Description: George and Alicia have always hated each other. When they realize they might have other feelings, they prank, tease, test, and do anything else possible to try to stop what they feel… but do they really want it to stop? A desperate struggle between two friends, enemies, and lovers.
Rated: PG 13 for mature themes and course language
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Heylo, heylo! I can't get enough of these George/Alicia fics. Such a sweet relationship. This one is for when they are 14, in year four. That means the relationship is a bit different that my other story, 'Between Us'. Can't wait till you read! There is Alicia's POV, and George's POV.
By the way, I would like to do a final thanks to everyone who read and supported me with, 'Between Us'. Without all of your encouragement, I don't think I would be where I am today. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy this one as much as you enjoyed that story!
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. My motto, me no own, you no sue.
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Part One – Those evil boys
Alicia's POVI was walking on the soft, dewy grass of the early morning, Katie and Angelina slightly ahead of me as I trailed behind. It was first weekend since my fourth year of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry.
So many things had already happened, even though it was the start of the year. Rodney Caller, quidditch captain, got Quidditch up and running, which was good for us (being Katie, Angelina and I) but bad as well because that annoying kid Oliver Wood kept telling us to, what was it? Oh yeah. 'Practice up'. I was like, hello! You're not Quidditch captain here!
Anyways, Snape also made the first week just as bad as I expected. A four-foot essay was due at the end of this weekend, on some sort of weed that I forget the name already. I haven't even started.
Then there were those darn Passwords. I'm the forgetful sort of person… but not as forgetful as some people I knew, it was just that when it came to remembering combination locks, or meaningless passwords, I had a bit of a blockage in memory. It's not that bad though when you think about it, I seem to be surrounded with Katie and Angelina all the time, so it's all right. I haven't even given the password one thought, seeing as though I figure I'm not going to be without them by my side. If I am, so what? Most Griffindor's are nice to me.
Notice how I say most? If it wasn't for Katie and Angelina's infatuation with Lee and Fred, (Katie in love with Lee Jordan, a boy with dreadlocks; Angelina in love with Fred, a red-headed twin) then I wouldn't be forced to hang out with that obnoxious, insufferable George Weasley. Ever since second year, it's been the six of us. Me, Angelina, Katie, Lee, Fred, and… oh I shudder to think of it, George.
Nobody really seems to be bothered by George… in fact, they all LIKE him! But it's not that way with me. God, if someone could kill me while I was with him, then I'd thank them gratefully. This kid, the redheaded, freckled-faced, tall, muscular twin, was the evilest boy I had ever met. Okay… not the EVILEST, but boy, he knew how to push my buttons. And only mine, too, though I'm not hesitating to say that he, his brother, and Lee all do that to many people, but he seemed to enjoy picking me out for a pastime. When he wasn't creating havoc, he was doing stupid things to me, and making me angry. I HATE GEORGE WEASLEY.
"ALICIA!" Katie screamed at the top of her lungs like there was no tomorrow.
I swiftly moved my hands to my ears, and winced. "OW! What is it Katie? Is the world going to blow up?" I asked, slowly bringing my hands down, afraid she'd make another outburst.
"I'VE BEEN TALKING TO YOU FOR THE PAST FIFTEEN MINUTES, AND ALL YOU COULD DO WAS LOOK AROUND WITH THIS DAZED SORT OF LOOK LIKE YOU WERE THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING IMPORTANT!" She screamed.
I made no attempts to cover my ears this time, trying to show her that I could hear her, but also bracing myself and trying not to feel my eardrums pop.
"IN OTHER WORDS," Katie continued. She clapped her hands together and intertwined her fingers, looking happily at me. "What're you thinking about?" She asked sweetly, swinging back and forth on the balls of her feet.
I sighed. "Everything. From teacups to chandeliers, I've thought of that in those short minutes." I said sarcastically.
"If you refuse to tell me, I'll read your diary." She said.
"Ahu…" I nodded vaguely, knowing she wouldn't… unless it was a life or death situation.
"Well, AS I WAS SAYING TO YOU, let's go see Lee and Fred. They're over there." Katie pointed to the two boys, huddled and whispering, Lee laughing and Fred brushing some invisible dirt of his blue sweater with the golden 'F' on it, like he'd said something that was impossible to beat.
"No George?" I asked, a smile playing across my lips, though I was trying to hide it.
They sighed enthusiastically and then rolled their eyes in unison.
"Not that we can see." Angelina said in a low and breathless voice.
"Well what are we waiting for, ladies? Lets move, move, move!" I said happily, pushing them along.
We all walked over and Fred and Lee turned to us, stopping their conversation immediately.
"Hey guys!" Katie said, first hugging Fred and then giving Lee a huge hug that lasted much longer.
"Hey." They said back.
"Where's George?" Asked Angelina.
I glared at her. She wanted to annoy me too, now did she?
"HA!" Fred let out a laugh. "Can't wait for you to see this." He answered.
"What?" Angelina asked.
"He's going to get a bunch of kids over here to try some candies we made. They're called Canary Creams." Lee said.
I felt my stomach churn. "So he's coming back?"
Katie stared at me, her eyes telling me not to say anything.
"Well okay." I said.
Fred and Lee looked at me with a smirk, knowing I didn't really like George since we argued all the time.
"Well here he comes, now!" Fred said happily.
I looked around. "Potions!" I yelled.
Everyone stared at me.
I sighed. "I have, potions. I have to finish it, sorry." I said quickly.
"You have all weekend-…" Fred began.
"All play and no work- is uh- bad for you or something. There's some saying that says that." I said.
Angelina sighed. "Its all work and no play." She corrected.
"Whatever." I said, "Better to be safe then sorry. In other words, better to do your work when there is time, than at the last minute."
