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Chapter Ten

"It's a beautiful lovely April afternoon on this here quidditch pitch. The sun is shining, the grass is green, and Gryffindor is winning the game for the glorious quidditch cup!"

The sky was freckled with members of Gryffindor and Slytherins quidditch teams soaring through the skies with fans, teachers, and announcer Lee Jordan cheering them on.

"It's 40-30 Gryffindor right now and OOH! Nice save by beater George Weasley who just blocked a bludger from attacking fourth year chaser Katie Bell, who is looking very lovely today, and everyday I see her wonderful—"

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall shouted.

"Sorry, Professor," Lee quietly muttered into the microphone. He saw an image in the sky of someone falling. "Wait a minute, someone's falling! If I'm correct it's the Gryffindor chaser Angelina Johnson!"

Angelina was flailing around in the sky, desperately looking for someone, or something, to break her fall. She looked over at team members rushing over to her, while Oliver was with a crowd of Gryffindors taking pictures on his broom.

She looked down below her.

Angelina was merely feet above the ground as the air was too pressured against her face for her to scream.

She shut her eyes….

SWOOSH!!!

"GREAT save by Fred Weasley!" Lee shouted as the crowd cheered.

Fred and Angelina were now riding in the broom, Angelina in Fred's arms as they flew to the ground. In one swift motion, Fred removed the broom and put Angelina back in his arms, she was faint.

"What just happened?" She wearily asked.

"Angie, you fell, but it's all right. I got you, now you're safe." Fred smiled at her.

"Oh Fred" she smiled at him. Angelina began to close her eyes and leaned in. Fred grinned and closed his eyes, to pucker up and hear.

"FRED!"

"What?" Fred asked groggily from his pillow. He peeked from his pillow and looked around. He was in the dormitory, and his twin brother and Lee were both hovering over him, hitting him with pillows.

It was all just a dream.

As soon as Fred spoke the two abruptly stopped hitting him.

"Morning mate" Lee smiled down to him and patted him on the cheek.

"What in the bloody hell are you two blokes doing standin' over my bed?" Fred asked. He looked at his clock on the nightstand.

"It's 8 in the morning!"

"But isn't waking up this early worth seeing Lee and I's beautiful faces?" George grinned. Fred glared at him and put his blanket over his head.

"I'm going back to bed."

"Well, if you want to be off the team then okay…" George trailed off, not moving. Fred pulled the covers down so he could see him.

"Big head never let's us have a day off does he?" Fred asked.

Of course, the 'Big head' that Fred was referring to was the ever so strenuous, but overly dedicated quidditch captain Oliver Wood. It was no big surprise that Wood had woken the whole entire quidditch team up to practice early; he'd even made the twins practice on their 16th birthday earlier that month. It was crunch time: less than a week until the House Cup game against Slytherin, and since Oliver was graduating he wanted the moment to be perfect.

Fred, George and Lee went downstairs to the common room. Fred hid himself in sunglasses and groaned as if he'd just gone through a heavy night of drinking.

"So have you—"Fred started, but as soon as they went downstairs, George and Lee were bombarded with their girlfriends' hugs and kisses. Fred sighed and flopped on the nearest couch.

Since that previous November when the group had all decided to head over to Hogsmeade with dates, things had changed up a bit. Sure, Alicia and George were still dating, but now Katie had surprisingly agreed to be Lee's girlfriend after a month of dates.

Fred wasn't bitter about his friends' happiness; after all he got to spend time with them. After all he was seeing someone. It was one friend in particular that he had no time to spend with anymore since she started spending time with a big headed, arrogant git.

"Looks like someone woke up a little late." Alicia said in a sing song voice, looking up at the stairs from the girls' dormitory. Fred turned around and saw his best girl mate of a few years, before he could utter any words to her he heard behind him.

"Angelina!"

Angelina's face lit up as she walked over to Oliver. They hugged and Oliver kissed her softly as Fred leered from his sunglasses.

Angelina and Oliver had been dating since that November Hogsmeade day. They'd seemed incredibly happy with each other and now Angelina had barely any time for her other friends. All Oliver would do is parade her around with his older, seventh year friends which really ticked Fred off.

