Starting A Fire in the Common Room

I guess no one ever thought in school that I had a thing for George, after all he was always off with Alicia, and I was off with Fred, while Katie enjoyed the solemnity of being alone. We all appeared to be the happiest of couples. I remember when Fred asked me to be his girlfriend, I was ok with it, I mean everyone else assumed that we were together so why not make it official. We went out on dates, we held hands, we snogged, and I did everything that I thought I was supposed to do. The other girls all envious and jealous of me, for holding Fred's interest. It seemed that everyone felt Fred was the best match for me, everyone but me of course and it continued to pervade my heart as I watched George and Alicia together.

I tried to avoid them most of the time, but with George being Fred's twin, it was truly next to impossible to stay away for long. So many nights I spent awake trying different aversion therapies to rid me of my feelings for George, from eating disgusting vomit worthy items while thinking about him, to associate negative feelings with him, to banging my head repeatedly against the wall like an obedient house elf while chanting, 'I will forget about George Weasley, I will forget about George Weasley', nothing seemed to work. Katie was aware of the situation and others were beginning to become aware of the situation as well. And as much as I thought I was fooling everyone else, the one person that was most keenly aware was the one that I most certainly didn't want to ever find out. I still remember that date, like a fresh memory at the back of my mind.


It was summer in Hogsmeade, Angelina had become lucky enough to be entrusted by both of her parents to start going out on dates and of course this meant that she would head out places with Fred whom quite often tried to make their dates double in nature. Angelina refused, and continued to insist the reason was because although she admired the connection that Fred and George had, she wanted to be alone with Fred. Hearing that lifted his ego a little bit and made him of course follow through with her wishes, after all, she might snog him and maybe let him do a little more.

They had been dating for a couple of months now and both of them knew they would like to take it to the next level, they both just didn't know exactly when and Fred had certainly been the most vocal about his intentions with her. She obliged and wanted to see what sex was all about, it interested her and she hoped that through the experience she would learn to be better at it. It wasn't that she didn't care for Fred, she adored him, she thought he was amazing in every single way; she just had more serious feelings for George.

Angelina realized from the beginning of her relationship with Fred that they would have fun, experience passion together, and enjoy one another's company in the process. This was the way that they were, and they enjoyed it usually, except for tonight. For some reason tonight, Fred had arrived with a sour mood and a mean spirited nature, pointing out every negative thing about the people that walked into the Three Broomsticks.

Motioning with his index finger, he whispered to Angelina, "Angel, look at that one over there, already acting like a drunken buffoon and I'll bet he hasn't the slightest to drink yet." Fred snickered as he watched the young man hop side to side.

Angelina shook her head in disagreement. "Fred, that's not very nice it looks like he might just be celebrating something, I mean to me he looks extremely happy. Maybe something really special and important happened to him and he is alright with sharing his excitement with the whole world."

Fred looked at Angelina and tapped his fingers to the side of the frosty mug, half filled with butter beer. "You know, you always do ruin all my fun. Fine then, try to change this one up." Fred motioned with his head over to an elderly couple both sipping straws from the same butter beer. "Old people love, yuck"

Angelina stirred the straw in her own butter beer, furiously. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out just why he had to be like this, why couldn't he just allow people to be and not make comments about what they were doing or their physical appearances. Frowning at him, she decides to begin speaking.

"Fred, what they have is amazing. It's love, much like your mum and dad have. It's really so very sweet." She added, sighing.

"My mum and dad? Ugh, Angelina Ew that's seriously gross."

"And I think you're being a pompous ass tonight. What's your problem?" Angie asked with a disgusted look that covered her face.

"Angel, just relax I'm only having fun."

"Just stop it, Fred. Stop It!" Angelina commanded in a voice with some authority.

"What the hell is your problem?" he questioned her as he narrowed his eyes at her. "Angie I'm tired of this, why are you always such a bitch lately?"

"I'm the bitch? I'M THE BITCH?" Angelina asked as the volume of her voice rose higher and higher. "Fred, you're the one being a jerk off!" Her heart froze, a thought passed through her mind, and she spit it out faster than what she knew to do with it. "Why can't you be more like you brother George?" The reality of the statement spoken from her very own lips, shocked her.

