K15: So I've finally decided now that Fred has gotten revenge on his brother, I'm going to jump around, since this was supposed to be a set of drabbles and one-shots that weren't meant to follow one set. And it was kinda a spin off of a boy, a girl, and a rat. Which is going to be one of my creations some day.

Fred: Emphasis on someday, trust me I know.

Me: Fred!
Fred: What?

Me: I know I know. Anyway, so I hope you're all doing really well, and keep smiling as usual and um… yeah I guess I'm outta things to randomly say. So these next few chapters have to deal with each other. Enjoy. Later. K15


Disclaimer: I promise you I don't own Harry Potter. He's great, but I could never come up with an idea as great as this one. So I borrow the characters from JK Rowling to play with.

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Fred swallowed another bite of the chicken at dinner. He seriously thought he was going to throw it all up. Not because it was gross, no the chicken was good, it was because he was sick. His normal peach colored face was pale, and you could tell, even around his freckles that spread across his nose and on his cheeks. It was the perfect time to get sick, right before his OWLs.

He bit his tongue and swallowed down his pumpkin juice. Oh Merlin, he thought. Today was the day where all he wanted to do was curl up with a textbook and fall asleep. Of course, it wouldn't be because Fred actually wanted to read the book, no Weasley twin would be caught dead reading a textbook, it was because he wanted something to put him to sleep. And his potions' book seemed to put him asleep.

Standing up he nodded towards George. At least his brother understood where he was going. It didn't take much though, Fred was over working himself with Quidditch, and he personally blamed Wood. He wanted to win the Quidditch cup a second year in a row, so he spent a little more time practicing his swing. He was surprised that it was so close to his OWLs anyway. He mentally counted the days until the stupid test. He then thought of how close him and George were to their seventh year. It was rather frightening to realize that it would be a year and a half until they were basically out and about by themselves.

Out of the corner of his eye, Fred saw Angelina rising. Great, Fred rolled his eyes; all I wanted to do was curl up with my potions' book and fall asleep, he thought.

"Fred?" Angelina called out. Her voice was sickeningly sweet. Honestly, if he weren't afraid of throwing up at the thought of food, the sound of her voice would definitely make him throw up. Fred really wanted to know how Lee could want to date this girl? He felt bad for keeping the relationship going. There was honestly nothing more between them. No more romantic moments, nothing romantic about their personal time together, not even shagging had it romantic moments anymore.

"Yes?" His voice was barely above a whisper. It was breaking, and not because of puberty, it was because of lack of sleep. Anyone else in Hogwarts could tell that he wanted to be left alone, well everyone else, but Angelina Johnson.

"Are you alright?" She asked, putting her arms around his shoulders. He closed his green-blue eyes tightly; he was trying to fight the urge to not only throw up all over his future Quidditch captain, but also to pinch the bridge of his nose. Next time he chose a girlfriend, she was to be significantly shorter than him. "I'm pretty sure I can make you feel better."

"Not tonight," Fred replied. He also made a mental note not to shag his next girlfriend until they were happily married. It seemed that's all Angelina wanted to do any more. It made her seem less attractive than she already was.

Angelina dropped her arms to the side (Thank Merlin, Fred thought.) and took a step back. Maybe now she got the idea that Fred was sick and ready to toss up all of his dinner. "Are you alright?" she asked again. Fred finally opened his eyes and looked down at his currently girlfriend.

They had been dating for what? Two years now? For surely since his third year, since his youngest brother started, so that would of given her knowledge of how Fred felt. At least that's what he had hoped. It looked like he was sadly mistaken.

So Fred did the only thing he had learned from his older brother Charlie, he nodded. He just wanted the girl to leave him alone. He wanted things to go his way, and he wanted to play Quidditch again, and of course, date other women outside of Gryffindor (no, not in Hufflepuff or Slytherin.). He was tired of Angelina holding him down. George had mentioned to his twin on several accounts (more with arguments) that Fred should dump Angelina and possibly go for Alicia. He never did say anything about Katie, but that's because Fred knew that George had had his eyes on that little chaser since her first year at Hogwarts.

