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Chapter Seven

"Patricia!" Fred grinned at her. He looked her up and down. With her hair flowing down her top

"Hi Fred," she grinned back. "I hope you don't mind, but I was watching you play quidditch today." Patricia told him.

"Really," he grinned, putting his arm around her and beginning to walk. He turned around to see Oliver and Angelina still at the field together talking and hugging. He glared at them feverishly.

"How was I?"

"You were great as always." She automatically said. "However, what happened with Oliver Wood?"

Fred turned back at Patricia, and began to laugh, reminiscing on it; Patricia copied him and giggled along. "Well, our winning streak has gone to his head. I thought he needed a good ol' fashioned beating!"

Fred began laughing even louder, turning around every few seconds to see if Angelina and Oliver were watching or could hear them. At first, Patricia just stood there confused, but then began to laugh with him. Her laugh was so high pitched and shrill, it could bring owls, cats, and dogs around them without any charms whatsoever.

Finally, Oliver looked back at them giving them a disgusted glare. He looked back down at Angelina and gave her a hug, rubbing her back and standing there for what seemed like it would be a long while.

Fred, then turned to the still guffawing Patricia, and grasped her in a large hug, rubbing her back as well. Patricia giggled. It was funny in Fred's mind, when he was sorter she'd refused to pay any attention to him, and told Fred to his face that he himself was juvenile and immature. Now that both he and George had gotten growth spurts, he'd seen a lot more attention by girls, and because George had a girlfriend, it was like he was the number one bachelor in Gryffindor.

"Erm-Fred, is this your way of a massage?" Patricia groaned. He was patting her back very firmly and it was beginning to hurt. "It's not working very well."

"Oh" Fred quickly took his hands off her back. "I'm sorry."

A moment of silence occurred abruptly after his apology. Not because Fred or Patricia were both nervous of talking to each other, but neither of them had much to say. They didn't really have much in common, unlike Oliver and Angelina, who seemed to always be chatting away about their obsession with quidditch.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Patricia asked him. Without a second thought he walked behind her, hand in hand, to a mystery place. Fred looked back one more time, and saw Angelina looking at them, with a blank faced glance. He grinned at her and as soon as he turned back around it didn't come off. He liked the feeling of Angelina looking at him with another girl and he'd wondered if she'd felt the same way he always did when Oliver was around.

At first, Fred had no idea where they were headed, until they had halted at the rose gardens. As a souvenir, Fred picked a rose up that he would show to Angelina, and maybe give it to her. He turned around with the rose in hand, as Patricia took it in false awe.

"Is this for me?" She cooed. "Thank you Fred."

"You're welcome?" he questioned, as she was backing him up into a corner.

"Well, here we are." He awkwardly smiled down at her.

"Yes, here we are. Thanks again for the rose, Fred. I know a perfect way how to thank you!" Patricia breathlessly whispered. The look in her eyes gave Fred a hint at what this was.

Patricia then shoved Fred's lips onto her's. Almost baffled by her forwardness, Fred didn't know how to react. It was an awkward and sloppy kiss, but it wasn't half bad. It was definitely something that he could gloat about to Angelina.

Angelina…

Why couldn't he stop thinking about Angelina during his kiss with Patricia? It was something that he had looked forward to since his third year and he'd found himself thinking about one of his best mates. He tried to stop thinking about her, but after five minutes, he noticed he couldn't Patricia had forced Fred's hands on her bum. At first Fred didn't know what she was doing, but then he'd discovered it wasn't too bad as he was getting quite into it. A few minutes later, they had stopped kissing, breathless and Patricia grinning up at Fred, while Fred's heart was racing and then he smiled looking down at Patricia.

"So, what does this mean?" Fred asked her, grinning. Patricia started kissing his neck. Fred went red.

Patricia stopped kissing his neck and then waved her manicured finger, teasingly into his chest.

"It means that you and I are going to Hogsmeade next weekend." Patricia said, grinning. She then kissed Fred on the lips.

"I'll see you around Weasley." She winked at him, as she left him alone in the rose garden. Fred sat for a while wondering if what happened, really did just happen, if he really just kissed the most popular girl in Gryffindor and almost the whole entire time, he had been thinking about another girl.

When Fred got up from the rose garden bench, he quickly walked and slyly moved into the castle. When Filch asked him why he was around school grounds so late he told them doing a session of detention.