The frustration and anger exploded in Fred's eyes, never before had Angelina seen him so very upset. Muttering obscenities under his breath, she managed to hear the last part. "If you fancy my brother so damn much, go be with him." With that, he stood up, slammed the coinage down to pay for his drink and started for the exit.

Angelina realized she had just made a huge mistake. "Fred, no. Fred, please wait!" she called out in distress. She too, threw a few knuts onto the table to pay for what she owed, and then chased after Fred.

"Damn it Angelina, leave me alone." Fred turned and watched as she moved quickly behind him.

"No, Fred I won't. I won't leave you alone." She furiously responded.

"If you fancy someone else you might as well go be with him." The expression on his face, sour with shame of starting to believe that Angie might have feelings for his brother.

"Fred, shut up! I fancy you." And that was true, she only hoped he wouldn't ask of George, because then she would be in trouble should she decide to tell the truth. "Look, Fred" Angelina grabbed his arm and pulled him into the secret passage way he had showed her fourth year. "Let's go talk in here."

"I don't want to talk anywhere about this, can't you get the hint or are you daft Angie?" he snarked at her, still furious. "Why are we here anyways, it's as though you think that we can't talk somewhere else. Well there are millions of places that we can talk, why here, why now?" Shaking his head in angst, he looks up at her and watches her undressing, throwing the shirt off of her head, quickly unsnapping her bra and allowing it to fall to the floor before she kicks it away.

"Why? Because I want you. I want to show you, and after all these months that we have been together I…" Fred immediately moved over to Angelina, his rough hands grasping her breasts and slamming her up against the wall, she moving her hand to cup his erection, allowing her flattened palm to stroke him through the fabric of his pants.

"Oh Angelina." He looked at her breasts, his thumbs rubbing gently over each chocolate brown nipple, areola shrinking in response to his touch as her nipples hardened.

She wanted him, she was ready to be with him, in the sexual way she had hoped for a while. Angelina was a virgin and wanted it to be taken from her, Fred had been patient enough and now she was willing to give of herself, to him.

"Fred, please, just I'm sorry. Please forgive me?" Angelina looked at him as he quickly loosened his belt buckle, unbuttoning his pants, and sliding down the zipper in a fast hurry.

"I'll forgive you alright, I'll do better than that, and I'll forgive you all night long if that's what it takes." He moaned angrily as he shoved his boxers down, revealing the massive erection he had been holding back from her. "For months, I've been waiting to do this with you. For months, and if you think for one moment I'm going to turn this down, even if it's a pity fuck, you're wrong."

Angelina leaned her head against the wall, spreading her legs, she began to tug at her panties in frustration, had she of known she and Fred would be doing this right now, she would have put on some sexy panties, however she hadn't and wore only her white cotton knickers.

"I'm sorry I didn't wear anything sexier Fred, it's just that I didn't realize we'd be doing this tonight." Angelina started.

Grasping his erection and smoothing the bit of precum over the head, he growls, "Angel it all comes off anyway, love. Why should I care if your panties are sexy or not? It's not your panties I want, it's what's under them."

Angelina smiled at him and unsure of what to do, she pulled his body against hers, feeling his erection rubbing against the outside of her skirt, she feels herself get wet and prepared for his entrance. Kissing him roughly, tongue brushing against his, and nipples pressed against his chest, she feels him lowering her down by placing a small bit of pressure onto her shoulders, leaving her nearly squatting, hips tilting forward, and he looks at her.

"You sure you want to do this Ang?" he asks as she nods her head in response.

"I do if you want to." She manages to whisper before he lifts her skirt and pushes into her.

Feeling her barrier, he realizes that she is a virgin. "Oh Angie, you didn't tell me you were a virgin, it really shouldn't be like this the first time."

Angelina wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him between each word spoken, "Damnit…Fred…please…I…need…you…please…"

Without any further adulation, he pushes his cock past her skin fold, feeling it tear and looks into her eyes, "Are you ok love?"

Angelina feels a bit of pain as he stays there in one spot, "Yes, I'm fine, please, move."

Hearing her encouragements, he starts to thrust inside of her, first slowly then picking up the pace.

Angelina tugs at Fred's hair, "Fuck this feels so good to me. Don't stop, please whatever you do, just don't stop." Angelina feels him pushing inside of her and looks down at their connection. His white cock disappearing again and again inside of her ebony skin. "Oh, this is so hot, look at how we come together."

