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wildest dreams
VOLUME II

CHAPTER TEN

Melinda and Pam had gone for a stroll, and Angelina was telling us about her vacation in Spain when the compartment door slid open. I arched an eyebrow – it was Fred, and he looked pale.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

He ignored me, his eyes glued on Angelina.

"Can I talk to you?"

I looked at her – she nodded slowly, her lips tightly shut together. We all watched her as she stood up and followed Fred outside in complete silence.

"What is up with today? First the weird-werewolf-Head-Boy acting all matey-matey, and then this? Have boys always been this weird, or am I just starting to notice?"

But Alicia only looked worried.

"That didn't sound good, you know."

I frowned.

"What d'you mean?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know. Just didn't sound good."

My eyes widened as I understood what she meant.

"You don't reckon –"

"I'm just saying."

"It better not be, or I swear on all my Quidditch merchandise I will murder him."

I was only joking, of course. I never thought Fred could break up with Angelina – I knew how much he liked her. I knew him good enough to see that. But when Angelina came back to the compartment, a few minutes later, her eyes red and glistening with tears, I knew Alicia had been right.

"Oh, Angie!"

She hadn't even said a word – she just sat down, and I pulled her into a hug, and she started sobbing. We let her cry for a moment – and then, Alicia squeezed her hand.

"Angie, what happened?"

She pulled away from me, rubbing her eyes, looking absolutely devastated.

"It's Fred," she said in a broken voice. "He – he broke up with – with me."

"WHAT?!"

I stared at her in shock. I couldn't believe it – that prat! The tears started flowing from Angelina's eyes again, as we both held her hands.

"I just – I – I knew things were weird between us – he didn't write – write to me all summer…"

"He didn't?" said Alicia.

I shook my head. I knew Fred hadn't written to Angelina all summer, he had told me so himself – but I only thought it was because he was shy, or didn't know what to say. I mean, the twins were never very fond of letters. I always had to threaten them with a Howler so that they would write back to me during the first summers we knew each other.

"…but I tried not to think too much of it – I thought things would get better when – when we would see each other again, but – but clearly I was wrong! I'm so stupid!"

"You're not stupid, Angie, don't say that," said Alicia.

"But I am! I should've known!"

It broke my heart to see her like this. I could only imagine how I would feel if George suddenly broke up with me, with no word of warning, the moment we saw each other again after being apart. What was Fred thinking?! I was in such a state of shock I couldn't think of anything good to say to soothe her tears.

"What did he tell you? He gave you a reason, I hope?" asked Alicia.

Angelina shrugged, sniffling.

"Not really. He just said 'I don't think we should date anymore' and walked away."

Rubbish! I was desperately searching in my mind for any hint that Fred might have given during the summer about wanting to break up with Angelina – but I couldn't find any.

"Did you know?" suddenly said Angelina.

I lifted my eyes, meeting her stare. Her eyes were red and glistening with tears. I stared back at her.

"What?"

"Did you know?" she repeated. "That he wanted to break up with me?"

"No, I swear, Angie, I didn't –"

"You've spent all summer with them!"

"I know, but –"

"Surely he must've said something! Or at least to George, and then he –"

"Angie!" I exclaimed, a little louder. "I swear to you, on my bloody grave, that I didn't know about this!"

She gave me a look – a look that clearly meant 'I don't believe you'. I stared at her for a few seconds, and then turned to Alicia for support. She hesitated.

"I didn't know," I said quietly. "I would've told you. You need to believe that I would tell you."

Silence followed my words. I knew that Angelina was only looking for someone to blame – and that fell on me. She just needed some time. But I couldn't just stand still and wait for her anger and pain to fade – that just wasn't in my nature. I had to do something. And the first thing that I had to do was talk to Fred Weasley, AKA my new biggest enemy.

Sighing deeply, I stood up.

"Where are you going ?" asked Alicia.

"I'm going to talk to the bloody imbecile," I mumbled before stumbling out of the compartment, slamming the door behind me.

A dark-haired bloke shot me a weird look from a few feet away – I ignored him. I was way to fed up to care that he thought I was a madwoman. I started making my way down to the twins' and Lee's compartment, the anger rising in my throat, ignoring everyone and everything around me. Well, until someone stopped me.

"Look who's here. My favorite Gryffindor."

I looked up. Of course. Just what I needed right now – Graham Montague, in all his pathetic glory, with the same smug face he always carried around. I noticed he was taller, and bigger than last year – he looked like he could give Hagrid a run of his money.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

He smiled arrogantly at me, crossing his arms, his friend right beside him – an imbecile who, I remembered very well from Care of Magical Creatures, had been bitten by some weird-looking bird and had spent three days in the Hospital Wings vomiting his guts out.

"Oh – she's in a bad mood, it seems."

"Why do you speak about me in the third person? I'm right here in front of you, you stupid git."

"What happened to you, Harlowe? What made you so angry? Did you fight with that pathetic excuse of a Weasel?"

"Bloody hell…"

"Did he drop you like the sad, stinky Mudblood you are?"

"I don't have time for this" I muttered, shaking my head.

I walked past him, giving him in the process a hard nudge in the ribs – he didn't even flinch.

"I'll see you around the castle, Harlowe! I'd watch my back if I were you!"

