A/N: A little bit of fluff. Calesta and Fred's relationship needed to grow a little bit. Now we know that they are really brother and sister. They can fight like cats and dogs. And then still joke after all the uncomfortableness is gone.

Translation:
Benimm dich, Kliene. Fixeren Sie lhr falsch. - Behave yourself, little one. Fix your wrong.

Happy reading!

Henny, that lucky Penny!

That's What I'm Feeling

I quick stepped it to the Great Hall. My tiny form was bobbing and weaving past meandering students. I had to apologize to a few of them when I accidently bumped into them. My bruised shoulder cried out in annoying pain. I ignored its attempts to make me slow down and hastened my pace. For one reason or another, my body was thrumming with energy and a different kind of nerves.

As I pushed through some other kids blocking my entry into the Great Hall, I did a quick scan of. My heart fell a little when I failed to locate James' head of messy, auburn locks. Another quick sweep and a little more dropping. He was not at either the Gryffindor or Slytherin tables. A growl escaped my throat. I turned on my heel and made my trek to the Gryffindor Tower. I was not happy knowing I would have to make my peace with waiting for him to leave there. But because this was a quest to figure everything out myself, that is what I would have to do.

Fortunately, I did not have to wait. As I came upon the portrait of the Fat Lady, he stepped out of the portrait door. Unfortunately, his counterparts, Scorpius and Fred were with him. The door swung closed and an uncomfortable silence descended upon the four of us. I really did not have the patience to handle Fred at the moment.

"Jamie," I began quietly. Fred scowled in annoyance at the realization that I had not come to explain myself, "can I talk to you?"

"Why d'you need to speak to him?" Fred asked with an edge to his voice, "Did you inflict any bruises to his face?"

"No, but I am feeling an urge to give your second one." I replied through a clenched jaw. He physically bristled.

"Kliene..." Scorpius warned under his breathe. I turned my gaze over to the lithe blonde and forced my mouth to relax.

"You're unbelievable." Fred said in disbelief. I broke off the stare with Scorpius to look at Fred. I winced at the cold eye he had trained on my face. The impact of the hard look must have registered on my face because James stepped between us. I met his deep forest green eyes with my ice blue ones.

"I need to talk to you." I repeated. James sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair.

"I need you to talk to Freddie first." he replied, his request soft. I understood his need to have the well-oiled machine known as the Potter/Weasley clan working smoothly again. I looked at him blankly. I analyzed my options. Talk to Fred, then James. Or, argue my way to trying to talk to James first. Argue was maybe too strong a word. Pleading might work.

"Please, Jamie?" I pleaded. His expression did not change; "What if I talk to him after talking to you?" still no change.

"I need you to talk to him first." he repeated in a monotone voice. My chest warmed in annoyance. I clearly was not going to win this disagreement. My mind switched gears. I sighed in defeat.

"Alright." I pushed my way to Fred. His dark brown eyes were still hard and cold. My heart clenched with the knowledge that this was my fault. I trained my eyes on the darkened part of his skin, "Does it still hurt?" I asked as I reached up to feel the bruise with my fingertips. He flinched as I made contact. The skin was still a little warm.

"A bit actually. You got me pretty good." his reply had my feeling slightly proud of me. It was weird for me to strike someone in rage.

"I was hungover."

"What?" his confusion made me smile a little.

"I was awfully hungover and feeling pretty crappy. I took it out on you since you were the main source of my pain this morning." I was still caressing my handiwork. His face moved away from under my touch.

"That's your reasoning?" his tone was chilled. I blinked my eyes and captured his seething glare. My hand dropped.

"Why did you hit me with bludgers?" my voice was thoughtful. I had been curious all morning. It was one of the many things that I had been thinking this morning. I wanted to know the truth behind his actions before I apologized for my behavior. I fully intended on doing it too.

"Looks like we are going to be awhile. I'm probably going to have to twist her words around to get the apology out." Fred shifted his attention to his cousin and Scorpius, "I'll grab something from the kitchens."

"Alright. See you around then." James shot me a pointed look. I just glared at him.

"Benimm dich, Kliene. Fixeren Sie lhr falsch." Scorpius whispered harshly in my face. Fred snorted as he translated the words himself. I felt my face pale and nodded my head weakly. Hardened green eyes bore into mine. Scorpius Malfoy knew how to make me squirm.

