CHYEAH: And, we're back again! Okay, nothing much to say except thanks for sticking with me all the way. Also, you definitely should read the other two before this one..yep. Thanks for everything and reviews are appreciated!
That Famous Weasley Charm III
There is this one chair that I have always adored at my grandmother's house. It's one of those fancy half-couches that models pose in and such—with lace and everything, it's gorgeous. I have no idea where she got it, but it's absolutely adorable. She's had it for some years and from the moment I saw it—I claimed it as mine. Well, I've recently got my new flat in central London—closest to the Muggle entrance to the Ministry of Magic—and she gave me this magnificent chair as a house warming gift. I love her more for it.
Fred and I—shagged on this chair—every day. Except Thursdays—it's just something about Thursdays that make me not want to shag on my grandma's chair. Anyways, thank you Grandma.
Notice how I said 'shagged'. Because we don't anymore. Because—we're not exactly completely together anymore. Fred has been really busy with his shop, and all—so we decided to take a break. Both of us. Fair—no fighting or anything. The last month he'd pop in here from time to time and we'd have some—chill time. And that was cool. We're free to—see other people and do other things, because—we just really don't have time for each other. Our schedules don't fit in together, so we—we're just taking a break until things smooth out. Everything will be fine, though. I mean—we still love each other and everything. Hell, I'm pissed—I got dumped for business.
But I'm fine, I'm okay—I've got work to keep me busy. Actually, I make it my point to get extra assignments because I don't have anything better to do. I suppose I could get out more, yes—but, I don't know. I just want Fred back, but I know it's not going to work because he has so much he has to do at work.
On a lighter note, I've kept in touch with everyone from school. Alicia and George—well, they are technically still together—but George is constantly chasing after Alicia because she's sick of him being at the shop all of the time. Uh, Lee and Katie—well, they are technically still together—but I know for a fact that Lee and Verity (the girl that works at Fred and George's shop) have done some pretty "more-than-friend" things in the back room. Actually, I'm almost certain everyone has done "more-than-friend" things with her.
I feel like a loser.
Well, my department head is forcing me to get my ass down to Diagon Alley and get—supplies or something. In other words, he wants me to go see Fred because everyone in the whole fucking world—knows. I mean everyone. I went to get a muffin yesterday—and the muffin lady knew. She asked—something. I don't know, I was just appalled that she knew—we were together some time.
So, I'm walking into Scrivenshaft's when someone taps me on the shoulder—it's George. I smile at him.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Fine," I said.
"Really?" he smiled, "Oi! Fred!" Shit.
"George!" I tugged on his robes.
"What?" Fred walked over—looking absolutely delicious. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. "Hi."
"Hi."
Ten minutes later, it was I—myself—doing "more-than-friend" things with Mr. Fred Weasley—in the back room. I'm sorry—but that was like—the best thing that has happened to me in a while. Sure, getting a high-paying job is good—and the flat thing is great—but, damn….
"Oi! Come on, I need to restock on Nosebleed Nougats!" George banged on the door.
Fred pulled his—sweaty—hair out of his eyes and opened the door so George could enter. He pointed to a shelf that was in the far corner. I was just sitting on one of the tables, minding my own business wondering how the hell I got back here.
"Sorry to interrupt your—exercising," George said as he left.
"We've finished, thanks!" Fred said.
"Fred what the hell does this mean?" I said as he shut the door.
He smiled and shrugged, "I've got to get back to work, Ang. It was nice seeing you again." What the fuck, mate?
"You're a fucking pig," I picked up my bags and stomped out of the room.
"I love you, too."
I went back to work and left to go back to my flat later in the day. I threw my stuff down and walked over to sit on my couch when I noticed a ginger-haired person sitting in my—used-to-be favorite chair.
"Good memories on this chair. Then again, there are good memories—just about every surface in this house, right?"
"Get out, please. You completely disrespected me today and I don't appreciate that."
"You shagged anyone since?" he asked, laying back on my chair.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "No."
"Yeah, me neither." Really? Wow.
I nodded.
"Not that I haven't—almost been there, it's just every time I'm at that point and the bird's all—ready and everything—I think about--" he paused for several seconds and pointed at me. "You."
I smirked, and shrugged.
"Doesn't that seriously mean something? That—I—Fred Weasley—God's greatest gift to women—can not shag a girl because he thinks about his almost-ex-girlfriend."
"Yeah, that's something," I said smartly.
"Seriously," he got up from the chair and started walking towards me—I stayed in my place, just standing in the middle of my living room. "Really, what's the purpose of this little break?" He started circling me and I just stood there, occasionally meeting his eyes.
"You don't have time for me and visa versa."
"Not true—I have Sundays off. And we close at seven or eight—when the night is young."
"And you can't just pop into my flat—and I can't go to yours because George and Alicia spent any extra time playing body friction."
