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"Fred," I pulled his arm as we were heading out of the stands with everyone else.

"Yes?" he said, not stopping or even looking like he was paying attention to me.

"I don't want to go to this party, Fred."

"Why not, Ang?" He looked back at me. I had to walk directly behind him because of the rush of people exiting.

"I just don't want to go—I want to go back to the flat."

"Angelina, is this because of that Adrian guy?"

"His name is Aidan, and of course not!"

Fred looked back at me, "I'm going, Angelina, it's a party. It's going to be fun and you're going to have fun and not complain one bit. We're only going to leave when we're either too pissed or too tired to carry on. Right?"

I rolled my eyes and continued to follow him until we were out by the streets.

"Come here," Fred pulled me to the side before following Alicia and George the rest of the way. "What's been up with you?" He asked, taking both of my hands and pulling me closer to him.

I avoided his gaze, even in the close proximity and shrugged. Then I thought, I'm really being selfish about the whole situation. Why should that little note from that prat affect anything to do with my life? I'm happy with Fred, though I haven't shown it lately, I truly, truly, am. I wouldn't trade him for any other boy in the world, he's done so much for me and he's good for me, despite what others may think. So, Angelina Johnson, pull your shit together and have some fun with this gorgeous boy holding you and act thankful to wake up to him in the morning. Because plenty of girls would love to be in my place.

My eyes then met his, "Nothing," I said. I actually meant it. So I pulled him so we could catch up with George and Alicia.

They were holding hands just ahead of us. Alicia was leaning her head on George's shoulder and they were chatting quietly.

"Where're we going?" I called up to them.

George turned around and Alicia faced forward, actually watching where they were walking. George tossed a balled up piece of paper back and Fred caught it.

"The address is on there, it's just a few blocks up," he called back.

"Isn't it going to be obvious with a bunch of wizards heading there?" I asked as Fred took my hand.

"The charm goes on from a couple of meters farther than the perimeters of the pitch," George answered.

I looked up at Fred, "How does he know all this?"

"He's probably just making it all up, Ang," Fred smiled.

I shook my head. We soon came to a large house squashed between two flat complexes. I looked up at it and followed the group inside. The music coming inside was almost deafening. Fred cupped his hands my ears until I got used to the loudness of it all.

I looked to the left and several people were jumping up and down, cheering about the victory. Oliver was one of them, I smiled and proceeded to follow Fred, where he was going—I had no idea.

"DO YOU WANT TO DANCE?" Fred shouted though I was less than a foot away from him.

"NOT REALLY," I shouted in response.

"DO YOU WANT SOMETHING TO DRINK, THEN?"

"I SUPPOSE, YES," I nodded and he guided me into the kitchen which was only two notches quieter then the rest of the house.

Fred handed me some brown liquid in a plastic cup, I pushed it away from me and shook my head. "I JUST WANT A BUTTERBEER OR SOMETHING."

"RIGHT," he nodded and handed me a butterbeer.

I nodded in thanks; I really didn't feel like screaming my voice away all night.

Next thing I knew, Fred and I were snogging against the wall in the kitchen, our drinks still cupped in our hands. Someone bumped into Fred and he spilled his drink all over me. The sticky liquid coursed down my front.

Fred turned around and shoved the boy who did it. I hadn't seen him before. He threw up his hands in surrender and smiling, said he was sorry. He looked at me and winked. Fred shoved him harder this time. I couldn't hear was he was saying, but it was threatening from the expression on his face and the cowering look on the guy's face. He repeated his apologies and Fred walked back over to me.

"Come on," he said, "let's get you cleaned up."

With one last death glare at the guy, Fred and I walked to the nearest bathroom, which was hidden behind several people posting against it. Fred ended up just pushing some feeble girl out of the way because she refused to move.

I looked at him with a confused expression on my face. It was much quieter in the bathroom once he closed the door. I rolled my eyes and exhaled, "Seems every party I attend, I've got sticky liquid poured down my front."