Silence enveloped the two of us as we watched the older boys depart. I suddenly felt very much awkward and I hated awkward. I had taken so much time to undo the damage of my own experiences. Plus, it was an insult to me and everything I worked for leading up to this point to not be able to talk to a friend, someone I consider an older, annoying brother. When there were things we desperately needed to discuss. Well, he needed to discuss more than I did apparently. I could have gone days without having this uncomfortable moment.

"Cal..." he hesitated as if he was trying to piece his thoughts together.

"I'm Cal now? What happened to Manslayer?" I arched a questioning eyebrow. He graced me with a small smile.

"You're always Cal." his voice had gone soft. I felt my insides melt. I do not imagine I could even really stay so mad at him. His soft angles and sparkling eyes give him an unfair advantage over girls. His charm was devastating. I ran a hand over my face and sighed.

"Freddie..."

"Oh, I'm Freddie now? What happened to Weasley?" a dashing grin had me smiling widely.

"You'll always be Freddie." I responded with a laugh, "The boy who took me on my first date and was such a gentleman that he let me get my ass kicked by a bunch of older kids after he abandoned me." he grabbed at his chest over his heart and made an exaggerated pained expression.

"Prinzessin! You wound me! If anyone heard you speak such wonderful things of me, I won't be to beat off girls fast enough." we doubled over laughing.

We both were left gasping for air as out fits subsided. It felt nice to know that we could at least still joke. Hearing his laugh was therapy. The infectious nature of it was medicine and I needed my dose to express my feelings about the incident on the Quidditch Pitch. I needed it to be put at ease that he did not hate me. I needed that reassurance so I could press on and apologize for my behavior. Because I know that is what he needed. Besides, he was just doing his job as a beater by trying to knock me off my broom.

"Fred, I know that I shouldn't have smashed your bat like that. I was throwing a fit and I am really sorry for it." I said seriously, "I still maintain that it was the hangover, but I do apologize." I almost started crying when he gave my cheek a light pinch.

"Can't stay mad at you too long, Prinzessin." he replied softly, "Besides, I was just as hungover as you. The girls sending Albus up to wake me for a game of Quidditch annoyed me to no end. I'm sorry that I took my temper out on you. That was highly inappropriate and I apologize for it. You all right?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've dealt with my fair share of bruises; I'll live. We might have to propose a rule about no hangovers at Quidditch. We become volatile." I grinned at him, "Or, we should always play hungover. It will keep us on our toes."

"You are a crafty one, aren't you?" he returned my grin with one of his own, "Do you need any potions? I could walk you to the Hospital Wing and have Mister Creevey get you a pain potion." I shook my head no.

"Most of the pain went away when your bat exploded into shards." I replied as I turned around to head to the Great Hall. I was hungry, "You need a pain potion for your hand?"

"No, but I wouldn't say no to a massage on my palm. It is sore from the abuse it suffered today. Did you know that some crazy bint smacked a bludger so hard at me, when I went to return fire, my beater's bat disintegrated?" I giggled.

"Oh no, Mister Weasley. I am not falling for that one again. But you don't say about the girl? She must be very strong and burly to accomplish that." I grabbed his right hand and began to press my thumbs into his palm. A quiet groan passed through his lips.

"I thought you weren't going to fall for that one?" he glanced down at our hands. I gave him a sweet smile.

"I'm a sucker for a kind smile and bright eyes." I replied. The Mischievous Weasley Glint was in his eye. I dropped his hand, "And now we are done." he laughed.

"I was only kidding." he pinched my cheek, "You sitting with us?" I nodded my head.

We located James and Scorpius. I slid in next to James and he gave me a pointed look over his goblet of pumpkin juice. I returned his look with a curt nod. He set his juice down and looked over at Fred who rolled his eyes. James snorted lightly and I tapped his shoulder.

"Yes?" he inquired before he took a bite of his sandwich.

"What does it feel like to be confident?" I whispered, barely audible over the hum of the Great Hall. I selected a sandwich from the pile in front of me. I began nibbling on it.

"I thought you would never ask." he replied with a sly grin.