During busy days in the common room, he'd often watch them, pretending to do homework while George was with Alicia or brainstorm new ideas for the twins budding business. It would always be the same; Oliver would be crowded around his friends with Angelina on his side looking around the crowd for someone to talk to while Oliver would sometimes blow her off for his friends. Whenever Angelina would go around to seeing Fred, he would just put his head in his books or hide.

Angelina had broken away from their kisses, giggling wildly and looking around the room.

"Oh" she said finally noticing everyone else. "Good morning, everybody"

"Morning team" Oliver had looked around and smiled at everyone, he moved to the couch across from Fred, sitting Angelina down and whispering in her ear. She giggled causing Fred to be green with envy. He'd always felt no problems with making his fellow classmates laugh, but when it came to Angelina, he felt compelled to make her laugh harder than Oliver did.

"What's so funny over there?" George asked, giving Alicia a hug and a kiss.

"Did Oliver tell you the size of his head?" Fred asked. He got up from the couch and knocked the top of Oliver's head. Angelina giggled and smiled at Fred.

"Hi Angie." He said to her, hugging her. Oliver leered up at him, giving him the elevator eyes as he looked him up and down.

"Oliver" Fred looked down at him.

Oliver looked at the giggling Angelina and forced a laugh. "Don't touch the hair, Weasley."

"Oh, right. Trying to make it perfect for the glory shot?" Fred asked him.

"The what?" Oliver asked looking up from the couch.

"For when we win the house cup of course against those bloody Slytherins!" George said.

"Well, I wouldn't go as far as to saying that. We still do need a bit of practice done." Angelina said.

Fred squeezed in next to her on the loveseat, much to Oliver's obvious dismay.

"Oh and you could do better as captain, Angie?"

Angelina looked at the two of them and giggled bashfully.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. Oliver's a great captain. He's got great ideas, plans and a great broomstick."

"Oh, I'll bet that." Fred muttered. Angelina jabbed him and they both laughed. Oliver looked over at the two. He hated it when Fred tried to butt in on him and Angelina's moments together, he'd caused this glisten in her eye that Oliver had never been able to get out of her. Oliver quickly took Angelina's hand and got up.

"Well, we'll be heading off to the pitch."

Angelina looked surprised. "I thought we weren't going to leave for another ten minutes."

"I changed my mind, Angie, let's go, Harry's waiting for us anyway." Oliver grabbed her hand as they left out of the door.

"Oh. Well, I'll see you all out on the field." She waved at everyone including Fred, who as soon as they left took out his wand and started levitating a feather that he'd found on the table.

"The moment Angie and I get to laughing, that git Wood's always got to take her to play more quidditch. It's like she's his pet rat or something and he's training her to do quidditch. It's all they ever do." Fred ranted. He pointed the wand at the feather, causing it to explode.

"Miss her Fred?" Lee grinned.

"Oh shut up" Fred laid down on the loveseat.

"Why are you so defensive? Don't you have a girlfriend?" Katie asked him.

Fred ignored the question as he began to take a quick nap before heading outside to practice.

Can you dance like a hippogriff, ma ma ma, ma ma ma, ma ma ma?

Flying off from a cliff, ma ma ma, ma ma ma, ma ma ma.

Fred was singing obnoxiously in the shower his favorite tune from the Weird Sisters, getting every inch of sweat off his body. It was around lunch time and he was starving, so he rushed out of the shower after 10 minutes in it.

He quickly changed and grabbed for his bag as he heard Oliver's voice talking to Angelina around the corner.

"I'm going to stay here for a bit and shower or something." Angelina told him.

"Can I come?" Oliver asked in a deep voice, coming up close to Angelina. Fred gagged loudly.

Angelina giggled. "No, I think I'll take this one by myself." She kissed Oliver goodbye as he walked out of the locker room. Angelina then laughed and said "I know you're there Fred."

Fred sighed and laughed as he turned the corner.

"How'd you know Angie?"

"I could hear you gagging, of course." Angelina hit Fred with a towel across the chest.

"I oughta do the same to you right now.' Fred grinned, holding his towel.

Angelina grinned; she could always handle Fred's immature, somewhat dirty yet funny jokes. If she told Oliver, though, it would be a one way ticket to a fight.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" She asked,

"Shouldn't you be taking a shower or whatever it is you blew off Oliver for?" Fred smiled at her.

