Chapter Six

After dinner, which was a filling and hearty turkey with loads of stuffing, Oliver had gone out of his way to remind everyone on the quidditch team that they had practice strictly after dinner. There were mostly groans and sighs (very audible ones from the Weasley twins) but Angelina was excited and eager to play as she always was. For one, she loved to play her favorite sport quidditch, which was her ambition in life, and also because she had a crush on her seventh year quidditch captain, Oliver Wood, who just might like her too.

Fred, George, Alicia and Katie all walked to the field together with no Angelina in sight. Fred looked around at his group of friends and wondered where she was. He casually searched around for her by pretending to look back by swatting invisible flies and dropping his wand.

Katie stopped and looked at him, worried as he frantically swatted another invisible fly, looking behind himself.

"Um, Fred, are you okay?" Katie quietly asked, Fred jumped up and turned around.

"Oh, yes. Er-I-um-er-I saw a bee! Um, have you seen Angelina?" He stammered and slurred out, blushing.

"Hm, beats me. Last time I saw her was when she left dinner with Oliver." Katie told him.

"If all we know she's probably ridin' the bloke's broomstick right now, if you know what I mean!" George joked aloud. The girls laughed, but Fred's stomach churned at the thought of Oliver even touching Angelina.

"That's disgusting." Fred said.

Alicia pointed over at the Quidditch field. "Well, it's true."

Fred desperately sprinted for the quidditch field, as Alicia looked at him laughing.

"I swear, you could tell that boy anything about Angelina and Oliver and he'd go mad!"

When Fred made his way to the quidditch field he heard laughing. He looked around the field and had seen that nobody was there.

"FRED LOOK OUT!" He'd recognize Angelina's voice anywhere.

SWOOSH!

Fred was nearly knocked over on the ground by Oliver's broomstick, that he was riding himself. He looked up, and saw Angelina and Oliver riding broomsticks together in the sky; she'd quickly landed her broom and ran over to him.

"Fred, are you okay?" She asked worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He muttered. It all seemed to happen so fast.

"Good" She smiled at him, and rubbed his back. It felt good to him. Then, Angelina saw that everyone was on the field and was trickled with a pine of embarrassment for being on the field so early. She giggled and looked over at Oliver, who Fred didn't notice had appeared. She'd quickly let go of Fred and walked over to Oliver, giving him a hug. Fred was reeling.

"Aww, look at her." Katie cooed. "She's never seemed so happy!"

"Please! It's a Twigger 90. Why wouldn't she be happy riding that fancy broomstick?" Fred spat out.

Angelina ran over to her Alicia and Katie and began giggling and talking.

"What's so great about Wood anyway?" Fred said, glaring over at the girls.

"He's even got Alicia talking about him!" George said.

"What's so great about him although he's rich—"Fred pondered.

"He's attractive, he's conceited—"George added.

"He's very conceited." Fred said.

"And he's a terrific quidditch player." George added.

"Hm, maybe girls like that sort of thing." Fred thought.

"But it just doesn't seem right." The twins said in unison, pondering.

"Alright, team!" Oliver shouted behind them. "Time to get in uniform, so go hit the showers!"

Fred quickly tried to catch up to Angelina, as they quickly greeted each other again.

"Oh, and Angie," Oliver called back at her. "Nice riding with you today." He smiled.

Angelina smiled and then walked with Fred to the dressing rooms. Fred was furious. Only he could call Angelina 'Angie'. Why was Oliver calling her, Fred's special nickname anyway?

When they got into the dressing rooms, since there was no room for different sex dressing rooms, it had to be co-ed, while girls stay on one side and boys stay on the other.

While the boys were changing, Fred over heard Angelina talking to the girls.

"He's so CUTE!" Angelina giggled.

"I can't believe he let you ride with him! He hardly lets anyone touch him before a quidditch game." Katie said.

Fred turned the corner and tried to overhear the girls talking and laughing about Oliver, until he heard someone.

"Eavesdropping on the girls I see." Harry, the third year seeker saw. George was with him as he was smiling.

"I—I just wanted to see if they were talking about Oliver." Fred stammered, embarrassed.

Harry and George shrugged and went out to the field. "Lemme know if Alicia is gossiping about Oliver anymore." George said, absentmindedly.

The girls were still giggling and it seemed they were still carrying on about Oliver.

"Well, Angelina we're going out to the field early okay? We'll see you there." Alicia said to her. Fred quickly hid in the bathroom and then went out to the changing rooms again, putting on his pants, but then went to talk to Angelina who hadn't even put on her uniform yet.

"Aww, look at you Angie. You've got your best knickers on for the boy, haven't you?" Fred said to her, leaning on a wall. At first Angelina looked up, alarmed, but noticed it was only Fred and laughed to herself.

"I wouldn't be talking, Mr. Abs, did you just magically add those on for Patricia?" Angelina retorted.

"For your information, I worked on this all summer." Fred said proudly, about his six pack chest.

Angelina laughed to herself. "Fred Weasley? Working? You must be joking! Please tell me what potion you used to make you look like that!" Angelina began laughing to herself, as Fred gave her a teasingly mischievous glare and came closer to her.

Angelina had felt as her heart stopped. "Fred," she asked cautiously. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fred looked at her for another moment and then ran over and snapped Angelina's pink bra straps, laughing to himself.

