This fic is second generation, using J.K. Rowling's world and characters with the exception of a few.

A reference chart for 2nd Gen characters, all names are cannon and all ages are as cannon as has been given. Houses are chosen by me, assume Gryffindor unless otherwise specified. This Fic takes place in 2023.

Bill + Fleur

Victoire - 23

Dominique – 19

Louis – 18

Percy + Audrey

Molly – 17 Ravenclaw

Lucy – 14

George + Angelina

Fred – 16

Roxanne – 14

Ron + Hermione

Rose – 17

Hugo – 15

Harry +Ginny

James – 18

Albus – 17

Lily – 15

Luna + Rolph

Lorcan – 13 Ravenclaw

Lysander – 13 Gryffindor

Fred and Angel left the common room, much to the disappointment of many fellow Gryffindors.

"We were enjoying that!" a fourth year girl named Lei called out.

This made Fred go bright red and he glanced at Angel to see her laugh at his embarrassment. She led him town the corridor and pulled him behind a suit of armor.

"Why did you kiss me?" she asked, smiling and looking up at him, hoping he would finally just get it over with and ask her out.

"Because I wanted to, I really like you Angel." He told her matter of factly, looking down at her and into her eyes. The conversation wasn't quite where she wanted it… yet, but it was a good start.

"Good because I like you, I always have." She smiled back up at him trying to continue to nudge the conversation her way.

"Doesn't this look like the perfect snogging spot to you?" Fred asked her playfully, looking around at how concealed they were behind the massive suit of armor she had pulled him behind.

Angel leaned forwards and placed her lips on his softly before whispering, "Yes, it does." She wouldn't put up with him only using her for a good snog and not committing to anything for long, but for now, she couldn't turn down a good snog from Fred Weasley. He was now deepening the kiss and leading her back toward the wall behind them. Angel fell against the wall with such a force that her legs fell from under her, knocking her to the floor. He grasped the back of her shirt and pulled her to her feet once more. He began bringing himself into her causing her to moan and her juices to start gathering between her legs. He continued to touch her and tease her, not bothering to care who could potentially see them from the corridor. She wanted him. She wanted him like she had never wanted anyone before. She had never wanted someone so much that she would be willing to go all the way with them, but now all she wanted was to feel Fred inside of her. It was an ache, she couldn't bare it any longer.

"Please..." she sobbed, "Please, please, please, please." She could see the grin spreading on Fred's face and knew he wanted it too when all of a sudden she felt two arms, that most certainly were not Fred's grab her from behind.

"Let me go!" she cried out in panic. She turned her head to see who her captor was only to see the face of her awful, annoying older brother.

"Prescott!" What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded. He let her go and she swung around to face him, noticing that Fred had made a run for it.

"Protecting you." He said simply. "And watch your language missy." He scolded.

"For merlin's sake, you do not have the right to tell me what kind of language I can use, and I do NOT call that protecting! I am allowed to do whatever I want with whoever I want and you have no say in it!" She was yelling now, he was always butting in her life, she was getting sick of it. She ran after Fred back to the Gryffindor common room before he could even respond.

By the time she arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady she was doubled over and completely out of breath.

"Harry- Potter" she managed to breathe out the password and the portrait swung open for her. She climbed through the portrait hole and scanned the common room for a furious or upset Fred, only to find no Fred at all. Perhaps he was so humiliated by her ridiculous brother that he didn't want to see her any more. She sat down by the fire in a cozy arm chair in hopes that he would appear. She stared at the flames, trying her hardest to think about something other than Fred and her stupid brother; she even tried practising her silencing charm on Professor Longbottom's escaped toad to kill time.

After a whole Fred free hour, she gave up hope and climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitory, completely exhausted. 'Urgh, I'm going straight to bed when I get to my floor' she told herself as she climbed. But of course, she didn't, as she spent every night telling the other girls exactly what she and Fred did that day and tonight was certainly no exception.

She woke up the next morning not feeling at all as refreshed as she had been hoping for. The previous night's events were still swimming around in her head, and she couldn't help but look around anxiously for Fred in the common room when she went down there, or in the great hall when she sat down to breakfast.

On her way to her first class she went back through the years events that lead to this point. She had been trying to not let Fred get to her all through the fall months. The flirting, the seductive smiles, the funny jokes… seriously funny jokes, he sure knew how to make a girl laugh. That smouldering look he gave her when they caught each other eye's across the common room, those muscles that were far more defined than should be allowed under his quidditch robes… but she didn't let it get to her for so long, and she should have kept it that way. But no, she'd let him go ahead that November day. She had let him hold her in his arms in the warmest of hugs. She didn't pull away when his lips met her forehead, she had let whatever was going on continue through the rest of the winter months, hoping for more.

Prescott, it had seemed was avoiding her too, and surprisingly she missed him. She saw him a few times in the hall and went to smile at him only catching his quick icy glare before he turned back to his friends. Just yesterday she would have said she would be glad for her brother's avoidance, but she soon discovered that she really didn't like it at all. So she bickered with him, she still loved him and didn't want him mad at her. Though, she thought, she should have seen it coming, he loved being her over protective brother and he couldn't stand anything that tried to get in his way. Her being the one to do it made it that much worse.