He'd then walked up the staircases to Gryffindor tower, moving to the Fat Lady who gave him a strange look.

"Hm, if I were you I would rather stay out here then go in there." The Fat Lady warned him.

"What are you going on about? Just stick to keeping passwords. 'Fortuna major'" Fred recited the password to the Fat Lady, annoyed by her constant talking.

"You're going to need some." The Fat Lady told him, swinging her portrait to let Fred in. (A/n: Fortuna major in Latin means "better luck")

Fred rolled his eyes. "You're a portrait, act like one and don't talk."

He went inside of the common room. He sunk down into an armchair, and just thought about the day. How he was just snogging with Patricia and how Oliver got a nice beating in the head by a bludger. Another thing on his mind was his mate—

"Where have you BEEN?" A familiar voice said. Fred looked up and saw it was Angelina standing over him with a charms book in her hands.

"I'm not that late am I, Angie?" Fred asked her, wearily. Angelina shook her head, scoffed and went to the table to collect her quills and parchment. His heart sank. He'd realized that he'd missed their charms session. Fred quickly got up to her.

"Angie, where do you think you're going?" Fred grinned at her. Angelina gave him a look of anger and hurt and Fred took the smile off his face abruptly.

"I waited for you for twenty minutes, Fred and you didn't show up! Oliver wanted me to join him—"Angelina begun. Fred became mad, the only reason Angelina was upset was because of Oliver. Not because she'd missed him or anything.

"Oliver." Fred said in disgust. "Is that the reason why you're steaming mad?"

"I'm not steaming mad, Fred! It's just when you tell someone that you're going to meet them, usually, you're supposed to meet them! Could you just tell me what kept you so long?" Angelina asked, her brown eyes looking at his hazel eyes. Fred often wondered how he could keep his composure looking at them, he could never lie to Angelina.

"I was out with Patricia Stimpson." Fred's voice lowered. "I'm sorry."

Fred opened his arms for a hug as Angelina pushed them away, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I bet you were talking. You did this again, Fred! I'm sick of you always leaving me for her." Angelina said, upset. She headed upstairs to the girls dormitory before Fred said to her "Well, now you know how I feel!"

Angelina turned around. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You do the same exact thing to me! Whenever I want to talk to you you're always out with that stupid quidditch loving git!" Fred raised his voice a little.

"He is NOT a stupid quidditch loving git Fred! He's someone that I like very much, and if we were friends then you would learn to respect that and not say those things about him!" Angelina raised her's higher.

"You know what?! Same goes to YOU!" Fred marched over to Angelina on the stairs, grabbed her Charms book.

"What are you doing?" Angelina let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm about to study. It is what I was planning to do tonight." Fred sat down at the table, reading the chapter and angrily turning the page with the "A loves O" mark.

"I appreciate that Fred, but that doesn't make me any happier with you right now. So I'm going to bed, you can give me the book back tomorrow morning or something." Fred didn't turn around when Angelina talked to him.

"Goodnight Fred." Angelina sighed again, she moved up the stairs, as Fred turned around to watch her. He didn't know what he should say to make her happy with him again, so he just said the first thing that popped into mind.

"Oy Angie!" He called at her.

She looked at him without a word.

"Come to Hogsmeade with me." Fred simply said. Angelina was somewhat surprised as she folded her arms sternly.

"Why?" Angelina asked him.

"So I can make it up to you of course." He said, walking to the stairs as Angelina met him halfway. "I think we're mad at each other because we never spend time together anymore, so I'm willing to take you while George is with Alicia, and we'll just go with Katie and Lee."

"Hmm" Angelina thought for a moment. She'd really wanted to go with Oliver, but the thought of going to Hogsmeade with Fred did seem very fun. "What about Oliver and Patricia?"

"Oh, they'll get over it. There are plenty more Hogsmeade trips in the year, right?" Fred grinned at her, she cracked a smile back at him.

"So what do you say, Angie?"

"Oh fine. " She told him, with a smile. His whole face brightened up as did Angelina's.

Angelina then moved back downstairs to the couch, as Fred followed. "So what happened with you and Patricia? Did she take you to the rose gardens or something?"

Fred laughed. "I don't kiss and tell." Angelina stopped laughing, and her face looked disgusted with the thought.

"Then I wouldn't really call that a date, Fred, if all you two are doing is slobbering all over each other in the rose gardens." Angelina stared into the fire, putting her best nonchalant I-don't-care face on.

