Title: If Loving You Is Wrong
Summary: If loving your teacher is wrong, than Angelina doesn't want to be right. Professor Fred Weasley has trapped Angelina within a web of seduction, and she doesn't want to be free
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Harry Potter…however, J.K. Rowling needs to hurry the hell up and put out book 7 ASAP!!!!
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Angelina Johnson, seventh year Gryffindor student, wearily dragged herself into the Great Hall for breakfast. Spotting her best friends Alicia and Katie, she plopped down on the bench opposite them with such a heavy thud that caused Alicia to look up from her food and glare at her.
"Angelina, honestly." Alicia huffed as she cleaned up the mess of porridge that Angelina caused her to spill.
"Oh, lay off her, will ya?" Katie sighed as she stared disinterestedly at the slice of toast on her plate. "It's the first day of our last year at Hogwarts. Angelina has a right to be a little disheartened."
Angelina poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice. "It's not that. It's just…." She shrugged. "I dunno. Don't you guys just wonder what we're going to be doing with our lives when we graduate? We can't stay at Hogwarts forever."
Alicia and Katie exchanged glances and groaned in unison. "Not this again!" Katie cried aloud. "Can't we at least go one year without you bringing up the whole 'what are we going to do with our lives' speech?"
Alicia nodded. "Yeah, it's really getting old Ange. You've been saying the same thing since first year."
Angelina glared at her two best friends. "Well excuse me for looking out for our best interests."
"You know what you need, Ange?" Katie tapped a slender finger on her chin thoughtfully. "You need a man!"
"No, she doesn't." Alicia disagreed, causing Katie to pout slightly. "But speaking of men, who's that red head at the staff table?"
The three girls looked up to see an unfamiliar man with bright red hair that was long and shaggy in almost a sexy way. Angelina's eyes narrowed as she sized the man up. He couldn't have been much older than the seventh years attending Hogwarts.
As if Dumbledore could read her mind, he stood up and cleared his throat in an attempt to gather everyone's attention. It did not take long for the silence to cross the Great Hall---most of the students were curious about the new teacher as well.
Dumbledore smiled. "Good morning. I see you are all wondering who our new guest is." He gestered to the unfamiliar man, who smiled and gave a slight wave. "I would like to introduce you to Professor Weasley, the new History of Magic instructor. It seems as if Professor Binns has finally realized that it was time to move on to a new life…er, death." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as a loud cheer echoed in the Hall. Everyone dreaded History of Magic because not only was Professor Binns a ghost, but he was a horrible teacher that droned monotonously on about goblin wars and other disinteresting facts.
Dumbledore raised a hand and the Great Hall was once again silent. "I hope you will make Professor Weasley welcome. And now for a few words: never teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig. Have a nice day!"
"Did he say Weasley?" Alicia shrieked loudly.
"Why, do you know him?" Angelina asked, which turned out to be the wrong thing to say. Katie and Alicia looked at Angelina with something akin to horror etched upon their faces.
"Not only is Professor Weasley related to Ron Weasley," Katie pointed at the younger red-head sitting with his friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. "He is also none other than twin to George Weasley, THE sex god of the wizarding world."
Angelina's brows furrowed in thought as she tried to get a closer look at the man. "Now that you mention it, he does look familiar."
Alicia huffed and stood up. "C'mon Ange. It's time for class." The three girls picked up the schedules that magically appeared in front of them and all at once Katie and Alicia shrieked again.
"We have him first period! Double block with Ravenclaw!" Alicia fanned herself with her schedule.
Angelina rolled her eyes and made her way out of the Great Hall. "Looks like this is going to be an interesting year." She mumbled as she headed to the History wing of Hogwarts.
Little did Angelina know how true that simple statement would be.
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It seemed as if every girl in Hogwarts, excluding Angelina, knew about the Weasley twins. The halls were littered with them fixing their make-up in tiny mirrors they had charmed to float in front of their faces. Clouds of perfume, especially from the Hufflepuffs, polluted the hallways with a sickeningly sweet smell. Even Katie and Alicia had gotten in on the action and used a simple spell to apply a bit more make-up onto their faces. However, Angelina had to hand it to them---they looked stunning. Katie's blond hair looked silkier than usual, her pouty lips covered in a light pink gloss. Alicia's look was more seductive with her hair in a high ponytail with slight wisps of hair framing her face. A dark line of eyeliner added a dangerously sexy look to the mix. Needless to say, Angelina felt like an ugly fool.
Angelina entered the classroom for History of Magic and immediately headed to their usual seats in the back of the classroom. Taking her seat, Angelina turned to Alicia who was taking a seat beside her. "So, what's so special about the Weasley twins?"
