sighed in relief.

"Yeah, the library, exactly!" he said excitedly, almost jumping up and down. "We have a huge Charms paper, Professor, and we were heading to the library to work on it!"

Snape glared at both of us, disbelief clear in his features. "I don't know what you two are up to, but I plan to find out," he snarled. "I suggest you head back to your common room—and don't let me catch you down here again!" With that, he turned and stormed away, his cloak billowing out behind him.

Lee and I looked at each other, our eyes wide.

"To the library?" Lee suggested.

"The library," I answered weakly.

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We arrived, panting, at the library ten minutes later.

"See him... anywhere?" I wheezed, buckling over. Was it really necessary for us to run that fast?

"Uh..."

"Lee, what is it?" I asked at his tone. "Is it Snape?"

He shook his head, staring at something behind me.

"Bloody hell, Lee," I muttered, turning around to see for myself. I immediately wished that I hadn't. Fred and Chloe were sitting at a table, pretty much eating each other's faces off.

"Oh," I said softly, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. I could feel Lee staring at me, but I tried to ignore his prying eyes. I tried to look away from the disturbing and heartbreaking scene in front of me, but somehow I couldn't. "We should... we should probably get him, yeah?" I took a step forward, but Lee grabbed my arm.

"I'll get him, Ange," he said. I tore my eyes away from Fred and Miss Priss to look at Lee.

"Thanks," I whispered, taking a couple steps back and sitting down in a chair. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to calm myself down.

I couldn't look over at Fred and Chloe as Lee approached them, but I could listen.

"Erm, Fred? ... Fred? OI! FRED!"

I almost chuckled. It was a miracle Madame Pince wasn't already upon them.

"What the hell do you want, Lee?" Oh, God, Fred was angry. I winced.

"George wants to see you about some... er... business matters."

"Can't it wait?"

"Sorry, no. He said it was urgent. Something about McGonagall possibly shutting you down?"

"What! That-That's outrageous! She can't do that! It was Hermione, wasn't it? Knew she'd turn us in, when I get a hold of her—"

"He didn't say, he just said he needs to see you."

"But Freddie," a whiny girl voice said. (Chloe's, naturally.) "You promised that we'd have today all to ourselves!"

"Well, promises are made to be broken, yeah? Catch you letter, babe. I've got to take care of this."

I heard him kiss her goodbye, and their footsteps as they came over to me.

"Hey, Angie."

"Hi," I muttered, still trying to hold back tears.

"Hey," Fred said, leaning down to my level. "What's wrong, hmm?"

I shrugged. "Just don't feel up to par, I guess."

He took my elbow to help me up out of the chair. "Yeah, I think those eggs were a little under-cooked this morning, myself."

I didn't even attempt to smile at any of his jokes on our way up to the common room. As soon as we were through the portrait-hole, I headed up to our dormitory without another word to either Fred or Lee.

On my way up, I heard Fred ask, "Is there something else bothering Ange? She seemed fine this morning."

Lee said he didn't know, and then I was in the door. Alicia was waiting for me.

"Did you find him?" she asked eagerly.

I nodded, crawling into bed, still fully clothed.

"Oh," she said softly. "That bad, huh?"

I didn't answer. The last thing I wanted to do was to talk about Chloe Walker. What did he see in her, anyway?

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