Kare Kanojo no Jijo

Kare no Jijou: His Situation

Part 1

By KnightHunter

Fred jumped when a hand grabbed his shoulder and whirled him around. He was speechless as he stared into the deep brown eyes of a very pissed off female chaser.

'What'd I do now?' he thought to himself as she grabbed the robes at the base of his neck and shoved him into a nearby wall.

"Where's Fred?" Angelina asked menacingly, shoving him harder against the wall.

If it could have been possible his jaw would have dropped the floor. As it was, all he could manage was to stare at her blankly, mouth agape in shock. "B-but, but, I'm-" he just couldn't believe it. "Angelina, I'm Fred."

"Come off it, George, do you think I'm stupid?" she hissed as she tightened her grip on his robes. "I've always been able to tell you two apart."

"I know!" Fred gasped, the colour draining from his face. "Angelina, really, it's me, Fred!"

"George, I know you love your brother dearly, but now is not the time to try to cover for him," she said angrily as she continued to tighten her grip.

Fred was starting to panic. He didn't know why she was so angry, or what he could have possibly have done. What bothered him most was that she kept thinking he was George. Ever since their first year at Hogwarts she could tell them apart, even if their backs were turned. She was also the only person he knew that could tell them apart just by voice. Maybe her judgement was clouded by anger. Whatever was going on, it must be fairly bad. He had to do something quickly, her grip on him was becoming painful and she was getting close to strangling him.

'Well, two can play at that game,' he thought as he lifted his arms and grabbed Angelina by the wrists. With cat-like reflexes Angelina shook free of his grip and shoved him back against the wall, her hands slamming into his shoulders roughly.

"I'm not playing around, George!" Angelina shouted angrily.

Fred couldn't help it. Even though his neck was sore and his shoulders were screaming in pain, even though Angelina was two seconds away from beating the stuffing out of him for some unknown offence; he couldn't stop smiling.

Maybe it was because the fact that he had an extremely large crush on the tall, dark, and beautiful girl. And that she was desperately looking for him. Just knowing that she would beat his twin brother to a pulp so she could find him touched his heart in some odd way. She was so close, and he couldn't help but think at how appealing she looked when she was angry.

"I don't know where he is, quite honestly," Fred answered truthfully. He didn’t have a clue where George was, but when he found him he'd gladly point him in Angelina's direction.

"You're lying." Her eyes narrowed as she eyed him suspiciously.

"Completely honest. But whatever is going on between you and Fred is no cause for you to pummel me into the wall," Fred said, trying to act and sound as much like George as possible. He smiled again as he realised he didn't have to try; she already thought he was George.

Angelina took a deep breath and sighed dejectedly. Her body seemed to relax a bit and her grip on his shoulders softened. "You don't know where he is?" she asked, her voice a slightly softer than normal.

"What's going on?" Fred asked, trying not to sound too curious even though he was dying to know.

At that she let go of his shoulders and turned her back to him. "Sorry about that. I was just so angry, and you were the first one I saw." She sounded like she was about to cry.

"What did he do? What happened?" he asked. 'Whatever it was, George is going to die,' he thought angrily.

"It's not his fault really, at least I don't think…" Angelina faltered as she pulled out a crumpled strip of parchment and handed it to him.

His heart stopped.

It was a letter. A letter he had written, but had never intended to be read. He had written it a week ago, but he thought had he got rid of it. His mind began to race as he wondered how it had ended up in her hands.

Angelina- I just wanted you to know that I love you. Not just because you are funny, caring, and tough as nails. Not just because you are heartrendingly beautiful. But because you are special. You are a rare gem that no one has discovered yet. You are already beginning to shine in your own way.

I remember when I first met you. You beat the living daylights out of me on the train for turning your white kitten purple. You were too tall, too skinny, and your hair was thick and untamed. Even so, you were pretty then, although no one had noticed yet. You were “that black girl from a Muggle family”. You had such a hard time in your first year. You had to be first in everything, the best at everything; you never let anyone get close to you.

I thought you hated me then. Somehow I just had to keep trying, even after George and Lee gave up. I think I was obsessed with trying to make you laugh, make you smile. Now that I look back I was probably very annoying. I never did get you to smile that first year. Second year you were different. More confident about just being you, I think. You smiled at me as I got on the train. I fell in love with you right at that moment. You have the warmest smile; a smile from you could make anything look brighter. I dragged Lee and George over so we could sit with you. And I think they fell in love with you as much as I did. Charming, funny, and sweet. I didn't take much to win them over. They saw the person that I had seen hiding the year before. You made so many friends so quickly; it was a piece of cake for you. You opened yourself, and everyone was drawn to you. People fought just for a chance to sit next to you.

Quidditch. You were an amazing Chaser even back then. That was where the inner strength you carried shone through. You showed no fear, even when the odds were against you. You played harder than anyone else, pushed everyone harder, owned every play. I remember when you were hit by a bludger and got knocked off your broom. You just got up and kept playing. You had a shattered knee and a ruined arm yet you still managed to score three times before Hooch pulled you out of the game. Wood thought you were mental. They all did. Except for me. I wouldn't have expected anything else from you; the only way for you not to get back on that broom was if you were knocked unconscious. You are so very strong, determined, and stubborn as hell.

