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It's been three months and the letters without a return address kept on coming. The letters had become intimate, had become so personal that George swore that they had to have been written by Fred and since then, George become completely obsessed with them. He found out by incident that the letters came by muggle post instead of an owl, and ever since he waited anxiously for the mailman to drop off the letters before leaving the apartment. Even if it meant being late to work. Eventually he changed the hours for the shop, opening it at twelve instead of ten, because the letters usually came during those two hours. His regular customers were mad at first but when they saw how much happier he became, they stopped caring about the hours. They just liked seeing him smile.
He didn't want to admit it to himself but he became dependent on those letters, sometimes leaving him depressed if the mailman was late. And everyday expect for Sundays he became alive and cheerful but on Sundays he was instead bitter and nasty. On Sunday's lack of post made him mad, it was like those letters were a drug to him, and he was going though withdrawals. But still every day more letters arrived, and everyone could see that his mood has lightened, he wasn't quite back to his joking and tricking self yet, but he is smiled more and started to hang out with his friends again. And his good attitude has made all his friends and family far more relaxed around him since they no longer feared for his health and well-being. Hermione is the only one left who is still worried about George for she was the only one who knew about the suspicious letters. Every time she heard he received another one she cringed and bites her lip to avoid saying anything. She just gets a funny feeling in her stomach and was so worried that the letters are wrong and sick and someone, other than Fred, was writing them. And she wanted to tell someone about the letters but she was so afraid of how badly George would take it. So she had to keep her mouth shut right? She wasn't so sure…
"Hermione what are you thinking about?" Alicia asks as she sits next to her making her jump slightly.
"Nothing." She whispered back as she watched Katie opens yet another present. It always made her uncomfortable to lie, particularly to a friend.
"Are you sure?" Hermione shook her head and forced a smile
"Yeah, let's watch Katie open presents okay?"
"Okay." Alicia said kindly as she turned her gaze instead to Katie who was glowing with happiness.
"What can this be?" Katie asks as she shakes the present a smile wide on her face.
"Open it." Alicia beamed. Everyone screamed and Katie grins as she first takes out the card.
"Oh looks like it' is from Alicia." She read the card aloud. "You finally did it, you stolen the prince from the princess. Have a blessed wedding and a hot honeymoon." Oh thanks Alicia." Katie said warmly as she blushed.
"Don't blush yet. Open the gift first." And Katie did and when she did she blushed even more taking out a throng and edible bra. "Thanks Alicia. This will be perfect on the honeymoon."
"Your welcome."
An hour later, an hour including games which no one will never talk about again, exotic food, and plenty of jokes, the party was reaching its end, and everyone was getting ready to go. Another thirty minutes and the only ones left were Alicia, Katie, and Hermione. All three were taking down decorations and packing everything up, talking all the while as they do so.
"Are you excited?" Alicia asked with a genuine interest.
"I can't wait." Katie responded.
"I told everyone you two are going to get married. Didn't I?" Hermione half bragged.
"He ran my heart over. And also he rocks in bed." Katie jokes as she started putting all the presents back in their boxes.
"You two are perfect for each other."
"Yeah. Absolutely perfect." Hermione chimed in agreement.
"I hope so, sometime I worry that he is too much into quiddich."
"Katie, Oliver loves you. Don't sweat it okay?"
"Ok.
"What do you think the boys are doing?" Hermione chuckled as she picked up one of the raunchier presents.
Oliver smiled as he watched the stripper as she dances showing off her curves, watched how her hips moved to the beat, and he loved it. But as much as he loved the show, he reminded himself that even though he loves this he was engaged now and he has to remember it.
"Hey stripper, I will give you one hundred if you give him a lap dance." One of Oliver's new quiddich teammates yelled and pointed to Oliver who blushed with embarrassment.
"Sure." The stripper said her voice deep for her young fresh body and Oliver could only smile lewdly as she started, and he feels happy and he loves this. He frowned when the stripper finished and stared after her as she got back onto the stage, she was done and he wanted her to keep going or better yet, he wanted Katie to do it at home. As he turned to look at his buddies, some old, some new, and they are all held up their drinks in a toast and drank with a roar of sound drinking.
"So how does it fee now that everyday for the rest of your life you will be hitting it with Katie?" Lee, who invited himself, asks.
"I can't wait."
"You know what happens after you get married?" Ron joked.
"What?"
"Babies. Anyone want to make a bet about how soon after they get married they are going to be popping out babies?"
"I say probably in a year."
"Two years."
"Nine months."
"Five years." George added in lazily looking slightly bored.
"Oh shut up everyone. Who cares?" Oliver snapped as he never was one to enjoy a joke, especially ones made by drunken men at a bachelor party.
"Oh Oliver is mad." Someone said mockingly and Ron, George, and Lee all moved away from Oliver as did everyone else around him as they watched as Oliver eyes twitched. His eyes only twitch when he is dangerously mad.
"Who said that?" Oliver yelled but honestly no one would answer, or rather, well no one who wanted to keep their heads.
