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Who: Fred and Angelina
What: Fred confesses, lies, and eventually everybody (but him) wins. Angie's just glad they're doing something to get George back.
When: Now?
The portrait Fred told Angelina to meet him behind was hard to miss if you were looking for it. He just hoped that she really would be looking for it so he didn't have her yelling at him about fake grumpy men with flowers (or, worse, about George). This conversation would probably be hard enough. He sighed, twirling his wand between his fingers, and waited.
Angelina passed the portrait once before realizing she had and going back to it. She went behind it and saw Fred was already waiting for her. "Sorry, I missed it first time round. Things on my mind and all."
"It's okay. Took George and I a while to find it at first, too." Fred pushed off the wall he was leaning against. "You okay?"
She nodded, "Yeah. Just....thinking about stuff I guess. George." She shrugged, "So. We're supposed to talk about him."
"Yeah... Are you talking to him yet, or are you two still fighting?" Fred tucked his wand away.
"I tried talking to him but it just got awkward. He's still pretty much ignoring me." She crossed her arms over her chest, "Has he said anything to you about me?"
"Are you kissing?" he asked. "George doesn't talk to me at all. The last time we did talk, we argued."
"No!" What kind of girl did he think she was? Even though she had to admit to herself that if he'd let her she'd kiss George in a heartbeat again. She missed him. "Oh. Well I thought he might've started talking to you again since he won't talk to me. Guess he's not talking to anyone."
"I was kidding, Angelina. You kissing my brother while you're arguing makes for rough and angry shagging. I don't think either of you are into that." He hesitated a moment before rubbing her arm. "I think you should try to talk to him... get back together."
"I..I want to. But every time I try he gets all quiet at me and then I just feel so stupid. And he'll probably never agree to getting back together. He thinks this is all my fault. He blames me for everything that's happened."
"It's..." This was the hardest thing to say, but Fred had to get it out. "It's nobody's fault but mine. Blame me for it."
Angelina frowned at him, "It's not all your fault either. Things obviously weren't that great if one little fight could break us up. He must've been blaming me for a while. And...I don't really know how much I can blame on you. Yeah, the stuff that happened at New Years and a little after, sure but not all of it."
"Actually..." Fred bit his lip, trying to find the right way to word things. "Okay, I'm just going to be blunt. I did it. I did everything." He paused. "Except the first few times George tried to kill us on the pitch. That was all him, but I did everything else. Including... what happened to Ginny."
"But...," Angelina looked at him, surprised, "That must've been why...oh god. No wonder George hates me." She glared at Fred, "How could you? How could you have let him take the fall for that?"
"Angelina, listen to me." Fred put his hands on her shoulders. "George pissed me off a bit before that practice and I was really just... I don't know, jealous? I hit the bludger and it changed directions and George hit one at the same time. He didn't look to see where it went, though, so I just... wanted some payback. I didn't think all this would happen."
"Well it did!" She shook his hands off and stepped back from him, "You really fucked up this time. Thanks to you George and I are over, and everyone blames him and in turn me for your sister being in the hospital wing. Have you even told anyone but me?"
"I told George," Fred said, seeing no reason to lie. "I told him to talk to you and tell you what I said, but he obviously didn't. I told him that I would take the blame... I can't help it if he wants to be some kind of self-righteous prick."
"He..he told, well yelled at me that I had two beaters and maybe I should think about that but...but I just thought he was being vicious. He was so angry." Angelina could feel her heart breaking all over again, "I don't know how I could make this up to him."
Fred didn't know what to do now, so he did the only thing he could think of. Reaching out, he grabbed Angelina's arm and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I can... I don't know, but I can do something. Make some kind of announcement and get it over with. I'll take the blame for everything."
Angelina slowly hugged him back and sniffled a little, "Do what you want, but it probably won't work. He's unreachable." She sighed, "Why can't this be easy? It's supposed to be simple, I'm the girlfriend, you're the brother, we get along and he talks to us both. But that's just not how it happened."
"Also my fault." Fred rubbed her back gently. "I shouldn't have kissed him. I thought he'd just laugh it off as a joke and nothing would change."
"Maybe if I hadn't made such a big deal about it..." There wasn't a point it talking about what-ifs. They'd done what they'd done and there wasn't anything they could do to change it. "We both just love him too much, I think. I don't want to let him go and I don't think you do either."
