Chapter 1: Dating One, Snogging the Other

Angelina Johnson ran down the secret passageway leading to Hogwarts Castle from Aberforth Dumbledore's pub. She had been mentally preparing herself for battle ever since she had received a message from her old DA coin saying that Harry Potter was back. This was also a chance to make sure her boyfriend, Fred Weasley, was safe.

She climbed out of the portrait hole on the other side, dropping into the Room of Requirement. Students were running about, preparing for battle. Harry, Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be seen, but friends informed her that Harry had gone off to find something that would help him destroy Voldemort, while Ron and Hermione had raced away saying something about a bathroom. About bloody time, Angelina smirked, picturing Ron shagging Hermione up against a stall. Now or never when it comes to love I suppose.

There was a sudden rumble as the castle began to shake. The Death Eaters were coming, starting to penetrate the magical defenses that had been put up around the school. Some students began screaming, but most roared battle cries, relishing the fight. As the sound of curses began to be heard outside, people began streaming out of the room to join in the scrimmage. Angelina's search for Fred intensified now. At last she found him.

"Fred!" she called as she reached out to him, ready to give him a good song. But when she spun the redhead around, it turned out to be George - missing ear and all. Angelina was annoyed. Even before George's accident, she had always been able to tell the two apart.

"George, have you seen Fred?" she asked.

"He left ages ago to help Dad in the grounds."

Angelina frowned as another rumble shook the castle. Screams followed. They were alone in the Room of Requirement now. "I'm going to go look for him," she decided. Another rumble made her lose her balance and she grabbed onto a window-ledge. George helped her to her feet. The two chanced a glance outside. Flashes of curses could be seen everywhere; a fire had already started on a turret on the other side of the school.

"Merlin almighty," Angelina breathed. "This is it."

"Yeah, I guess it is," George replied.

"I have to go find Fred-"

"Wait a minute!" George grabbed her by the arm and she turned to face him. "I need to get something off my chest first." He stared at Angelina, taking in her chocolate-brown skin and eyes, high forehead, and ebony-black hair. "Angelina…I bloody well fancy you!"

Angelina stared at him, speechless. "George, I-"

"Don't tell Fred," George said, and before Angelina could react, he seized her by the waist and pulled her flush against him. And then George pushed his lips forcefully against her in a passionate kiss. Angelina's eyes bulged. She squealed into his mouth and tried to push him away, but years of Quidditch had made him strong. He rested his hands against her bum at first, but quickly traveled down to the back of her thighs, so he could get the right leverage. George then hoisted Angelina up into the air; Angelina had no choice but to put her arms around his neck. In that moment, she began to feel strangely calm. Her long legs wrapped around George's waist so that she could steady herself. And, then with hands cupping the side of his face, she began to kiss him back. Her hands tangled in his hair, played with the wound of his missing ear. Suddenly, snogging George Weasley felt so good.

"Mmmm….." she moaned sensuously, and when they broke apart, she whimpered from the lack of contact.

"I love you, Ange," George whispered. He gracefully set her down, gave her brief peck on the lips, and then he was gone.

Angelina stared after him, stunned. Kissing him was similar to kissing Fred, but different too: a strange, exciting different. And it had felt so wonderful.

Angelina suddenly gasped. Her hand flew to her mouth that had just been kissed moments before. She blushed and then blanched in seconds. Oh, Merlin! She was dating one Weasley, but had now snogged and fallen in love with the other. She had to do something. She could not lose them - either of them - in this battle.

A little while later, Angelina was running through Hogwarts, dodging and shooting curses to stay alive. She soon reached the Entrance Hall and made her way down the partly demolished staircase. Through the haze, she suddenly spotted a crop of red hair with an ear wound. George, fighting bravely. At the sight of him, her heart leapt and she ran to him. George dispatched a Death Eater and saw her approach. He raced to meet her.

"Angelina! We have to find Fred before-"

Before he could say anything more, Angelina had thrown her arms around him and crashed her lips down onto his, kissing him full on the mouth. She whimpered as they captured and released, her hands stroking along his jaw. George pulled away to stare at her, but Angelina yanked her back to him and resumed their kissing. Her hands danced along his neck and jawline. They were kissing desperately now, groaning; it was possible they might die at any moment. Angelina rested her hand on George's shoulder and pushed off his robes so his chest was bared in front of her. She broke apart for the briefest instant to disrobe her and the kissing began again immediately. Now both topless and in cross fire, George dragged himself and his love out of harm's way and into the passageway behind the hump-backed witch. Sealing it with a protection charm, he and Angelina began to have sex; both shagging each other against the wall into neither of them could walk.