Fred and Lee shared a look I couldn't read and Katie and Angelina sighed. I was sure that Angelina was sighing about how she couldn't get through to me, but I was also pretty sure that Katie was only sighing because at that moment she thought Lee looked extra hot.
"See you." I said finally.
When I turned around, I saw George walking over with a group of kids trailed behind him, so I quickly ran off towards the door of the school, swinging it open and running down the hall.
I figured that Katie and Angelina would want to see if I really did my Potions essay, so I walked over to the Griffindor Common Room where I met some sixth year. I asked him the to say the password and let me in too, and he did so then I went up to my room.
Grabbing a quill, some parchment, and my Potions books, I descended down the stairway and into the central part of the common room; planting myself on a seat in front of the fireplace and quietly closing my eyes letting the warmth reach every part of my body. Then I opened a book and looked at the pages.
After about fifteen minutes, I realized that the Potions book that had so many words on it, was different from my parchment for my essay, seeing as the only thing I had written down on it was my name.
I found the correct sections for the weed I was looking up and began scribbling down words. I was a bit annoyed that I had to do my Potions essay in the afternoon. After a while, I realized the common room was quite dark, and I was the only one in there besides two kids with overly large glasses that made their eyes look bigger, their pants tucked into their socks, and some other older boy who looked like he was writing something very important.
I looked at my Essay, which was now finally finished, and then I looked at my watch. It was almost dinnertime, and my friends still hadn't come to get me. I closed my heavy potions book and it echoed in the silence of the room. The steady scribbling of a quill stopped for a moment as the older boy looked up at me for a split second and then started writing again. I packed my things back up and shoved them in my bag, and then I slung the bag over my shoulder, walking out of the fat lady portrait.
When I arrived at the Great Hall, dinner was just beginning, and Angelina and Katie waved me over.
"Hey," I said, sitting down.
"Hey." They said in unison.
Angelina piled mashed potatoes on her plate. "Did you finish your homework?"
"Yes." I answered. I was used to being the first one out of the three of us to finish my homework.
Katie grabbed some carrots. "That's good. I need to do mine tomorrow."
"Same." Said Angelina. "Sunday night."
I laughed. Last minute projects were the things that Katie and Angelina were used to, especially when the project had something to do with Snape, or Potions.
I grabbed a drink of Pumpkin juice and sipped it slowly. I could hear another wave of students come in, and I realized among them, there was Lee, Fred and then George.
They all sat down, George sitting beside me since it was the only spot left. I didn't say anything; I just looked at my glass of Pumpkin juice. I hadn't looked at George, I only knew he was there because I could see Fred, and it was easy enough for me to tell the two apart.
"Not hungry, Lich?" Asked Lee, leaning over the table to grab some chicken.
I shook my head no, and grabbed my glass of Pumpkin juice, pulling it closer to me.
"We were talking about when we are going to do our projects." Angelina said, more to Fred than anyone else.
Fred nodded. "Awesome. I'll do a bit Sunday night. If I don't finish it, ill scribble down the rest before class starts."
Lee laughed. "I'll finish Sunday night, I'm always quick at those things."
Katie giggled. "It was me and Angelina's idea's as well. All on Sunday night. What about you George? You even going to do one at all?" Katie asked in a joking manner.
I kept my eyes on my glass, watching a drip of juice slide down the side.
"I'm finished." George said simply.
I looked up, for the first time. I stared at him as he sat beside me, though all I really noticed was his messy red-hair, which sort of matched the pumpkin juice I was just drinking.
I could hear a clink of forks, and when I looked around, every one of my friends were also staring at George.
"What, my brother?" Fred asked.
George shrugged. "Better to have it done the night it's given. Gives me more time for pranks." He said, with a wink.
I looked back at my Pumpkin juice and stood up. I got out of the area I was standing, which was between the bench and table, and then put my foot up on where I was sitting, to quickly tie my shoes. I tied the one that was lose, and I saw a hand shoot over to my shoe before I could put my foot down, and when the hand shot away again, my shoe was undone.
I tied it again, and the same thing happened. I looked up to see Lee and Fred laughing, and George looking innocent, staring down in the opposite direction of me. I growled under my breath and put my hands on the laces of my shoes again.
I tied it in a bow, and George's hand shot to my shoe, and quickly pulled the string making it come undone. I tried to tie it again, and again, and again, and he kept undoing my shoe.
I stared at George, hard. "Stop." I said firmly.
I tried to tie my shoe again, and he wouldn't stop doing it. With that, I took off my shoe and stood in my stockings on one foot, and my other shoe perfectly fine on the other.
George coughed over a laugh and ducked under the table. He came back up and held up his fork, showing that he got what he was there for. I rolled my eyes at him, and looked over to Angelina and Katie.
"I'm going for a walk." I said.
As I began to walk, I tripped over something and almost fell, but caught my balance just in time. I looked down to see that my other shoe was undone, and Fred and Lee were now laughing hysterically, with George who was no longer trying to cover up his laughs.
I angrily walked over and placed my hands on my hips. "I told you to stop." I said sternly.
"My mom told me to stop my pranks." George said. "Doesn't mean I do."
I angrily took off my other shoe, held one in either hand, and walked out of the great hall in my stockings, away from that wretched George Weasley.
I could feel my face grow red as I angrily walked out onto the grass and sat under a tree, pulling my shoes on and finally tying them up into neat bows. I looked at my shoes and admired how they were finally on my feet, and then I leaned back against the tree and pulled my skirt down.
'Stupid George Weasley'. I thought angrily. If there were one person I hated in the world, it would have to be him. Him and his wretched tricks.
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Stupid starting I know, but I have always found it a bit difficult to start off a story… trust me, it will get better. MUAH HAHAHA. Well anyways, review please, even though it was a bit rocky.
-Kit