In all reality, Fred hoped that this was just the twenty-four hour stomach flu that was going around. He hated to be sick; it seemed to hold him back more. He offered Angelina a smile, at least one he could muster and tried to pass her.

"Are you trying avoiding me?"

"Angie, can I just go to bed? I've got to study for my OWLs," he said, trying to pass her once again. And again she stepped in front of him.

"You've never cared about your OWLs before. You've been working on that joke shop, remember Ton Tongue Toffees?" she reminded him.

Fred sighed; he didn't need this type of remembrance now. He wanted to read to put him to sleep, which seemed the easiest thing to do right now. "Angie, can we talk about this in the morning?"

"Is it another girl?" Angelina continued her on slaughter of questions.

"Angelina, please, just let me get up to the Common Room," Fred was not a beggar, but it wasn't going to stop him now.

"Fredrick, just tell me what's going on?"

"I'm sick."

"Of us?"

"Why do you think this is about our relationship?"

"Because I see the way you look at Katie."

Fred groaned as he placed a hand on his stomach. He bit his bottom lip and tried desperately to swallow the vomit that was about to come up. His eyes glanced around for any place to make himself feel better, and he knew that picking up his girlfriend was out of the question.

"What does," he swallowed again, "Katie have to do with anything?"

"You like her," accused Angelina.

There was only one way to get Angelina to move. It wasn't the best way to do it, but he had to. He would feel horrible in the morning for it, but it wasn't a problem. He had been dying to do this since they had only become lovers, and he wasn't even in love with her any more.

"Angelina, I'm sorry, but we have to go our separate ways. I need you to get out of my face right now." Fred let out an involuntary shiver. "I need my space right now more than anything."

"You're breaking up with me?" she asked, her bottom lip quivering.

"Yes, I know this isn't the best time to…" She hit him hard across the face.

"You arse! You're a prat!" She yelled, a couple students stuck their head out of the Great Hall, Lee and George included, just to see what the commotion was all about. "How dare you play me like that!"

"Angie, just move."

"Do not call me Angie!" Angelina bellowed.

George let out a snicker as Ron and Harry walked up behind him. "What's going on?" Ron asked quietly.

George chuckled again. "Fred's sick, and he just let Angelina go."

"Sick of Angelina?"

"You know that stomach-flu you had yesterday?"

"Yeah?"

"He's the next recipient of this curse."

Harry let out a laugh. "Does she know this?" He knew of Angelina's temper, he had seen her on numerous accounts through the Quaffle at Wood's head when he tried to drill a play into their heads.

"No, I'm afraid she doesn't Harry," Lee answered.

"Angelina, just get out of my way."

"Have I not been good to you?"

"Why does it matter?" Fred seemed to have a lot of energy. "Now I suggest you move before I throw up on you."

"Excuse me?"

George and Ron let out a laugh. This caused Angelina to glare at the two Weasley males. "He's serious."

"Do I make you sick?"

Fred shivered again.

"I make you sick to your stomach?"

"No." He felt it all come up, and this time he wasn't going to hold it down. So, his dinner, as well as breakfast and lunch, landed on her shoes and splattered on her pants.

George and Lee, even Katie and Alicia, couldn't control their laughter as Fred ran off, up to the common room. He needed the sleep that was coming next. He had looked pale all day, and the sight of Angelina's face when his barf landed on her made him lose the rest of the color. She finally leaned her head back and let out a high pitch scream that echoed into the Great Hall and down the corridors of Hogwarts.

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K15: If you can't tell, this is taking place during Hermione's third year. I'm going to have Lupin scene next. I don't know why, but I miss that guy. Um, also this is probably going to be my next mini drabble series. But I'm skipping around years to keep myself happy. Anyway, so don't forget to review. Later. K15

PS- I'm sorry for all those who like Angelina, I mean I like her, but currently I don't… it's one of those days. I'm more hooked onto Katie for the Gryffindor Chasers. But I bash Cho more than I do Angelina. So anyway. Enough babbling.