"You know what? Party over. Everyone go home."
"No, come on…"
"Everyone leave." He screamed and the party-goers filtered out. Strangely the bartender let Oliver stay, most likely since he was a friend too.
"God Oliver always has something up his ass doesn't he?" George whispered to Ron who just laughed.
"But that is Oliver."
"I guess that does describe him." George smiled. Ron smiled too, it's been too long since he seen George smile and he didn't even have any alcohol at the bachelor party, it's wonderful.
"What do we do now?" Ron asked.
"The girls are still at their party…"
"Let's go."
"Did you have a fun party?" Alicia asked Katie who just laughed.
"Of course I did. And it helped seeing you two again. Man it seems like forever." Katie smiled with nostalgia.
"Yeah, you ever miss it?" Hermione asked.
"Miss what?" Katie asked, still pulling down decorations.
"Hogwarts."
"Yeah, I miss my friends, I miss the classes, hell I miss Fitch." Katie admitted.
"Me too, I even miss Snape." Ron chuckled at the lie. He definitely didn't miss Snape.
"Dumbledore." Hermione let a little frown droop on her face as she remembered.
"I just miss Fred." Alicia says with a ghost of a smile as she remembers those days at school, watching Fred selling his tricks, a frown never falling on his face. And she always loved him, loved him too much. As she daydreamed the girls didn't notice the boys walking into the restaurant, a little smile on their faces.
"I can't believe it. It didn't seem fair I mean…" She suddenly realized what a bad idea it was to bring up Fred when she spotted George who had a breakable look in his eyes.
"Hello Hermione." Ron interrupted as he wrapped his arms around Hermione who wrapped her own arms around him.
"Ron, Lee, George, how are you doing?" Katie asked hugging Lee and then George who just smiled back absently.
"Whoa Katie, you look beautiful now." George honestly replied making Katie laugh.
"Yeah, how time change people. By the way George you are looking more handsome each time I see you. Mr. Hotboy." Katie jovially honestly said back.
"Aren't you still supposed to be at Oliver's bachelor party?" Hermione asked as she looked up toward Ron as he still has his arms around her tightly.
"We joked around and he threw a fit and told us all to leave." Ron shrugged nonchalantly.
"Stupid Oliver. I'm sorry he is still working on taking jokes better." Katie apologized.
"Its okay we all knew it was bound to happen, I mean it is Oliver." He smiled to cement that there were no hard feelings.
The small group continued hanging around, shooting the breeze, and before anyone noticed, three hours had passed and the restaurant owner politely came by to inform them that the establishment was closed. So they all decided just to call it quit and just go home. Ron and Hermione went one way, Katie had found Oliver and they had gone home, and Lee went off on his own, claiming he needed to make a phone call; leaving George and Alicia to walk together since Alicia lived only three blocks away from the restaurant. As it is Alicia stared up looking at the stars and George is just hummed an old song that Fred used to sing.
"Don't hum that song please? It's too depressing." Alicia asked making George laugh.
"Why? It's about a toilet scrubber.?" George said defending the old song.
"Because Fred sang it." Her eyes darkened and she scowled, she hissed making George frown.
"Yeah of course." George replied, his smile failing with thoughts of Fred flashing though his mind.
"George can I ask you something?" Alicia asked flashes of Fred in her mind too, taunting her, making her feel sick to her stomach.
"Sure what?"
"Did Fred ever used to talk about me?"
"No." George said without any hesitation. He never remembered Fred talking about anyone unless it was to play a prank on them and he never had favorites.
"Oh." She visibly deflated.
"Don't feel bad Alicia we never had time to talk to each other about girls." George replied even though they did have plenty of time, they just had better things to talk about.
"Well did you think he ever had a crush on me?" She asked. And George almost said yes until he remembered the letters and he knew he had to say.
"No."
"Oh…do you like me?"
"Sure I mean you are cool and all."
"No I mean do you like me?" Her eyes bore into his own, and George squirmed a little, confused at the jump in topics.
"As a girlfriend?" He asked confusion written on his handsome face.
"George can you come over here for a second." She asked and he nodded in approval, and running over to her.
"Close your eyes." She whispers and he did. And she took this chance to force her lips upon his. She wanted Fred but George will do right? He broke the kiss within seconds.
"What the hell Alicia?" He asked rudely, stumbling backwards with a hand to his mouth. Alicia sighed sadly, she felt her heart being broken once again from Fred six years ago and now George.
"Sorry…"
"Alicia you ask before you kiss someone." He responds.
"I'm sorry; I just want someone to love me. Fred doesn't, Lee doesn't, no one does. What is it about me? Why don't you like me? Is it my looks, oh god it is, isn't it?" She suddenly became frantic, covering her face shamefully.'
"Alicia you look beautiful." George carefully pulled her hands from her face so she would look him in the eyes.
"Than what is it?"
"I can't answer for everybody but I can tell you why you don't interest me."
"Tell me please."
"I'm gay."
"What?"
"I have been gay since I was sixteen."