And what about Fred? Why was he avoiding her? She didn't do anything to him. She didn't call her brother to break up their snogging fest, where was he? She felt a little ashamed that she had let it go so far while he once again avoided making any sort of commitment. And once again Angel found herself questioning his avoidance. Was there another girl? She wasn't sure she could handle that again.

It was after dinner now and she was lounging in an armchair again by the fireplace in the common room lost in her thoughts, she let them wander back to the incident last year where she had been cheated on. It was pretty rough, even if she was young and it may not have been the most serious of relationships, it still stung. She had been dating a boy a year younger than her, he probably didn't even really know what it meant to be in a relationship, she really was being stupid about how much it had affected her, but it was the other girl that had made it so bad. She was awful. Helen Zamojski. She was polish, and pretty, her dad was a famous quidditch player, and she was without a doubt the most popular girl in her year. She had been in third year, same as Brian (the ex in question). After Angel and Brian broke up, Helen always shot glances at Angel when she talked about him, a cruel smile on her lips.

Thinking about last year's incident made her imagination start to run with this year's situation with Fred. She started picturing him with different girls in his year; she started reading far too much into things than was realistic. These images and thoughts were enough to start the tears, running down her face; she didn't want to be made a fool of again. She was glad the common room had been cleared out save for a few second years working on homework in the back corner. She laid there crying and feeling like a fool for what felt like hours.

Colby was the first one to find me. He tried to talk to me for a while, and I was very grateful for his attempts to cheer me up, he was my best friend and I knew he really wanted to see everything work out for me. He had never been cheated on, but he could still relate. He was just as upset if not more when he had to see Roxanne with other guys before they had started dating. He eventually gave up, gave me a hug, went up to his dormitory and let me continue to stew.

Roxanne was the second (and last) one to find me. She took one look at me and pulled me into a hug. Of course, Roxanne was the one to break the silence.

"You know I'd do just about anything to get that smile back on your face right? I could shave Fred's eyebrows off and dye his hair bright pink if it'll make you smile… despite the wrath I'd face from Mum." I burst out laughing at the mental image. Roxanne was Fred's younger sister and looking back on the pranks they had pulled on each other in the past. She would not put it past her to actually do that it him.

"We really shouldn't think of prank ideas. I think one more Howler from your mom would land you in detention, Professor Gamble hates those things." Angel had noticed the looks he had been giving her every time that red envelope exploded in the great hall.

"Are you sure?" A little Polyjuice Potion, a Silencio charm, and a stunning spell would be great for a midnight scare." Roxanne prodded.

"As nice as that sounds… I would really rather rewind a day or two; besides it's not just Fred, I'm in a bit of a row with Prescott too. He's not even speaking to me." She told her dejectedly.

"What? Why? What happened, you guys are the closest siblings I know." Roxanne frowned at this news.

"Well, I finally told him off for being too protective, I told him…" Adrina looked a little sheepish now, "I could do what I what with whoever I want." She finished.

"Angel, I didn't know you had it in you. But good for you! You know what, you're right!"

"Really?" Angel perked up, looking surprised.

"Yeah! I mean, as much as I don't want to think of you doing anything with my brother, it's your right to choose, and no one should be able to tell you otherwise. Fred can get over protective of me sometimes too and to a certain degree it's nice, but when he scares off guys that are actually trying to ask me to the ball… well, it's just ridiculous!" she fumed, thinking back to October when she ended up dateless for the Halloween Ball. "Sorry, I know, this isn't about me, it's about you! And you should be allowed to snog my brother if you want and Prescott will just have to suck it up!" Roxanne told her defiantly. Angel giggled a little at this before pointing out the potential problem she was facing and the main reason for her miserable mood.

"Yeah… well what of your brother doesn't want to snog me?" she asked, finally revealing her fears.

"What?" Roxanne looked flabbergasted. "Of course he does!" she was practically yelling now. "Oh Angel, you're all he ever talks about."

"Really?" Angel was sceptical, Roxanne has been telling her everything she wanted to hear, but how much truth was in it?

"Yes, really." She confirmed, her face turning serious. "You can ask any of our cousins if you don't believe me. Albus will tell you, Christmas was ridiculous, 'Angel this' and 'Angel that'. Grandma Weasley thought it was cute, most of us were thoroughly annoyed." Roxanne told her.

"Maybe…" Angel was becoming hopeful but with the idea of another possible girl in her head. "But that was at Christmas, but what about now?" she asked her, looking quite sad.

"Oh, I only wish he had dropped it, Rose couldn't even have a whole quidditch conversation with him without you coming up just yesterday," Roxanne reassured her. Angel found this to be fairly convincing and decided to let the news cheer her up so that she could go to sleep and she would leave her scepticism for later. She gave her friend a big hug and thanked her before heading up to her dormitory, sneaking in trying not to wake the other girls, and slipped into bed into a much more sound sleep that she had expected.