"Fred Weasley!" Angelina gasped and squealed at the same time. While Fred was laughing she thought it was a perfect time for her to drop Fred's quidditch pants and they both fell to the ground laughing very hard at each other.

Fred gazed at her. Although they were only mates, he couldn't resist a girl's body. It was very athletic, no doubt, with a bit of muscle in her arms and on her stomach. There was no denying she had a great ass, and Fred often caught himself looking at it when they were changing. Her breasts were the perfect color of coffee brown, and it looked like they were almost falling out of her pink bra.

"What are you staring at?" Angelina asked, she had suddenly stopped giggling.

"Nothing." Fred grinned, with another mischievous grin.

"It better be nothing, Weasley, or I'd have to kick your ass." Angelina grinned. They both got dressed in their uniforms and went out on the field together.

"Okay team, now that everyone is on the field let's do some drills." Oliver shouted to the team.

As practice heated up, Fred and George were beating bludgers everywhere in sight. Harry was in his own world revolving himself and the golden snitch. While the chasers, Katie, Alicia and Angelina were working with Oliver.

"Wait, Angelina, why did it take so long for you and Weasley back there?" Oliver asked, whispering.

Angelina giggled, remembering the event and especially Fred's abs. "Oh, it's nothing. We were just talking."

Oliver chuckled. "Well, if I didn't know any better I'd think you two fancied each other or something." He said, examining her broom.

Angelina laughed. "No! Oliver, he's just my best guy mate! Nothing would ever go on between us!"

Oliver seemed relieve. "Oh!" He smiled. "Well, in that case would you like to accompany me at Hogsmeade next weekend?"

Angelina suddenly forgot about Fred's abs.

"I'd love to!" She giggled, blushing. Oliver and Angelina smiled at each other for a moment, while Fred was looking over head.

"Alright, now, back to business." Oliver said. His face was now serious as Angelina's quickly mimicked. She loved how he had the same passion for quidditch. "You three will be passing around the quaffle as I'm in the goal hoop, we'll be practicing together today, alright? Your goal today is to try to make a maneuver to help you get past the opposing team's keeper."

"Right" She nodded. They were on their way up with the other members of the team. Fred looked on, seeming jealous.

"There's Angie and Wood again, flirting." Fred said, as if it was no big thing.

"Isn't this your 10th time, mentioning this today, brother? If I didn't know any better I'd think you fancied her." George told him, beating a bludger.

"I don't! She's—"Fred cried out.

"Just my mate" George said along with him. "You say that all the time."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's not true." Fred retorted back.

"Then why do you care so much if she dates Oliver Wood?" George asked.

"Because," he stated. "He's just not right for her. He's not right for anyone." He looked at him, hitting a bludger.

"You didn't care about his last girlfriend, Abigail." George told him hitting a bludger.

"So? It was her choice. I think Angie's being sucked him by his pathetic charm." Fred said, hitting another bludger.

"Okay, brother. But if you did like her, then I would suggest you do something about it quick. Because I heard that he's asking her out to Hogsmeade next weekend." George told him, grinning. Fred stopped, and suddenly he felt strange.

He looked over at Oliver practicing with the girls, and Angelina laughing and smiling. Oliver was flying his broom over to Angelina, and gave her a high five, as their hands didn't let go of each other.

CLUNK!

"Oh my God, Fred and George what did you do?!"

"Is he going to be okay?!"

"It was all him, I swear."

"What just happened?!"

In a few seconds, Oliver was lying flat on the ground with a big red mark on his forehead from a bludger.

Everyone had frozen. The chaser girls had gasped and screamed. Harry halted as the golden snitched swooped right past him, without notice. The twins started laughing, as Fred rode over.

"I'm sorry about that Oliver. I didn't see you there. Do you need to go to the wing or anything?" Fred kept going on and on, but laughing.

"No, I'm fine. It's better than my first game. I still don't remember what happened. Alright, everyone! Get back to quidditch!" Oliver yelled at the team, clutching his back, and suddenly they were back to practicing while Angelina stayed down on the ground to tend to Oliver.

When practice was over, and everyone was changed, Fred stayed after to talk to Oliver.

"Sorry about earlier, Oliver. When I hit that bludger, I just felt something inside me, charging me up to play the game." Fred said, smiling.

"I know, why." Oliver chuckled. "Are you upset, I'm taking Angelina to Hogsmeade next weekend?"

"You are?" Fred asked almost shocked, although he kind of knew.

Oliver laughed. "Yeah. Let's cut to the chase Weasley: Angelina? I really like her, and if it wasn't for Angelina convincing me otherwise, I'd think you liked her as well. But since she told me you don't, I'm just going to believe her. But just know something Weasley:" Oliver went close to Fred and pointed in his face.

"Keep feelings outside of the quidditch field. And if you're smart, away from Angelina." Oliver said.

Fred laughed. "Are you trying to catch up on your snogging practice or something? All that quidditch has put your game off? Why are you standing so close to me, eh?"

Oliver chuckled, shook his head and walked away as the two got dressed as if nothing had happened. Oliver had walked away assuming that he had won the fight, however for Fred it was just beginning.

When Fred left the changing room, he saw Oliver talking with Angelina, hugging her and laughing. He was about to walk over until he accidentally bumped into somebody.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you---"Fred looked.

It was Patricia Stimpson and then all of Fred's thoughts on defeating Oliver had seemed to disappear.