[I in no way own Harry Potter, nor have I created any characters or stories from it. This is rated T+ and is not recommended for readers under the age of 14. Fred/Angelina]

Fred woke up early, he was tired as hell but the annoying sound of an equally annoying muggle alarm clock was ringing an extra annoyingly high pitched wake up alarm this particular morning. He looked over at the clock [5:15], why did Oliver persist on making the team show up for practice at what seemed like the most absurd hours of the morning. "Practice at five thirty? Why so early and he must know we'd all be tired anyway." Fred thought to himself as he got up slowly and began getting ready. He kicked George awake and got dressed alongside his twin. The both walked down into the common room, shoulder to shoulder. It seemed if you stared at them long enough you could believe they were conjoined at how close they were to the other. They exchanged a tired look before walking to the pitch. Fred noticed all who were there. Oliver was standing proud and rather awake; not to Fred's surprise. Harry was leaning on his broom, trying his hardest to keep his eyes open. George, well Fred could feel George leaning on his shoulder for support, almost asleep. Katie and Alicia were trying to keep a conversation going, constant yawns interrupting their words. And Angelina, she looked the most tired. She looked as if she was about ready to collapse on the grass. All these tired people were making Fred even sleepier than he already was, he yawned and focused on Oliver's constantly moving mouth, watching it move up and down with his words, more than a mile a minute. It kept him awake at least, after Oliver's "Alright Men." Speech, which Angelina didn't seem awake enough to add in "And women!" to it, they all started the practice. Everything went a little slower than usual, the bludgers seemed to fly slowly, and the snitch looked like it was about to drop out of the air like it was tired itself.

"I must be exhausted if I'm seeing things like this." he thought.

After practice was over he showered and got dressed, waiting outside the girl's locker room for Angelina. He had thought of a brilliant prank and thought it may wake her up a bit. Fred waited for a few minutes.

"Um, Fred?" Katie said, poking her head out the locker room.

"Yeah?" Fred replied, looking over at Katie.

"Can you come and help for a second? Angelina fell asleep and Alicia and I aren't strong enough to carry her back to the castle."

Fred looked at Katie for a moment, not thinking much and quickly answered.

"B-But that's the girls locker room…"

"Oh c'mon Fred, we're all dressed, please?"

He nodded. "Oh, well alright."

Fred walked into the locker room, it was a little different from the boys, it wasn't Maroon like the boy's, it was Yellow, like Hufflepuff's colors. He ignored the fact that it was for girls and found Angelina, she was curled up on a bench, fast asleep. He picked her up carefully, one arm under her knees and the other where her torso was to hold her up.

"Thanks a million Fred!" Katie yelled while running out the locker room after Alicia. Fred thought of calling back but didn't, he just walked toward the castle. He looked at Angelina for a moment, he smiled seeing her sleeping so peacefully,

"Every breath she took was so peaceful…" he thought.

"Her chest rising and falling, her red laced bra, showing through her shirt." At that thought he blushed, he just noticed it. Her bra was showing, and not just a little, nearly all of it, her boobs looked so compressed in it too. He tried not to think about it, quickly looking away.

"No! I mustn't! She hates guys who just want her for her body, I'm not one of those!" He told himself, slowly he looked back over at her bra.

"Wow, what a great pair of tits, they're pressed together so much…they're just…STOP FRED! QUIT STARING AT HER BOOBS!" He looked away again, turning bright red. His walk changing into a jog, soon running up the stairs to the common room. He ran up to his dorm, he felt his pants get tighter, he quickly kicked the door shut and locked it, setting Angelina down on his bed and undoing his belt. He couldn't take it, he needed air, but he couldn't let Angelina sit in his room, nor could he go outside with an erection, it would be the most embarrassing moment of his life. He unzipped his jeans and sat on the floor, relieving the pressure that was put on him. He sighed in relief and sat there, letting her sleep and letting things sort themselves out. He watched her to make sure she wouldn't wake up, he saw her stir every now and then but stayed calm.

"H-Hmn?" Angelina let out a soft sigh as she woke up a few minutes later. Fred noticed and turned red, quickly grabbing a nearby pillow and pushing it down over his crotch. She sat up and looked at him.

"Freddie? What are you doing here?" she mumbled.

"T-This is my room Angie…" he replied to her.

She smiled softly and wiggled her finger, motioning him over.

"Come cuddle with me...?" she asked, he couldn't resist the sleepy tone in her voice, it sounded like pure heaven to him. He walked over, keeping the pillow pressed to him, he sat on the edge of his bed. Slowly Angelina laid her head on his lap, making him blush even more.

"Comfortable." She mumbled to him.

He looked at her, and watched her sit up again.

"W-What're you doing Ange?" he asked, as she leaned closer to him. Their lips were close to touching, she smiled softly and pressed her lips to his gently. Without thinning Fred kissed her back, loving the moment he kissed her finally. She kept kissing him, he kissed back. He felt her open her mouth slightly, he moved a hand from the pillow and ran it through her long, black hair, deepening the kiss. She felt him under the pillow, sliding her hand into his pants. He kissed her harder as she slid her hand lower. She took one breath and a button popped from her blouse, flying and hitting Fred's cheek. Angelina immediately pulled back and blushed.

"I-I'm so sorry Freddie!" Angelina said. Fred smiled like an idiot and rubbed his cheek, he stood up and kissed her softly.

"No biggie." he shrugged it off and stepped out of his jeans. He set them on his trunk and lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over him and Angie.

"Maybe next time, you're boobs won't decide to launch an attack at me." he smirked, joking and teasing her for her breast size. She giggled and lay next to him, cuddling him closely.

"If your head was any fatter that button would've hit you in the eye."

"Ange, let's just get some sleep huh?" Fred yawned, remembering how tired he was. The damn button ruined the moment, but at least she didn't leave. Angelina smiled.

"I like that plan Freddie." She pressed her chest against his, teasing him and went back to sleep, wishing her button hadn't popped.