It's not hard for me to love you.

The rest of the letter was missing. He was horrified; he knew she had read it already. She recognised his handwriting. Was that why she was raging?

"A Slytherin in my Potions class had this. He thought it was really quite funny. He read the whole thing to Snape and the entire class. Everyone was laughing. I was horrified. He kept saying he wrote it, but I knew he was lying."

A feeling of dread began to fill his senses. "And what happened then?"

"I called him a liar, ripped the letter from his hands and punched the hell out of him."

"In front of Snape," Fred whispered, full of surprise. Angelina turned back around and smiled slightly.

"Snape gave Gryffindor ten points. He said it had been a long time since he'd seen a girl punish a boy like that."

"Why so annoyed then?"

"If he really felt this way about me, why didn't he just tell me?" she asked, almost painfully. "Instead of writing a lengthy letter expressing his love, only to leave it somewhere where anyone could find it? Furthermore," she added, causing Fred to wince, "he managed to write it in a way that anyone who read the letter would know who the person was writing about, and yet not know who wrote the damn thing."

"Except for you," Fred said light-heartedly.

"Yes, after everyone in the whole school had read the letter. All day I've either been asked if I knew who wrote it or if I liked having a secret admirer." She sighed angrily. "That letter was personal; it shouldn't have been passed around like that. Make sure Fred gets it back."

All Fred could do was stare at her back as she walked down the corridor. How did someone find it? Where was the rest of the letter? He racked his brain. He had written it a week ago in the common room and then ripped it in half. He had decided to burn it after everyone went to bed. He’d put it into his inner robe pocket. And then he couldn't remember doing anything else with it; he’d never got around to burning it. There had been an impromptu Quidditch game that night which had completely driven the matter of the letter from his mind.

The Quidditch game. During which half of the letter might well have fallen out of his pocket onto the field. Where anyone could have found it. He sank to the floor. What should he do? Find Angelina? His heart froze at the very thought of that idea. He sighed and reached into the pocket of his robes. There was a crumpled piece of parchment; he opened it thinking it was the rest of his letter.

I love you, too.

Angelina

Fred read the sentence over and over, trying to work out how it got there. Why was it there? Who put it there? He thought about it and suddenly realised he had just been had. If there were rumours about Angelina flying around all day, why hadn't he heard about them? Snape had never been known to give a Gryffindor ten points for any reason. Angelina could have slipped that note into his pocket when she attacked him, pretending that she thought he was George. This was all a big joke. A joke that only the warped mind of his brother could have come up with.

"Okay, George, Lee, where are you two?" Fred asked, as he stood up feeling horribly embarrassed.

As if in response, two boys fell out from behind two stone columns laughing hysterically.

"Did you see his face?" Lee asked, slapping the column for emphasis.

"Looked like the world ended," George answered, grinning maniacally.

"Angelina was amazing. She could have fooled even us," Lee said as George nodded his head in agreement.

"How? Why?" all Fred was could manage to ask.

"I found the letter in my robe pocket six days ago. The robe you borrowed," George answered. "It took me a while to decide what to do with it. I finally just gave it to Angelina. It was addressed to her anyway."

Lee smiled, "Angelina beat us up for reading it, but we could tell she was happy about it. She's always liked you."

George continued laughing. "The whole thing was my idea. Angelina wanted to tell you about the letter, but knew you'd be horrified that she knew how you felt. Especially since that would mean she'd have to confess that she felt the same way."

"I hate you gits," Fred announced. He must have been smiling like an idiot. He certainly felt as if he was. She loved him. And she knew that he loved her. Life was good. Life was really good.

"You're welcome," George and Lee said in unison.

"I said 'hate you' not 'thank you’," he said laughing.

"We know you're grateful about us helping you two get together and everything, but really it was nothing," Lee smirked, slapping Fred on the shoulder.

"So where is she?" Fred asked, looking down the corridor in the direction Angelina had left in.

"Probably at Chaser practice,” George said as they started to walk down the corridor. "Got to admire her though, she pulled this little joke on you and still managed to finish in time to make it to practice."

"Wood would throw a fit if she was late," Fred said, trying to not sound as disappointed as he felt.

"We could go down to the field and watch," George suggested.

"What if Wood sees us?" Fred asked. "I really don't feel up to playing Quidditch right now."

"She really went for you," Lee said with a laugh. "Shoulders a bit sore?"

"Sore isn't even close," Fred groaned. "For a joke she slammed me pretty hard."

"Don't worry, Fred," George said as he slapped Fred hard on the shoulder. "You can talk to her tomorrow."

"Right, tomorrow."

To Be Continued

Next Episode:

How did Angelina find out? Why did George get involved in the first place? In the next Kare Kanojo no Jijo: Her Situation.