Chapter Seven: Of Good Advice And Bad Decisions

Hiya. I know this chapter is a bit unnecessary, and it's sort of filler, but this will be vaguely important over the course of the series. It'll be a little mini-sideplot-thing, at least until Book Six. So...um...*clears throat* don't own, don't sue?

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Well, your minds are probably still reeling from that shocking revelation. Note the sarcasm. But anyway, you're probably waiting for an explanation. So, here goes.

Fred and I had been in the play for a long while, and we had started getting involved in conversations with thespians like Charli. So one day, Charli and Liz were having a debate about the relationship between Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer, and we thought that since those were our characters, we should give our opinion. Charli thought that Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer were twins, and Liz thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend. I started pondering this question, one thing led to another, and soon I was wondering, what if Fred and I were boyfriend and girlfriend? I woke up the next morning with a crush on him. It was that simple.

Still, I acted like everything was normal. I pretended it didn't tingle weirdly whenever Fred touched me and that I didn't suddenly notice that he smelled good. Not only was it stupid and weird to have a huge crush on one of your very very very best friends, I had more important things to worry about, like homework and the play and Quidditch.

When I asked Charli if she thought I was going crazy (well, crazier), she said, "We're all going crazier, Anna-Banana."

I was the one to wallop her for a change.

She did give me some pretty good advice, though. She said that I needed to try to push this crush-thing out of my mind if I wanted to avoid any awkwardness and not get distracted from what actually mattered.

"And besides," she continued. "If you just play it cool, then maybe, just maybe, something will happen between you two someday."

"Yeah," I echoed. "Maybe someday..."

"If you play it cool." Charli's face split into a grin and she started singing softly. "Just play it cool, boy, real cool..."

I left at high speed before she could force me to sing and, Merlin forbid, dance with her.

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The next few weeks passed quickly enough. They were a blur of rehearsals, Quidditch, and piles of homework. I just couldn't get that dumb crush out of my head. My train of thought went a bit like this: Merlin's chest hair, I'm late for Transfiguration! I sit next to Fred in Transfiguration...no, no, no! Stop thinking about him! Almost to Transfiguration! I wonder if I did the homework. Maybe I can copy someone's. Maybe I can copy Fred's. NO! Snap out of it! You're better than this! No I'm not. Yes you are! Cut it out! Stop standing outside the door to the classroom, you imbecile, Professor McGonagall will see you! And...wait a minute, am I talking out loud? MERLIN'S ICE CREAM SCOOP! Oh crud, I said that out loud too...everyone'll think I'm nuts. Ah well, they already know that.

Anyway, my thought pattern was basically that, but with a lot more mentions of well, at least I wasn't stalking him. Although that may have been because he was my best friend and therefore I didn't need to stalk him. Besides, I already knew everything about him. I'm starting to sound creepy, aren't I? I'll stop now.

I'm not really looking forward to telling this part of the story. I really, really, really need to, or else several happenings in his series won't make much sense. Well, here goes.

I made a very, very, very, very, very bad decision. Well, it was kind of all of us that made the decision.

You know us. We're all about breaking rules. It's practically the reason we live. It is the reason we live. But this time, we suffered real consequences. Not just a measly detention or dozen. We saw the reason why our actions were so stupid. What were our actions, you ask?

We sneaked out, in the middle of the night, and forgot the map.

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Yeah, yeah. The chapter sucked, I know. Flame all you want, it'll boost our review count.

RandomFandom: *whispering to readers* Sorry about the snappishness. She's been in a weird mood all day. I think this chapter is depressing her. So...bye then. Go on! Review!