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oh yeah, i know the title might not make sense even after u read the story, but if u really think about, it fits in quite well....

ANGELINA's POV

SLAM!!! Teeth slightly barred, I tried to ignore the curious and rather annoyed looks some of my fellow Gryffindors gave me. I stalked up the stairs to the girls' dorms, almost colliding into a second year who squealed.

"Sorry," I grunted, in a very unladylike manner. She just goggled at me as I slammed another door after I entered my dorm. Empty. Good. Closing my eyes, I sank to the floor, back pressing against the wooden frame. Clenching my fists up again, I felt terrible. I stared into space contemplating my predicament for a few moments.

"Arghhhh!" I yelped out of frustration as I jumped up and started to pace around the room, a certain red-headed boy popping into my mind's peripheral vision once in a while. I jerked to a stop in front of Alicia's long mirror. It was an antique she took so much pride in. Curiously, I eyed my reflection enclosed in the oak frame with delicate engravings along the side. I found a girl with luscious black curls, striking brown eyes with flecks of bronze, long lashes, full lips, cinnamon colored skin, and a flattering figure. I scowled, narrowing my eyes and contorting my face. Even when I pout and glower I look attractive. Quite unsettling.

Yes, this is how it all started. I'm beautiful, attractive, sexy even. So sue me. It's not my fault I'm cursed with beauty, is it? I laughed out loud, knowing how remarkably stupid that sounded, even in my head.

"Cursed with beauty," I muttered under my breath, "Now that's an oxymoron." As a little girl, I've always been quite pretty- the apple of my parent's eye, the "Shirley Temple" kind of gal, the lass with a captivating aura that none of boys didn't dare pick on. But my great-aunt used to tell me in a rather sniffy voice to pray that this 'condemnation of charm and loveliness which led to temptation' would leave me once I was older. I didn't understand her then, loving the extra attention I got when I was young. But now a teenager, I understand her perfectly. Surrounded by hormone-driven boys who don't give a damn about me but my facade, yes, I understand her perfectly.

But I thought Fred would be different than that. Fred Weasley, one of the charming, funny, and entertaining duo that reign Hogwarts as the Princes of Pranksters. Fred Weasley who showed me how to stay on the broom while lunging for the quaffle in my second year. Fred Weasley who didn't laugh when Katie's couldron exploded on me, causing my skin to swell with excruciating boils. Fred Weasley who caught me when Warrington purposely collided into me, causing me to fall off my broom. Fred Weasley who I thought liked me because of my personality... thought.... or rather hoped.

I didn't know whether or not to be angry. We aren't really on a boyfriend- girlfriend relationship, I mean, we've been pretty close after the Yule Ball, but nothing else... yet. What really started to bug me was the whisperumors going about. And the way Fred looks at me, as if.... I shuddered I know I should be somewhat flattered, but somehow, I still feel angry and insecure. Insecure. Angelina Johnson. You don't usually hear those two terms together. It sounds strange, but it's true. I know my beauty won't last long and it makes afraid that he might.. leave.. me... or fall in love with someone else. I suppose I'm still in the nerve-wrecking phase where you don't know whether or not your infatuation really likes you or not.

I step away from the mirror, like stepping back from a foreign object that you don't know and resume my pacing. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Pass the window once. Again-

Freezing in my tracks, I snapped my head to the side, peering out the window. Two people were walking outside in the Quidditch Field, looking extremely immersed with each other. One was Alicia and the other-

I gasped and pulled away. No. It had to be George. It had to be George. I bit my lip to keep it from trembling. No, George told me he was suppose to be helping Sprout because he he was messing around in Herbology. So that means-

Fred. Was that why he asked if we could come back from Hogsmeade earlier? Not because of the Slytherin team taunting us wherever we went as revenge for beating them last week? Did he finally come to his senses as I hoped he would and love with his heart, not -um- groin?

"But I wanted him to love me!" I groaned, voice croaking unnaturally.

"What are you talking about, Angelina?"

I blinked, looking at the door. Katie was standing in the middle of the frame, Transfiguration book in her hand and a questioning look on her face.

"N-nothing," I mumbled, "Back so soon?"

"Yeah, I think Davies was getting rather irked," she smirked, "But I think I'm getting Human Transfiguration now." She walked over, sitting next to me, and hugged her legs to her. "Where's Fred?" I shrugged. Silence. Then-

"Okay, what happened?" she frowned at me. I shrugged again. She stared at me. I know this method. Katie's quite patient when it comes to this sort of thing. She didn't have to wait long. I was ready to burst, but keeping my dignitiy, I looked away.