Fred looked down and noticed the pink tinge covering his cock, "Ang looks like I popped your cherry. You sure you're ok?"

" I'm fine, please, just fuck me." Angie closes her eyes and rolls her hips against his, feeling the fabric of her skirt bouncing up and down over her thighs as he moves deeper inside, filling her.

"Angel you're so damn tight, fuck." Beads of perspiration forming over his body, he pushes into her again and again. "You're so hot and wet, feels so damn good wrapped around my cock." Fred moans as he continues moving inside of her, she lost in the passion of the moment.

"You think I fancy someone else now?"

"I don't know if this is proof or not." Fred smirked at her, his hands over her hips, pulling her into each movement he makes.

Angelina slaps him across the face, in a move for control. "How DARE you Fred Weasley."

"Oh baby, I dare. I like it when you play all rough like that."

Angelina nearly laughs and leans the weight of her back against the wall, allowing one leg at a time to wrap around his waist, pulling him closer into her.

Taking the hint from her, he picks up the speed and drives into her furiously, "Oh Angie, Oh Angie, I feel it coming. Let it go Angie."

Angelina doesn't understand what he is talking about and then suddenly feels his cock teasing a spot inside her body that makes her tremble in excitement. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck." She sighs as she feels her body tightening in response to this new sensation he is giving to her.

"Mmmm, Angel say it, say my name, say my name." he pleads with her.

Shaking her head, she closes her eyes and can't say his name, refuses to think his name, for if she did she would be admitting to the fact that the twin she was thinking about doing this with, doesn't match up with the name that would explode from her lips. "Please, just keep going." She begs, her eyes still shut and thinking about he, the one guy who she would never have this chance with. "Feels SO good."

Momentarily, Fred forgets about his plea and shoves into her again and again as she milks his cock, whispering a contraceptive charm, he finally feels the familiar tightening in his balls as he starts to shoot his seed deep inside of her. "Angel, Angel, ohhhhh."

Both of them kissing frantically and enjoying the physical touch of one another, they stay the evening there, in that passageway. He, thinking of how great it is to be fucking again, since it has been so long, she thinking of no one else but George.


Perhaps the very people that hold you most accountable for what they assume to be wrong doings, are those that are closest to you. I remember after Fred's death, and hiding away from others to cover the pain, the look of avoidance that others gave to me, unsure of if they should pity me or not. Sure, Fred wasn't the guy that I wanted to end up with for forever, but he was always a dear friend to me. It wasn't his fault that I couldn't stop thinking about his brother in ways that I knew weren't right. I was like a widow, and that meant I was supposed to weep for him forever.

See, people only knew part of the story, that I was Fred's girlfriend during the time at Hogwarts, and therefore they made the connection that we were meant to be married and together forever, which couldn't have been farther from the truth. He was my adorable prankster, yes, but at the same time, he was also extremely immature when I needed maturity in my life. He was rude, when I had an aura of gentleness, and he was apathetic about things in the wizarding world that were going on, when I cared immensely about these events. And I knew that George was all those things that Fred wasn't. I knew I needed George, but I never knew how to tell him and when I had the opportunity seventh year to be open and honest, I failed. Big time.


Angelina sat on the common room sofa, it had become comfortable to her through all the years that it had been in use, and a dear friend in her times of need. Looking up at the wall, and attempting to count the dots on the ceiling, she starts over once again, last time losing count at 375,634. Suddenly her attention is drawn to the door which flings open in front of her. Realizing it cannot be Fred, since he was serving detention with Snape for setting off another set of dung bombs in Professor Umbridge's office and in result breaking a few of her kitty plates, she drums her fingers silently on the arm of the couch. Observing a few first years whispering and muttering about the two mean spirited Slytherin girls, Hailey Flint and Daphne Greengrass who had been trying to hex them . Angelina sighed heavily hearing once again about the two girls who caused serious mayhem around the school whenever they were together, and then she looked up in amazement as George stumbled in as well.

"Angie?" He asks as he almost falls to the floor.

Angelina gets up immediately and rushes over to assist him. "George, have you been…"

"Drinking? Yep. I did." He adds as he covers his mouth with his entire hand, instead of with the one finger which he intended. "But shhhhh please don't tell my mum she would have a fit."