Alicia smirked. "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes ring a bell?" Angelina's eyes widened in shock. "That's them?"
Alicia nodded her head smugly. All this time Angelina's favorite store in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley had been owned by her new teacher. "Yup. George is the one that runs all the establishments in England and France. He's the face of the company."
"What a hottie!" Katie chimed in, leaning across Alicia to speak to Angelina. "They were both voted Witch Weekly's Bachelors of the Year for the fourth time in a row."
Well, that explained it. Angelina refused to read that particular magazine at all costs. She was not interested in the gossip the Wizarding world had to offer. "Do they----" she was cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut. Looking up, she saw their new teacher grinning sheepishly at the class.
"Sorry about that. I didn't think it would be that loud." Professor Weasley grinned at the class. "Well, seventh year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors." He looked them all over with a mischievous look in his eye. "I expect a lot out of you all. We have a lot to cover this year, and I can tell that at least half of you slept through this class in previous years past." Some grumbling came from the back of the classroom. Professor Weasley held up his hands in surrender. "Hey! It's not like I blame you. I slept through the same class when I was a student."
"You came here, Professor?" Kristina Rivera, one of the prettiest girls in Ravenclaw, asked curiously.
Professor Weasley sat down on the edge of his desk and grinned. "Yep, sure did. I'm not much older than you all."
"How old are you, Professor?" Sean Prescott asked. Being one of the popular boys in Hogwarts, he took it as a personal offense that in a matter of seconds all female attention was shifted from him to this intruder.
"I just turned twenty-six." Fred answered. "Any other questions? I think that first days of school should be used to get to know your classmates and Professor at a more personal level before the learning takes place." He winked, which caused many girls to sigh lovingly. "So, what do you want to know?"
A deathly silence filled the classroom, and then….
" What do you do for fun?"
"Do you play Quidditch?"
"Tell us about your brother!"
"Can we get free stuff from your joke shop?"
"Are you single?"
Angelina glanced at Katie, who shrugged her shoulders. "What? I just wanna clarify a few things!"
Professor Weasley blinked in shock for a few moments and then laughed. Running a hand through his hair he settled back to answer their questions.
"What do I do for fun?" Professor Weasley looked thoughtful for a few seconds before a smile crossed his face. "Well, I guess I can answer two questions in one. I play Quidditch with my brothers and sister. Beater, to be exact. I also like playing jokes on people, so don't be surprised if I play a few on you in the future."
"As for my brother, since I have five, I'll assume you're talking about George. He's in France right now expanding WWW in another Wizarding community. He'll be popping in and out of Hogwarts throughout the year, so don't be alarmed if you see two of me walking around the corridors."
The class chuckled and then anxiously waited for Professor Weasley to finish answering the remaining questions. "Free stuff from the shop? Gee, I don' t know…." He trailed off as he looked at the class slyly. "I'll do better and see what I can do about getting a field trip planned to visit the factory where the products are manufactured. How's that sound?"
Apparently it sounded good, since loud cheers came from the students as they thought about visiting one of the most popular Wizarding companies in the world.
"And now for the million galleon question. No, I am not single. I've been dating Juniper Smith for almost two years now."
"The seeker for the Blue Devils?!" A Gryffindor male yelled out.
Professor Weasley smiled. "The one and only."
"She's hot!" Sean exclaimed excitedly. "How'd you get her?"
The Professor grinned. "That's just how I roll."
Angelina rolled her eyes at his cheesy comment and Professor Weasley caught her in the act. "Is something wrong, Ms…."
"Johnson. Angelina Johnson, Professor."
Professor Weasley stood up and strode over to where she sat, much to the delight of Alicia and Katie. Standing above her, Professor Weasley raised his eyebrows and a playful look came across his face. "Are you sure, Ms. Johnson?"
Unable to help herself, a slight flush came cross her features. "I'm positive, Professor."
Satisfied with her answer, Professor Weasley headed back up to the classroom, but not before looking back over his shoulder at Angelina.
Embarrassed beyond belief, Angelina slid lower in her chair. However, she grudgingly found herself agreeing with her best friends: Professor Weasley was indeed a gorgeous sight to behold. Besides, he couldn't be all that bad. After all, he seemed to enjoy Quidditch as much as she did.
Anyone who liked Quidditch was alright in Angelina's book.
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Well, what'd you guys think? I haven't written in a while, so I'm trying to get back in the habit. Also, if you have any suggestions on where I should go with the story or what I should add, please let me know! Thanx!