A/N: OK, so, new fic! This is a collection of short little oneshots, each one is a different character pairing's first kiss. :) Enjoy (...and R&R)
The Timid Kiss
Angelina was everything Fred was not.
She was serious, and strong, and reserved, and clever and good in classes.
He was a prankster, outgoing, clever--but not bookish, and secretly a coward.
Very secretly, that is.
In fact, you weren't even supposed to know.
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Maybe, Fred mused, watching Angelina subtly behind a jug of juice as she tucked a braid back behind her ear, maybe it's the way she moves. Maybe it's that perfect way she holds her head, so that everyone knows she a force to be reckoned with. Maybe it's the way she flies, as though it's the only thing on her mind. Or maybe, he thought, as Angelina looked up from her food to cast a quizzical look at him, maybe it's the fact that whenever she does that my heart skips a beat in that awful, cliched manner.
Fred cleared his throat- "Er...Ange-" She looked up at him again, brown eyes curious. Oh no. Think fast. "Erm...do we have practice today?"
She frowned at him. "No, of course not. It's Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff today. You know, the match Wood's been talking about for weeks?"
He had known that. "Oh. Right. Of course."
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.
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"Yes-Yes!-YES!" The Gryffindors rose as one, cheering on the Ravenclaws as they flattened Hufflepuff. "We actually have a shot at the cup, now!" Angelina yelled to Fred over all the ruckus. "Excellent!" Fred shouted back, "Hey- fancy a walk, Ange? I can barely hear you!"
"Sure!"
They made their way down the stands into the slowly darkening grounds.
"Wood must be chuffed." Fred offered, lamely. "Yes," Angelina looked slightly surprised. "He must be--he was so upset after our first game." Fred seized this chance of normal conversation. "We all were! It was so-so..." He trailed off pathetically. Angelina stopped, and turned to face him. "Fred." She looked up at him, concern in hey eyes. "Is there something wrong? You're all...jittery."
"Er..." He was totally at a loss for words. How can I explain what you do to me? Suddenly, that wild urge, the side of him that never seemed to work around her, kicked in. Not even hesitating for a second thought, he leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. As he pulled away--it was barely a kiss, really--Angelina leaned forwards, before catching herself and glaring up at him. "About time."
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Later, as they lay side-by-side on the Quidditch pitch, fingers entwined, Fred was in an absolute state of disbelief and bliss. "You know," Angelina's voice sounded distinctly amused. Fred frowned. "Anytime I imagined you kissing me, you, Fred, a Weasley twin, prankster daredevil-" Fred grinned. "I see, my reputation precedes me."
"Shut up, you," Even through the darkness, he could hear the grin in her voice. "But anyways, anytime I imagined it it was anything but...timid." She giggled slightly, voice smug. Fred raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" Fred moved so fast that he clearly shocked Angelina, even with her quick Quidditch reflexes. He had pinned Angelina to the ground, arms resting on either side of her head. "Funny, I'd never thought of myself as 'timid' either." and with that, he dropped his head to her's and kissed her so thoroughly that Angelina slumped to the ground. "Ok," she gasped, a glazed look in her eyes, just before she pulled him back.
"You win."
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A/N: enjoyed? hated? review, either way. :) also: I am open to any suggested pairings, although I'm not a fan/writer of most slash/incest pairings. sorry. :(