Fred Weasley woke up one morning with a tremendous headache, and feeling that this day couldn't end fast enough, he turned around in his king-size bed and found himself breathing into a long black hair. Sneezing, he sat up and saw a long curvy body under the quilt. He didn't see who it was, but he understood what he had been doing the previous night. He blushed. Oh well, ever since that day he broke up with Alicia Spinnet, he hadn't dated anyone – and definitely not someone this beautiful.

He let a long finger walk up the woman's back, playing with her hair. Suddenly, the young woman yawned and said sleepily:

"Don't do that, Fred, it tickles." Something cold went down Fred's spine, and he said horrified:

"Angelina!" She turned around and looked at him with brown eyes behind long eyelashes and smiled.

"What?"

"I… I…" Fred stuttered, "What are you doing here?"

"In your bed, or here at all?" she wondered, and came closer. Her hair tickled him on his chest.

"No, no, no, wait a sec", Fred said. "Don't do that, I want an answer first. What are you doing here at all? I saw you flirt with George last night."

"So you do remember the party?" Angelina answered with another smile. "I thought you would have forgotten that now, considering just how much alcohol you consumed."

"So that's why my head is pounding!" Angelina laughed and came so close to him that he could feel her body heat.

"Angie, please!" he begged, "Answer my question."

She sighed. "All right, I will. You were so drunk – and I don't know why, has it to do with Alicia? - and since no one seemed to want to take you home, I did it."

"How did you get into…?" Fred did a gesture, including his home and bed.

"I borrowed your keys. And believe or not, but you were able to make love after all that alcohol." He blushed so hard that the colour matched his hair.

"Angie, I'm really sorry, I…"

"No, it's okay", she said and laid a finger over his lips to make him quiet. "I liked it."

He breathed in so hard that he started to cough. She laughed.

"Do you always become so red in your face when women say that?"

"Angie, listen. I don't know how this happened, but I'm very sorry, and I guarantee that it won't happen again." She looked crossly at him.

"Won't happen again?" she said in disbelief. "After everything you said to me last night?"

"I don't even remember that I made love with you, for God's sake!" Fred said moaning. "And besides, since when are we so confident with each other? Last time I spoke with you, you turned your back on me."

"You flirted with me, Fred! And I thought that you still liked me after…" Angelina started to cry silently. She got out of bed, and with the sheet wrapped around her body she hurried into the bathroom. On the way she picked up her dress which had landed on the floor the previous night. Fred couldn't help it; he had been so drunk that he didn't even remembered having made love with Angelina. She slammed the bathroom door shut. Fred got out of bed and walked towards the door.

"Angie", he said with a low voice. "Please, come out. This doesn't improve things."

"Damn you!" Angelina shouted at him through the door. "I trusted you!"

"I was drunk", he said carefully. "Angie, sweetie, please come out so we can talk it through like adults."

Angelina opened the door. Her eyes were red and she looked very angry.

"I'm going now", she said, turned away from Fred and picked up her handbag from the floor. Fred grabbed her around the wrist, and pulled her closer.

"Angelina, listen to me. I was drunk last night. I didn't know what I was doing. You said that you liked it." She nodded, but turned her face away from him. He forced her to look at him.

"What if", he said and his voice became low and hoarse, "what if we try it again, now that I'm not drunk? It would be an honour."

She stared at him in disbelief. Fred came a bit closer, and then, very slowly, he kissed her. She didn't resist, nor did she stop him when he lifted her up in his arms and carried her back to the bed.

A few seconds later her dress was on the floor again.

Afterwards, Fred lay still on his back, with Angelina lying across his chest, looking up at him.

"Why?" she whispered. "Why didn't you let me go?" He kissed her thoughtfully on the forehead and stroke her hair.

"I…" he blushed. "No, I shouldn't say it."

"Please?" she said and took his hand. She stroke it slowly over his thumb. He shivered, and continued.

"I wanted to know… how it felt making love to you. Without being drunk."

"Fred…"

"Angie", he interrupted her, "I love you. I've just been too cowardly to tell you before."

She sat up, leaned on her elbow, and smiled down on him.

"I've waited for those words for years, Fred." He threw an amazed glance and then looked away.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"It didn't seem right. Besides, I didn't want to force something on you if you didn't want it."

"I see." Fred sat up, yawned and looked at the alarm clock on the bedtime table. The red numbers showed 11.32 PM.

"Shit!" he said and jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.

"Fred?"

"I should have been at the shop for two hours ago! George will ask me where I've been, and I can't lie to him and – "

"Then just tell him." Angelina's voice was calm.

"What?" He frowned.

"Why not?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Well… It's just that…" He came back to the bed. "We're not used to each other yet," he said lowly, and sat down next to her. She leaned forwards and killed him softly.

"We could be", she smiled. He laughed and kissed her again.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing yet", she answered. "Why?" Her brown eyes glimmered.

"We'll meet here, and then we'll see if we'll do anything."

"When?"

"Seven?"

"Perfect." He kissed her and rushed into the bathroom. After a few minutes he came out

again and took his keys. Halfway out the door, he stopped.

"Can you lock the door when you go out?"

"Do you have an extra key?" Her smile provoked him.

"Somewhere. Why, do you want it?"

"If I may." Her smile meant more than one thing. He swallowed hardly.

"Just wait one sec." When he had found the key, Angelina was dressed.

"Here you go", he said. She kissed him softly, and all of a sudden he had trouble breathing.

"I'll see you tonight", she said and walked out of the room. He walked after her, and forgot to lock. Halfway down the first stairs he remembered, climbed up again and locked the door. He felt happier than ever before.