"Should enter in a wet t-shirt contest, a sure winner," he joked. He got a washcloth from the cabinet and wet it, pouring the cold liquid down my front again.

"Uh," I inhaled quickly from the cold.

"Sorry," he said. Though he didn't seem a bit sorry about it, he was grinning. He pointed his wand at my chest and I was instantly warm and dry.

"Thanks," I said, smiling. "Not that I couldn't do that all on my own, but I'm glad you got some satisfaction out of it."

"Wet Angelina is one of my favorites."

"I'm sure it is," I began to leave but he held my arm. "Fred—not another bathroom incident, thanks." I opened the door and he followed, though looking less perky than before.

As soon as we exited the bathroom, I was pulled to my left and Oliver guided me over to a group of people.

"Angelina, let me introduce you--" He started naming off people and I wasn't really paying attention so I didn't get who was who. I just looked behind me and didn't see Fred.

"Nice to meet you," I said quickly before darting under Oliver's arm and looking around for Fred.

I caught Fred in the kitchen chatting with Alicia and George. I walked over to them.

"This party is totally lame, you guys want to get out of here?" I asked.

"I'm quite enjoying myself," said Alicia, holding a cup in her hand.

"Fine," I shrugged, "Fred?"

He shook his hand and ran his fingers threw his hair. "Do you have anything more interesting planned?"

And so we stayed at the party until about two in the morning, or something like that. I actually ended up having some fun when I got a bit of alcohol in me.

February ended and the weather became steadily warmer as it transitioned to March. The wedding was still the topic of most conversation when I visited my mother, father, my dear brother, and his fiancé. Everything seemed to be falling into place.

Quidditch practices became less strenuous as I got back into shape and could handle a small amount of sleep and a vast amount of practice.

Fred's hours seemed to be increasing at the shop. I saw him fewer and fewer as the month went on. Something about April coming up and April Fools, which was his birthday, of course.

Everyone seemed to be busying themselves. It seemed as though life was in fast forward. The team's first game since I had been placed as Chaser was coming up the last weekend in March. I was elated and extremely nervous as the same time. The only hours I spent without the Quaffle in my hands were those when I was a sleep, and then it was at my bedside.

I awoke the day of the game early in the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet and it was still very dark outside. I glanced at my clock and saw that it was four. It was impossible for me to go back to sleep, I wasn't sleeping very well in the first place.

I picked up my Quaffle and tossed it from one and to another, walking throughout my house, getting in the zone for my upcoming game. I was going through all of the plays in my head, bouncing on my couches somewhat acting them out.

At seven, I changed into my Quidditch robes and continued my routine, pouncing around my house with my Quaffle, still, it was putting me in the zone, my mind flew through all of the plays, I had them memorized—a feet I saw nearly impossible months ago.

Before I knew it, another hour had passed and Fred appeared in my flat. My head darted up and I said "Hey" then continued to run through the plays, just pacing and holding my Quaffle all the while.

"You're aware you look really stupid, right?" He said.

"I'm getting in the zone." I said. "If you're going to criticise, you can leave."

"Of course not, I came to support you. I would've taken your mind off of the game, but it looks like that is impossible at the moment. Anything I can do?"

I shook my head, then said, "Yes."

"Okay. What?"

"Fred, I'm really nervous—I've never been more nervous. I know I'm damn good at putting on a hard front, but I'm dying inside. There are so many thoughts coursing through my brain and I've been trying to focus on Quidditch since four and nothing is working. It's like I'm on the motorway and my thoughts are the cars going fifty over the speed limit. I can't stop it, I can't concentrate. And if I get on that field like this, I'm not going to perform well at all."

"Breathe, Ang. Try and calm down or you'll hyperventilate. Come here." I sat down next to him on the couch. "Put the Quaffle down." I obeyed. "Lie down." He was sitting and I laid my head in his lap. "Close your eyes." I did so. "And relax."