"I didn't know…"
"No one did. Only Fred."
"Fred knew?"
"Of course we are twins. I had to tell him."
"How did he react?"
"He was in denial for a while, saying that I'm just in a stage or something. But in the end he came around and supported my decision."
"Did you ever go out with any boys?" She asked and he giggled.
"Three. A ravenclaw named Zachery Bones and two muggle boys. Patrick Smith and Ryan Holiday. All three was wonderful but it never lasted long."
"Why?"
"I wasn't ready to be out of the closet and they were. It ended up with them needed boys or men who accepted who they are, or something like that. I still talk to Zach and Patrick every once in a while but we just talk, nothing else."
"Oh." She said.
"So why did you try to kiss me?"
"You look like Fred." She replied and he laughs wrapping an arm around her shoulder as she rested her head on top of his shoulder.
"Well that's not the first time I've heard that but it is still my favorite answer. But remember I'm George not Fred." He grinned, lightening a situation which he could have taken much worse if he wanted.
"I'm sorry."
"Hey whatever. We can just keep this between us so neither of us has to suffer though embarrassment."
"I love you." She whispers and he laughs again.
"Back at you." They didn't know as they walked away that somebody was following them, the person who was only there upon hearing 'I love you', part growled in anger, his eyes sharp with disgust and mildly surprise. He hadn't been there to hear George's confession.
As they approached her house Alicia sighed before pulling George him into a hug. They both stared up at and he looks at her apartment complex, so much grander than his, so much more beautiful than his.
"You have a good night Alicia."
"You too George."
"We should get together again sometime…, As friends." He added quickly
"You are never going to let this go, are you?" She smiled cutely, hiding behind her hand.
"Nope, you will always be known as the pathetic woman who can't read men." George joked before waiving and turning away, getting ready for his long walk to his apartment.
As soon as Alicia walked into her apartment and closed the door, her legs gave out and she fell to her knees crying. And she knew she shouldn't feel betrayed but she did, how dare George be gay?. How dare Fred be gone? How dare all guys for not asking her out?. And she felt so ugly and so unloved and so worthless that she didn't want to move or do anything. Instead she just sat there in front of her door and cried for a long time, and when she stopped she can't help but realize that she feels a little bit better. She got up quickly before walking to the kitchen and taking out a glass and some white Zen. She drank a little and went to take a shower feeling at ease as the hot water hit her body, turning the water hotter and hotter until her skin is red but she didn't care. It felt like it washed away her pain she loved it. She shut the water off after she was done she walked out and into the living room deciding what to drink next, when she noticed one missed call on her cell phone, still lying by the bathroom on her clothes and she frowned. What does Hermione want now? She pushes the button waiting to hear Hermione's sharp voice that sometimes gave her a headache ands instead it is someone else. Someone she couldn't quite place but seemed familiar.
"Alicia it's been awhile hasn't it? You looked smashing today. Oh and congrats for winning George's heart. I bet you feel really smug right now. Well I was really hoping you would've picked up the phone instead of taking that forty minute shower. I always love talking to the real person and not a machine but oh well. By the way you look good naked, especially your lovely breasts, they looked wonderful, you matured a lot. But I have to ask why your shower was so long? I mean what were you doing masturbating or something. You are such a slut. You probably have to use your own fingers to get any pleasure because no guy would give you any. By the way who do you think of when you masturbate? Fred, George, me? You are disgusting, a whore, George doesn't need a whore. You don't deserve him." Alicia grasped at the lewdness of the message and looked suspiciously at her windows..
"How did they know I was in the shower?" She asked herself out loud and at that moment her eyes caught something and she got closer to the object having to bend down she found a tiny pinpoint of black on her glass coffee table. She poked at it curiously for a minute before she realized what is it was. A camera. And she cried out in shock, instinctively covering her breasts with one arm. And suddenly she heard the distinct rapping of someone knocking on the door and simultaneously, her cell phone started to ring, and she panicked, trying to figure which call to answer. Finally after a minute she stumbles to the phone. After all she just found a camera in her living room and the person the camera belongs to can very well be the one who is right outside the door.
"Hello I need you to call the police." She immediately screamed as soon as the other person spoke. Nearly dropping the phone in the process she picks up the phone.
"Hello slut."
"Its you again. Why are you calling me? Why did you put a camera in my apartment?"
"Because you are a whore."
"I'm not a whore." She screamed not hearing as the banging suddenly stopped.
"But you are. You are ruining George's future you bitch. And I'm going to stop you." And the person suddenly hung up. And Alicia stared at her phone in shock as she heard her mailbox door opening and she opens it to find a letter fluttered onto her floor, a letter with no return address and she opens it without thinking. As soon as it opened, the letter folded itself around like a howler, except it turned an arid shade of green and formed a sneering mouth as it spoke.
"You shouldn't have opened the letter." The letter said in that same, eerie voice. And what she didn't know was the minute she opened the letter a countdown had started with thirty seconds and when it gets to zero a bomb will go off. And before she even had the chance even to do anything the bomb went off.
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