Fred let out a deep breath, taking a step back. "You said it before... I'm the brother, you're the girlfriend. I've been with him too long, so it's your turn now." He could suffer in silence. If George just got back to how he had been before, then it was fine. "He's yours."
"Don't make promises you won't keep," she said, staring at him sadly. "I don't want this to come back and mess things up again ten years down the road when you decide it's just too hard and give in to temptation. I can't do it again."
"Merlin, do you not trust me that much?" Fred scratched the back of his neck, and then spread his arms out. "Fine, you got me. I'm gay and for a while, but only for a while, did I have a thing for George." It was a lie and he hoped she'd buy it. "But he's my brother and I've realized that I miss him just as a brother. Nothing more. There's no more temptation."
She eyed him for a few minutes before nodding, "Fine. Okay. If George'll have me back I'll gladly go, and hopefully after you own up to things we can get back to normal." She reached out and awkwardly patted Fred's shoulder, "Maybe you need to find someone too. Just saying. Keep you distracted." And away from George, just in case, she thought.
"I'll own up to things first," he promised. "Then, or at the same time, I'll tell George to stop being bloody stubborn." She did have a point, though. He should be looking for someone, if only for a distraction. He offered a smile. "Know any gay men?" he asked teasingly.
"Just you, sorry, unless that little ponce Malfoy is gay" she said, smiling back. "But I'm sure you'll find someone, if not here then somewhere else. But thank you, for agreeing to own up. It'll help." She just might get George back after all.
Fred made a face at the mention of Malfoy. "I...uh, tried that. Under a potion George made, mind you. Malfoy is not gay and attempting to see if he was cost me three weeks of detention." He pulled Angelina in for another hug, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I hope it'll do more than help."
"Ewww! You and Malfoy? Geez maybe George did deserve the blame for what happened to Ginny after doing that to you." She hugged him back then stepped away, "It should. I think he might come around." She bit her lip and smiled shyly, "I really do love him. I mean, I think I do but...you know. We're young."
"I don't think he did it on purpose," Fred said with a laugh. "And hey, my mum and dad fell in love young. Just... tell George 'no' if he asks for a Quidditch team full of kids."
"Purpose or not it's still a lame thing to have happen to you." Angie laughed, 'Yeah, so not having seven kids. He can just borrow everyone else's if he wants a team."
"Or whatever nieces and nephews he has," he added. "Promise me one thing?"
"Sure."
"If you find out why he's... been looking at me odd, let me know?"
She nodded, "Yeah. I'd like to know myself. Maybe he'll tell me one day."
'One day' was not soon enough for Fred, but it would have to do. "Maybe."
"Hey, he's not even talking to me, let alone having deep conversations with me about why he looks at you like he does.”
Fred laughed. "Okay, you have a point, sorry."
"Of course I have a point. I'm me, remember?" She smiled at him and held out her hand, "Okay. Let's shake on it. You do what you promised, I'll do what I promised, and George will go along with it all because I said so. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Fred said, taking hold of her hand. "And if George doesn't go along with it? I can always threaten to fall in love with a Slytherin."
"Like your little brother? I don't know what he's thinking, hanging about with that Slytherin girl," she said, shaking her head. "Anyway, I think we're done here. I've got an ex-boyfriend to find."
Fred blinked. "Ron's hanging around a Slytherin?" He grinned. "Now, that's interesting..."
"You hadn't noticed?!" She gaped at him, "Where do you think he's been running off to lately? I saw him making eyes at her during a match, and he's been talking to her over the computer every so often."
"I ... was preoccupied with being mad at George, I guess." He made a mental note to talk to Ron about that.
"Well now you know. Could be a new project for you or something."
"Gee, thanks." He would rather do it with George. "I'll look into it, though."
"You're welcome," It'd give him something non-George related to do, and that made her happy. "Glad I could help."
"You're my captain and, most likely, my future sister-in-law. Gotta help where I can."
The words future sister-in-law gave her butterflies. "Yeah, well. That last bit kind of hinges on George."
"He'll stop being a prick eventually," Fred promised. He wasn't sure how that would work, but he would make it work.
"I hope." She smiled at him hopefully, "Thanks, again."
"What's a brother for?" Fred took a step back. "You go on ahead. I'd... rather not be around the other Gryffindors when I own up to this. I'll give them a few hours." The easiest way would be to post it on his computer and let the Hogwarts gossip team do their work.
"Okay. I'll see you later. Good luck with everything," She turned to leave, and waved goodbye to him as she stepped back in front of the portrait.