I waited I couldn't hear his sly laugh until I cursed loudly between my teeth. This year would be the year I finally punched him in the face, I thought. I could care less about how many nights of detention it would give me – that prat deserved that I broke his nose.

I finally made it to the compartment, my blood boiling in my veins, and opened the door brutally – it bounced and made a weird shrieking noise.

"Oi!" exclaimed three voices.

"YOU!" I cried out, pointing at Fred.

There was a short silence as Fred, George and Lee stared at me.

"Adds, you all right?" asked George.

"You," I repeated, my eyes glued on Fred. "I need to talk to you. Now."

"What did I do ?!"

I laughed loudly – sarcastically, of course.

"What did you do? You know bloody well what you've done, Frederick Weasley!"

"What is going on?" asked Lee.

"Fred has lost his bloody mind, that's what's going on!"

Fred wasn't even looking at me – he stared down at the poster in his hands. I was so angry and confused by his reaction – Fred would normally be the first one to stand up and defend himself – that I didn't even react when George took me by the arm and led me outside the compartment.

"Addy, calm down, will you? What's wrong?" said George.

I stared at him.

"You don't know?! Don't you know what your stupid git of a brother did?!"

"What?"

"He broke up with Angelina!" I cried out.

"Oh, that."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from swearing like the Irishman my uncle thought was hidden inside me.

"What d'you mean, that?! YOU KNEW?!"

"Adds, calm down."

"HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME –"

"STOP YELLING."

I clenched my jaw, looking down at my own hands.

"Sorry," I muttered.

George only sighed, and rubbed his temples.

"I just – I don't understand," I said, looking up at him. "I thought things were fine between them. And now, Angelina's devastated, and I don't know what to tell her."

"I know. I'd like to help you with that, but honestly, I don't know much more than you. Fred's just told me a couple days ago that he was thinking about it. Didn't reckon he would actually do it until he did."

"But why? I thought he liked her."

"He did, and I'm pretty sure he still does. But y'know how he is, he gets all fuzzy and weird when it's time to talk about his feelings. It's just how he is."

I sighed.

"He can be such a tosser sometimes."

"Hey, careful. We may be different in a lot of ways but we're still twins."

I looked up at George – and smiled at the smirk on his face. Shaking my head, I threw my arms around his waist and hugged him close.

"What am I supposed to tell Angie? She's fed up with me, she reckons I knew about it and hid it from her."

"That's rubbish, and she knows it. She'll come 'round. Everybody knows you can't keep your mouth shut."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, slapping his shoulder.

We stayed like that for a second. I debated just going back to Angelina and leaving Fred be – but despite everything George had told me, I was still mad at him, and I would be until he explained himself.

"Can't you talk to him?" I asked George. "Just tell him to explain himself to Angie, at least. Give her a reason. 'Cause I know her, she'll just blame herself."

"I'll try."

"Thank you."

I turned to the compartment door, breathing in deeply.

"Go easy on him, Adds," I heard George say.

I opened the door – Fred and Lee's eyes turned to me.

"Hey," I said.

"Are you going to yell again?" sighed Fred, looking exasperated.

"No," I replied through gritted teeth. "But that doesn't mean I'm not still fed up with you, Fred."

"Oh, oh," said Lee.

I ignored him.

"You acted like a royal prat, and you hurt my friend, and I'm not going to let you go so easily. So you better start working on that apology right now because you're going to need a really good one."

Fred didn't flinch from my stare – I didn't expect him to. But I could still see that the whole situation bothered him. If only he would just talk to me, and explain himself, it would all be over very quickly. But all Weasleys were stubborn, and Fred was no exception.

"I'll see you at the Feast."

As I closed the compartment door on my way out, I could hear Lee sigh and say quietly:

"Women."

When I got back at the compartment, Angelina's eyes were dry – but still red. As soon as I opened the door, Angelina threw herself in my arms.

"I'm so sorry !" she shrieked in my ear. "I'm so sorry, I was such a tosser!"

"What?" I said, startled.

"I had no right of accusing you like I did! Of course you would have told me, I don't know what I thought otherwise!"

I smiled, hugging my friend back, her long, dark hair tickling my nose.

"It's all right, Angie. Don't worry about it for a second."

"I was so stupid," she said, shaking her head.

"You weren't stupid, stop saying that."

"But I was! You're my best friend, of course you would have told me."

"And it's like I told her," said Alicia. "You can't keep a secret to save your life, Addy."

I chuckled, sitting down next to Angelina.

"Funny. George just told me the same exact thing."

There was a short silence before Angelina spoke.

"Did you see Fred?"

Her voice was quiet, like she didn't want to say his name too loud.

"I did. Well. More like screamed at him, threatened him."

"What did he say?" asked Alicia.

"Not much. Didn't really let him. But I think he understood that if he doesn't soon apologize or explain himself, he'll have all of our wraths descend upon him. And even the biggest fool in the world wouldn't want that."

Angelina smiled as I squeezed her hand.

"You're gonna be all right, Angie. We've got your back."

"Thank you."

I hugged her again – and then we decided to go hunt down the trolley to buy as much candy as we possibly could. We spent the rest of the train journey stuffing ourselves and talking Quidditch.

Soon it was twilight – and in the far distance, through the window, I was Hogwarts appear. Home, I thought. For one last time.

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