"You know, I've been talking with Davies," she said in a sort of drawl, "And he -er- sort of asked if -er- you and-"

"There's nothing between me and Fred," I snapped, my voice rising several octaves higher. "Nothing before, nothing now."

"Riiiight," she replied skeptically. I glared at her. She sobered and put an arm around me. "Forget what everyone says, Angelina," she smiled at me, "You know Fred really likes you for you."

"No, he doesn't," I mumbled, putting my hands in my face. "He likes Alicia. He saw through my pretty- pretty- face," I spat, "like I wanted him to, but he- he just didn't like it." I bit my lip feeling tears sting into my eyes.

"What makes you say that?"

"I- I saw them together and well...." I trailed off.

"Oh, come off it, Alicia knows how much you like Fred, she wouldn't-"
"Can't say that I blame her," I sniffed. Katie sighed.

"Look, I'll even prove it to you," she grabbed my hand and pulled my to the door, "Where's Fred, I'll ask him-"

"WHAT?!" I shrieked, hanging onto the doorway with an arm.

"Come on, Angelina!" Katie whined, tugging me outside.

"No way," I snarled. She must think I'd be crazy to agree with her. "There is no way in hell are you going to get me to go down there and ask him!"

FRED's POV

"Oy! George!" I rolled my eyes, but spun around anyway. I spotted Lee running towards me, waving his arm. "Slow down," he panted putting his hands on his knees for support. "Blimey, my back hurts," he scowled. "Had to clean the whole trophy room, mind you, so no cracks about the smell. Then I had a run-in with Filch when I was trailing left-over polish everywhere the castle, just got away from him now." He stood up. "What've you been up to, George?"
"I'm Fred, you prat," I crossed my arms trying to look very indignant. He raised his eyebrows.

"I thought you were with Ms. Johnson at Hogsmeade," he smirked, "Ditched you, did she?"

"No," I growled, feeling my cheeks burn nonetheless. "The Slytherins were stalking us so we left early. Then she got kind of upset about something someone said and-"

"Ditched you."

"She did not!" I glared at him. "She was really upset, so I figured she wanted some time alone."

"Who is it this time?" Lee asked curiously.

"LeBlanc," I replied darkly as Lee began to snicker.

"Seventh year, Hufflepuff, aye?" Lee smirked. "The one always flirting and winking around every single available guy in Hogwarts? You gotta admit, though, she's one of the prettiest girls in our year."

"Your point? Beauty isn't everything," I snapped.

"You know she kinda takes a fancy to you...." Lee trailed off.

"Look, Lee, I don't think I could ever.. well, she's just a pretty face," I shook my head.

"Yeah, well I think I know a girl who you wouldn't think has just a pretty face," Lee said trying to look as if he was thinking hard. I could just imagine my face turning a despicable color of red. He put a finger to his chin, stroking an imaginary beard, "I might be wrong, but I believe her name was Ange-"

Clenching my fists, I was about to yell at him, but someone else seemed to be eager to do that job for me.

ANGELINA's POV

"I can't believe you got me down here," I groaned as Katie dragged me out of the Common Room. With a little bit of blackmail, she did it, don't ask how, but she did it.

"So what exactly are you planning to do, Katie," I said narrowing my eyes, "Go up to Fred and ask him about his personal love-life? That would really be tactful, 'Hi, Fred, Angelina and I were wondering if there was anything between you and Alicia considering the fact that you guys were practically devouring each other on the Quidditch Field-"

"Shut up, already!" Katie hissed, hauling me to the corner as we heard voices close by. Peering past the bend, she whispered, "It's Lee and Geor- no- Fred." Peering past the corner, I strained my ears to hear what they were saying.

"... one of the prettiest girls in our year," Lee was saying. He had to be talking about me. I don't mean to sound conceded but he had called me that before.

"Gotta be you," Katie was murmuring to me.

"You're point? Beauty isn't everything," Fred glared at Lee who shrugged. I felt my mouth go dry. I didn't like where this conversation was leading to. Katie's eyes were wide and she wouldn't look at me.

"You know she kinda takes a fancy to you," Lee replied rather delicately.

"Look, Lee," Fred seemed rather exasperated, "I don't think I could ever.... well, she's just a pretty face." I noticed how much emphasis he put on 'just'. I blinked back tears, trying to erase from my memory what he just said. It was no use. Drifting off into a state of utter misery, I didn't bother to hear what Lee would say next. I felt my knees buckle and I grasped Katie's arm quite hard, my nails digging into her skin, and she squealed loud enough for them to hear. Dammit. The two stopped talking and whirled around the corner.

"Katie?! Angelina?! What the hell are you two doing?!"

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