"Fred, I didn't blow Oliver off, however there is a reason why I'm here. I've been looking for you!"

"Really? Little old, dashing, handsome me?"

Angelina laughed. "Sure, but I have something for you." Angelina bent down to her locker to reach, as her bum was poking out of her light blue shorts that she wore under her uniform. Fred couldn't resist but look over.

"Bloody hell"Fred muttered to himself.

"I know what you're thinking and quit staring." Angelina said from the locker, although she couldn't help but grin when Fred gave her attention.

She had gotten up from her locker, hiding something behind her back. Fred noticed it and looked over.

"What's that Angie?"

"Well I know with all of the fuss about the house cup going on, I sort of—"

"Forgot my birthday?"

"No! I didn't forget, I just—"

"Didn't mention it all day because you were busy snogging Oliver?"

Angelina looked down. "Sorry"

"Nah, its fine Angie. I know how busy you are these days! But what did ya get me?"

Angelina gave him his present, covered in a rectangular red box. Fred quickly opened it.

"Hogwarts: A History?" Fred said displeased, but forced a smile looking at Angelina.

Angelina laughed at him. "Look inside, silly. I got it especially for you and George."

Fred opened the book and saw assorted candies and treats.

"I know how you two are trying to start a business, so I thought maybe these candies would help you start off?

"Wow, thanks Angie!" Fred excitedly said.

"You're welcome" Angelina grinned confidently, glad that her present was a hit. Fred wrapped his arms around her as they stayed in a hug for a few moments.

"So…" Angelina trailed off. "How are things with whats-her-face?"

Fred let out an exasperated sigh. The 'whats-her-face' Angelina was talking about was his on and off 'thing' with Megan Jones, a fourth year Hufflepuff.

"Okay I guess, she's an alright girl." Fred said quickly.

"Just alright" Angelina asked. She wanted to hear more about this girl. "Last time I saw you two you were all hot and heavy at Hogsmeade?"

Fred gulped, remembering the day at the Three Broomsticks where they had had a bit too much butterbeer. "You saw that?"

"Trust me I saw everything I didn't want to see." Angelina said, in reality that kiss made her sick to her stomach.

"What's it to you anyway, I see you and Oliver sucking each other's mouths all the time." Fred said grinning, knowing he'd set Angelina off.

"Oh, please Fred! At least I'm not a slut who gets with any girl that they see!" Angelina said to Fred, laughing.

"I'm not a slut… I just haven't found the right girl I guess." Fred paused. "I mean, she's nice and everything but she's not 'my life mate' or something like that."

Angelina sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever Fred"

"Lina"

Angelina quickly looked up. Oliver stood in the doorway confused as to why the two were talking for such a long time.

"Hi Oliver I was just leaving, I just needed to give Fred over here something." Angelina rushed all of her words, quickly gathering her things and joining Oliver.

"Bye Fred!"

"Thanks Angie!"

Angelina smiled at him as she left for the door as Oliver leered at him angrily. Fred stared back down at the gift, smiling at it in awe. Although Fred and George had as many candies as they did siblings, he'd figured that Angelina's was special and far different from the rest. He'd truly appreciated the gift she had given him.

"Lina, what were you doing back there with Weasley?" Oliver asked her, as they walked to the castle.

Shit, here it goes…Angelina thought in her head. She knew how Oliver hated her talking to any boys, so she tried to avoid that conversation as much as possible.

"Lina"

"Oh" Angelina pretended to be inattentive. "I was just giving Fred something…"

"Giving him what?"

"Well, earlier this month was his and George's birthday and I missed it so I gave him a present—"

"You gave him a present?! Angelina do you know how obvious it is that Fred fancies you? Now you're encouraging it by giving him gifts!"

"It was also for George!" Angelina defended herself.

Oliver looked away. "I don't like those Weasley boys."

Angelina laughed. "Come on Oliver, they're just my friends! They're nice people and besides"

Angelina took Oliver's hands. "I like you. Not either of them, okay?"

Oliver looked away again before quietly uttering "Okay" Angelina smiled and then took him in for a kiss.

"Gross, Angie, get a room!" Fred walked by and laughed; Angelina lit up and looked back at him until Oliver swooped her down for a big kiss.

Fred began to gag again, and left the scene.