"That's not all we did, Angie. There were one or two words exchanged as well." Fred grinned at Angelina, she looked up and smiled.

"At least I'm not the one riding Wood's broomstick!" Fred laughed to himself. Angelina smiled and playfully punched him.

"Oliver and I are just friends! Although he did ask me to Hogsmeade today…" Angelina thought to herself. She then thought aloud, "I really do fancy Oliver but at the same time, Fred Weasley doing something nice for someone? I have to go with you!" Angelina smiled at Fred as he gave her a rough hug.

"There's my best mate!" Angelina said roughly as Fred put her in a headlock and scrubbed her head playfully.

Fred and Angelina stayed in the common room doing charms assignments, and then talking more about their plans for Hogsmeade. Angelina didn't really know why she said yes and agreed to going with Fred to Hogsmeade. She was really looking forward to spending time with Oliver before he left Hogwarts. But she wondered if reason she was going with her best mate was the real reason. It was a first that he would actually put her first as opposed to Patricia Stimpson, whom he'd been drooling over for a while now. She'd assumed that when this moment happened, where they had kissed, that he wouldn't stop talking about it and would ignore Angelina completely.

Oh well. I guess I was wrong. Angelina thought to herself.

That next morning Fred went over to Patricia in the common room as she was surrounded by a large group of girls.

"Er-Patricia?" He'd asked her, in between the girl's shrilly giggling and "Hi Fred's". Angelina was watching them, nearby.

"Hi Fred, what is it? You know I really enjoyed our date last night!" Patricia eccetuated the 'date' word so all of the girls surrounding her would sigh and groan. Fred had quickly figured out that their 'outing' had gone public.

"Um, yes, so did I. But can we talk in private please?" Fred asked. The girls and Patricia giggled around him again.

"Well, there's nothing you shouldn't be able to say around the girls." Patricia told him, smiling.

"Er, okay then. I'm not going to Hogsmeade with you this weekend. Er-I mean I can't." Fred stammered out, as the girls gathered around him in anticipation, which then led to shock.

"What" Patricia squealed. "That's what you wanted to tell me in front of the girls."

The girls were now snickering and whispering, most likely conspiring on how to get Fred to take them.

"I wanted to talk in private but—"Fred slowly backed away, as Angelina watched with a malicious grin on her face.

"Why?" She pouted.

Fred looked over at Angelina, who then quickly pretended to be in the middle of conversation with Katie, and then smiled at him. Fred laughed at her and smiled back.

"I have to meet a friend and catch up with them." Fred told her. "Sorry." He told her, walking away. Less than a second later he had heard "Oh, KENNETH!" from Patricia.

Fred then went to go catch up with Katie and Angelina, sitting down with them, when Oliver came over to Angelina at the very same time.

"Hi Angelin-" Fred had started, until Oliver had interrupted.

"I'm looking forward to Hogsmeade next weekend, Angie." He smiled at her, then glanced at Fred giving him another malicious smile. Fred wished that smile was covered with another one of those bludgers hit right at him.

"Um, well, about that Oliver, I can't go next weekend." Angelina quietly told him.

"Well, why not Angelina?" Oliver had taken her hands in his, as she smiled back at him. Katie and Fred both gave her a look, as she snapped out of her fantasies of being with Oliver. She took his hands out of his.

"About that, Oliver, I can't go next weekend. I just remembered I had, er, other plans." Angelina told him. Oliver looked upset.

"Oh." He forced a smile. "If I may ask, what's going on?"

"She's going with me." Fred interrupted him and gave him the same malicious smile as he had just done before. Oliver's mouth had gaped open as he began to laugh.

"Seriously, you and Weasley" Oliver had pointed at the two of them.

"But just as friends! So, if you'd want we could spend time together some other time…" Angelina had trailed off and asked him, Fred anticipated his answer, hoping a "No" would be in Angelina's future.

Oliver looked at Fred and Angelina and smiled. "Of course I would, Angie. I'll see you around!"

Fred glared back at Oliver. Although he had planned on 'seeing her around', Fred would try to make sure that Hogsmeade would turn out different than that. He'd thought that inviting Angelina would be the perfect way to stop Oliver from spending too much time with Angelina before his graduation. He didn't know why, maybe it was because he didn't want his best mate getting her heart broken, maybe because he was confronted by Oliver in the dressing rooms, but Fred absolutely would not stand for Angelina and Oliver to be together.

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