He smiled and it was adorable, "Why can't I come here?"
"My parents show up from time to time and I don't think they'd appreciate seeing their nineteen-year-old daughter engaging in any type of sexual activity with her unworthy boyfriend—ex-boyfriend," I sighed.
"But don't you miss our body friction?" he smiled.
"Honestly—absolutely. But that doesn't mean I'm going to be your toy that you can occasionally play with and then put back in the box on weekdays. So what happened today is not going to happen again until we start courting again," I said it—firm-ish.
"You can't deny that the tension between us isn't enough to make this place explode—we're already making this levitate," he smiled.
I looked over and various items about the room were in the air—I noticed this and focused my mind on other things and the items instantly dropped.
I looked back into his eyes, he had stopped revolving around me and remained in front of me.
"Angelina, what—what are you thinking?"
"Honestly, I'm seriously contemplating pushing all of my morals aside and--" I laughed. "But--"
Too late. His mouth connected with mine and we were getting tangled in each other like shoelaces.
"Last time," I said just as I felt back onto my favorite chair.
"Sure."
He had just got his shirt over his head—being on top of me and all. "I'm serious!" I said as I brought his face back down to mine. I don't think I'm very convincing.
"Oh, Ang—you can't resist!" He laughed and continued to kiss me while working on the buttons of my pants.
"Oh, I can," I said as he went for my neck. "I can, just under the circumstances I think I'm having withdrawal syndrome or something," I laughed.
"You're addicted."
"I am," and I turned him around, so I was on top of him now. "But it goes both ways."
"Damn, Ang," he smiled, admiring my gorgeous self. Haha. "Why did we break up again?"
"Just like Fred to think about getting back together while his pants are off."
"Is that a yes?" And he slipped my shirt over my head.
"No." He turned me back over. "Like I said, this is the last time—enjoy it."
"Ang, that's just not going to work for me," he got off of me and stood in the middle of my living room floor in his boxers.
"What?" I sat up, my hair flew over my face and I whipped it back.
Fred blinked a couple of times and exhaled, "Okay—I'll share my thoughts afterwards," he practically jumped back on the chair.
There was a knock on the door to my flat just as soon as Fred and I had—finished. I put on my robe and tried to straighten out my hair before I threw Fred's clothes at him and told him to go into my room or Apparate out of here.
I opened my door partially and my mother burst forth.
"The only reason I didn't just come in here was because—your father isn't here, one—and I didn't want to walk in on—you and that wretched boyfriend of yours!" She was a big diva, let's say that. She was kind, but when it came to her precious princess—me—she wasn't that gentle person I knew she was.
"Hey, Mum," I closed the door behind her.
"Angelina."
"Yes?"
"Are those—your—usually you're very organized, but—are those your knickers on the floor?" Oh, shit.
"Um, laundry—I was—doing laundry. I must've dropped them."
"All right," she went to go take a seat. At first, she was going towards my couch, and then she spotted—my favorite chair. "I've always adored this chair!"
"Me too, Mum, but it's—you don't want to sit there. Uh, the spring—it's broken."
"Oh, nonsense. It looks fine—and if so, there's—I'll just be a minute," she went to sit.
"Mum! No, you really don't want—come, I'll make you some—tea. Would you like a cup of tea?" I smiled at her.
"How is your boyfriend?"
"Actually—we're taking a break."
"Really? It's a shame to throw all of that away," She would be referring to me losing my virginity to Fred. Get over it, woman. "I'm just going to powder my nose."
"Yeah." I just plopped down on the couch and crossed my arms.
"All right, all clear, then," Fred came out of my room in his boxers. Oh, he had an incredible body—his abs are absolutely perfect.
"She's still here!"
"Angelina—Oh!" My mother had walked out of the bathroom and covered his eyes, seeing Fred in almost nothing.
"Fred!" I whispered sharply and he Disapparated.
"Despicable! What the hell is he doing here? I thought you would amount to more than—well, you're successful at your job, of course—but your social life is horrible! You date this—jokester and then you break up—and you're still having sexual relations with him!" Sexual relations? Wow.
I just smiled. I really have nothing to say to her. "Tell dad I said hi, all right?" I smiled at her and opened more door for her to leave.
"Why don't you come to dinner one of these days?"
"I cook, thanks." I shut the door behind her and slid down to the floor. SHIT. Now my mum thinks I'm this huge skanky loser.
"Okay, can I share my thoughts now?" Fred came out of my room, still in his boxers.
"Sure."
"Well, it's not fair that we're not together anymore."
"Make time, everything will be all right. For now, I just need to—sort out my priorities," I got off of the floor and opened the door.
He tilted his head to the side, in question, "Bye," and he Disapparated.
I closed the door. Wow, today sucked—I am definitely going out tonight—I need something to cheer me up, and what better way than getting a bit to drink? We'll see how this goes.