Angelina wraps her arm around his waist and leads him over to the couch, he feels so different against her than Fred who always fought for dominance. He molds against her and for once she feels comfortable, while yet still concerned about his drunken state.

Sitting down next to him, she pulls her knees up to her chest, laying her head over the tops of them, and smiling at George. "George, what's wrong love?"

Angelina's face felt hot as she had called him love, but then she immediately remembered it was a common term for a friend.

His face in a scowl, he looked up at Angie, "I hate love. Love stinks."

Angelina patted his hand gently, "No you don't, you're just hurting George. What happened?"

"Well, Alicia broke up with me and she traded up for a professional Quidditch player, Oliver fucking Wood." George nearly spat the name out as he spoke it.

Angelina's heart jumped for joy, George was single, this was exactly what she had wanted, and yet, "She wasn't worth your time George. Trust me."

"You're just saying that Angelina, I'm sick of this, all the girls like Fred and none of them like me enough to stick around for real long. I guess I'm the loser, I mean even Ron can get girls, I mean both Lavender and Hermione supposedly like him." George continued as he buried his face into his hands. "It's not fair, why do I get the short end of the stick. I mean Bill ends up with this beautiful wife, Fred has you, and Ron has two girls. No girls like me."

Angelina immediately snapped back, "Hush, I know of a girl right now that likes you very much, she worships the ground you walk on."

"Don't humor me Angie." George responded looking away from her.

"No, George, I'm serious, I know of a girl who has really serious feelings for you." She continued.

"Alright then, miss cheer me up. What's her name?" George looked at her skeptically.

"I can't tell you that George."

"Why not?"

"I've been sworn to secrecy"

"There is no girl"

"Yes, there really is and she has such deep feelings for you she is afraid to admit them."

"Tell her to come tell me to my face that she has these feelings," George made a farting sound with his tongue. "Because there is no girl."

"George there is."

"Not"

"Is"

"Not"

"IS IS ISSSSSSSSSS"

"Not Not NOTTTTTTTT Angie"

"Fine, change of subject. How did your parents meet?" Angelina asked curiously.

"Well, they met when they were in Gryffindor together, fell in love like I thought I would and were Hogwarts Sweethearts. Rather cute story, it's just weird because it's about my mom and dad. I hope someday I'll find someone like that."

Angelina pulled him closer into her, to comfort him, her arm around his back, and her legs dropping to the floor, she leans back against the couch, her eyes looking deeply into his for meaning.

"Hey Ang, how did your parents meet?" he questions her.

This was exactly the response Angelina had hoped for, truth was, her parents met after Hogwarts during an interest meeting for becoming an auror, however Angelina used this to her advantage.

"Well, my mum was dating Neil, who was my dad's brother and at the time it appeared that she was happy, but she was not, for she didn't want Neil, she wanted my dad." Angelina looked George up and down with a soft gaze, somehow they smiling at each other and the gap between them starting to close. "Do you think it's weird for a girl to date someone and then fall in love with his brother?" she asked innocently enough, and then she craned her neck forward, her mouth closer to his.

"I don't think it's weird at all, just so long as the brother loves her back." George unconsciously moved closer to Angelina.

"Well, what if the brother doesn't know that she has feelings for him?" Angie asked as her lips were now a mere two inches away from his.

"Maybe she should tell him and do something about it." He added as he closed the gap and the skin of their lips barely brushed past one another's. Angelina's heart was pounding, he was offering a solution, a suggestion, that she come forward and admit how she felt and that possibly he might feel the same. She couldn't handle the emotion any longer, and just as she prepared to kiss him, the door swung wide open once again, Fred jumped into the room, immediately separating the two and he curiously observed them.

Angelina was more than certain that Fred probably witnessed what had happened, but he hadn't, although being the smart ass that he was, he most certainly had to add in his two cents.

"Sometimes I wonder if it's safe to leave my brother alone with my girlfriend." Moving to sit between both of them, he squeezes in, making himself comfortable and looks at George, "I'm sorry to hear about Alicia man." He slapped George's back in acknowledgement of his hurt. "If Angelina ever did that to me I think I would be heartbroken as well."

And yet, Angelina sighed, for she had almost done that very exact same thing, whether or not George planned to comply. And the brush of their lips, the fire that sparked immediately between them, it alerted Angie to the fact that, yes there was definitely something strong between her and George.

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