What: Fred confesses, lies, and eventually everybody (but him) wins. Angie's just glad they're doing something to get George back.
When: Now?
The portrait Fred told Angelina to meet him behind was hard to miss if you were looking for it. He just hoped that she really would be looking for it so he didn't have her yelling at him about fake grumpy men with flowers (or, worse, about George). This conversation would probably be hard enough. He sighed, twirling his wand between his fingers, and waited.
Angelina passed the portrait once before realizing she had and going back to it. She went behind it and saw Fred was already waiting for her. "Sorry, I missed it first time round. Things on my mind and all."
"It's okay. Took George and I a while to find it at first, too." Fred pushed off the wall he was leaning against. "You okay?"
She nodded, "Yeah. Just....thinking about stuff I guess. George." She shrugged, "So. We're supposed to talk about him."
"Yeah... Are you talking to him yet, or are you two still fighting?" Fred tucked his wand away.
"I tried talking to him but it just got awkward. He's still pretty much ignoring me." She crossed her arms over her chest, "Has he said anything to you about me?"
"Are you kissing?" he asked. "George doesn't talk to me at all. The last time we did talk, we argued."
"No!" What kind of girl did he think she was? Even though she had to admit to herself that if he'd let her she'd kiss George in a heartbeat again. She missed him. "Oh. Well I thought he might've started talking to you again since he won't talk to me. Guess he's not talking to anyone."
"I was kidding, Angelina. You kissing my brother while you're arguing makes for rough and angry shagging. I don't think either of you are into that." He hesitated a moment before rubbing her arm. "I think you should try to talk to him... get back together."
"I..I want to. But every time I try he gets all quiet at me and then I just feel so stupid. And he'll probably never agree to getting back together. He thinks this is all my fault. He blames me for everything that's happened."
"It's..." This was the hardest thing to say, but Fred had to get it out. "It's nobody's fault but mine. Blame me for it."
Angelina frowned at him, "It's not all your fault either. Things obviously weren't that great if one little fight could break us up. He must've been blaming me for a while. And...I don't really know how much I can blame on you. Yeah, the stuff that happened at New Years and a little after, sure but not all of it."
"Actually..." Fred bit his lip, trying to find the right way to word things. "Okay, I'm just going to be blunt. I did it. I did everything." He paused. "Except the first few times George tried to kill us on the pitch. That was all him, but I did everything else. Including... what happened to Ginny."
"But...," Angelina looked at him, surprised, "That must've been why...oh god. No wonder George hates me." She glared at Fred, "How could you? How could you have let him take the fall for that?"
"Angelina, listen to me." Fred put his hands on her shoulders. "George pissed me off a bit before that practice and I was really just... I don't know, jealous? I hit the bludger and it changed directions and George hit one at the same time. He didn't look to see where it went, though, so I just... wanted some payback. I didn't think all this would happen."
"Well it did!" She shook his hands off and stepped back from him, "You really fucked up this time. Thanks to you George and I are over, and everyone blames him and in turn me for your sister being in the hospital wing. Have you even told anyone but me?"
"I told George," Fred said, seeing no reason to lie. "I told him to talk to you and tell you what I said, but he obviously didn't. I told him that I would take the blame... I can't help it if he wants to be some kind of self-righteous prick."
"He..he told, well yelled at me that I had two beaters and maybe I should think about that but...but I just thought he was being vicious. He was so angry." Angelina could feel her heart breaking all over again, "I don't know how I could make this up to him."
Fred didn't know what to do now, so he did the only thing he could think of. Reaching out, he grabbed Angelina's arm and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I can... I don't know, but I can do something. Make some kind of announcement and get it over with. I'll take the blame for everything."
Angelina slowly hugged him back and sniffled a little, "Do what you want, but it probably won't work. He's unreachable." She sighed, "Why can't this be easy? It's supposed to be simple, I'm the girlfriend, you're the brother, we get along and he talks to us both. But that's just not how it happened."
"Also my fault." Fred rubbed her back gently. "I shouldn't have kissed him. I thought he'd just laugh it off as a joke and nothing would change."
"Maybe if I hadn't made such a big deal about it..." There wasn't a point it talking about what-ifs. They'd done what they'd done and there wasn't anything they could do to change it. "We both just love him too much, I think. I don't want to let him go and I don't think you do either."
Fred let out a deep breath, taking a step back. "You said it before... I'm the brother, you're the girlfriend. I've been with him too long, so it's your turn now." He could suffer in silence. If George just got back to how he had been before, then it was fine. "He's yours."
"Don't make promises you won't keep," she said, staring at him sadly. "I don't want this to come back and mess things up again ten years down the road when you decide it's just too hard and give in to temptation. I can't do it again."
"Merlin, do you not trust me that much?" Fred scratched the back of his neck, and then spread his arms out. "Fine, you got me. I'm gay and for a while, but only for a while, did I have a thing for George." It was a lie and he hoped she'd buy it. "But he's my brother and I've realized that I miss him just as a brother. Nothing more. There's no more temptation."
She eyed him for a few minutes before nodding, "Fine. Okay. If George'll have me back I'll gladly go, and hopefully after you own up to things we can get back to normal." She reached out and awkwardly patted Fred's shoulder, "Maybe you need to find someone too. Just saying. Keep you distracted." And away from George, just in case, she thought.
"I'll own up to things first," he promised. "Then, or at the same time, I'll tell George to stop being bloody stubborn." She did have a point, though. He should be looking for someone, if only for a distraction. He offered a smile. "Know any gay men?" he asked teasingly.
"Just you, sorry, unless that little ponce Malfoy is gay" she said, smiling back. "But I'm sure you'll find someone, if not here then somewhere else. But thank you, for agreeing to own up. It'll help." She just might get George back after all.
Fred made a face at the mention of Malfoy. "I...uh, tried that. Under a potion George made, mind you. Malfoy is not gay and attempting to see if he was cost me three weeks of detention." He pulled Angelina in for another hug, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I hope it'll do more than help."
"Ewww! You and Malfoy? Geez maybe George did deserve the blame for what happened to Ginny after doing that to you." She hugged him back then stepped away, "It should. I think he might come around." She bit her lip and smiled shyly, "I really do love him. I mean, I think I do but...you know. We're young."
"I don't think he did it on purpose," Fred said with a laugh. "And hey, my mum and dad fell in love young. Just... tell George 'no' if he asks for a Quidditch team full of kids."
"Purpose or not it's still a lame thing to have happen to you." Angie laughed, 'Yeah, so not having seven kids. He can just borrow everyone else's if he wants a team."
"Or whatever nieces and nephews he has," he added. "Promise me one thing?"
"Sure."
"If you find out why he's... been looking at me odd, let me know?"
She nodded, "Yeah. I'd like to know myself. Maybe he'll tell me one day."
'One day' was not soon enough for Fred, but it would have to do. "Maybe."
"Hey, he's not even talking to me, let alone having deep conversations with me about why he looks at you like he does.”
Fred laughed. "Okay, you have a point, sorry."
"Of course I have a point. I'm me, remember?" She smiled at him and held out her hand, "Okay. Let's shake on it. You do what you promised, I'll do what I promised, and George will go along with it all because I said so. Agreed?"
"Agreed," Fred said, taking hold of her hand. "And if George doesn't go along with it? I can always threaten to fall in love with a Slytherin."
"Like your little brother? I don't know what he's thinking, hanging about with that Slytherin girl," she said, shaking her head. "Anyway, I think we're done here. I've got an ex-boyfriend to find."
Fred blinked. "Ron's hanging around a Slytherin?" He grinned. "Now, that's interesting..."
"You hadn't noticed?!" She gaped at him, "Where do you think he's been running off to lately? I saw him making eyes at her during a match, and he's been talking to her over the computer every so often."
"I ... was preoccupied with being mad at George, I guess." He made a mental note to talk to Ron about that.
"Well now you know. Could be a new project for you or something."
"Gee, thanks." He would rather do it with George. "I'll look into it, though."
"You're welcome," It'd give him something non-George related to do, and that made her happy. "Glad I could help."
"You're my captain and, most likely, my future sister-in-law. Gotta help where I can."
The words future sister-in-law gave her butterflies. "Yeah, well. That last bit kind of hinges on George."
"He'll stop being a prick eventually," Fred promised. He wasn't sure how that would work, but he would make it work.
"I hope." She smiled at him hopefully, "Thanks, again."
"What's a brother for?" Fred took a step back. "You go on ahead. I'd... rather not be around the other Gryffindors when I own up to this. I'll give them a few hours." The easiest way would be to post it on his computer and let the Hogwarts gossip team do their work.
"Okay. I'll see you later. Good luck with everything," She turned to leave, and waved goodbye to him as she stepped back in front of the portrait.