Fred started pulling his fingers through my hair and I was instantly reminded of that time we were in the tower back at Hogwarts. I smiled. I did feel much more relaxed, calm.

"What time do you need to be on the Pitch?" I heard Fred ask, though he somehow felt farther away.

"Ten," I heard myself say.

I suddenly felt so aware of everything around me, but none of it mattered. It was like I was free from this cage, a mental block, I suppose. I felt so much better, my head was clear—no more buzzing, no more traffic, no more confusion.

I felt Fred's lips press against mine. My head reached the back of his neck and pulled him closer to me. A sudden crack ended the bliss. My eyes shot open.

"Where is Angelina?" I heard Alicia ask.

"Here," I said, my head still resting in Fred's lap.

"YAY! ANG!" She waved ribbons through the air. "I'm so excited!" She shouted with her high-pitched voice.

I smiled, though agitated.

"Alicia," Fred turned to face her, "I was attempting to calm Angelina down, prepare her for her game, you know?"

"Oh, right, sorry. GOOD LUCK, ANGELINA!" She left and my eyes closed again.

I exhaled. Fred resumed the stroking of my hair. I regained the relaxed sensation I had before. Fred's hand grabbed hold of mine and he intertwined our fingers. I felt his hair pass over my cheek and he bent down again to kiss me.

"Take my mind off things, Fred," I said in a near whisper.

"Johnson, good, you're early!"

I was beaming, I was so ready for this game, 'It's just like at Hogwarts' is what I kept telling myself. The other team was just like Slytherin and we would beat the hell out of them today.

"Angelina, you're positively glowing," one of my team mates observed.

I smiled at her, "I'm just ready to kick some ass, is all."

We stepped out of the changing rooms and headed onto the field to begin the match. I spotted Fred and the others in the stands and waved.

Once I looked around at the rest of the pitch, my thoughts of Hogwarts were smothered slightly. It was just so much more intense; the pitch seemed larger, more crowded—louder. But I was still in the zone, plays running through my head at my command. My clear head was reflected by the sky above. It was really bright outside, which could make it difficult to see, I pictured Oliver lecturing us about this back at school and I felt that I was at home, getting back on the Pitch to begin a surely victorious game.

And it was. The plays were executed perfectly. It seemed as though the team was reading each others mind, this was a payoff for our intense practices. We knew each others moves, we knew where we needed to be and this showed. The other team just seemed to be flying alongside, watching. "It was a well-earned victory," the other team captain had said as he shook hands with ours. I noticed how attractive he was as my mind became aware of other things in my presence. I shook hands with him and the rest of the team.

I turned to my right and saw my cheerleaders running towards me. Fred rushed towards me and I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could hardly think of a time more perfect than this one. I grabbed his face and kissed him. He spun around several times and then Alicia and George praised me. I smiled and thanked them, introducing them to the rest of the team and in turn, we were introduced to those related to the team. I couldn't help but smile when I saw Aidan standing there with the captain.

Fred and George announced a party at their flat and I just brought Fred's face back to my own and kiss him more. I gave him several more small kisses and thanked him.

It was dark when we finally arrived at their flat, George asking the team if they were interested in anything while Fred flew open the door to their flat upstairs.

Being a horrible party host, Fred just flicked his wand and there was food, then he walked—with me around his waist, kissing him all the while—to his bedroom.

Later in the night, the festivities died down and people started heading home. I was still as elated with our victory.

March ended with a bang, saying as there were only a couple of days—meaning two until the twins' birthday, Alicia and I were strategizing, trying to figure out what we were going to do.

"Dinner is totally played out," she pointed out.

"Yeah, we need something fun, unexpected—exactly how the twins' are. But what? What can we do? After their fantastic display of affection on Valentine's Day and Fred's new relaxation methods, I'm drawing a complete blank."

"Yeah, and I hate to say it, but parties are getting played out as well."

"Who ever thought that was possible?" I smiled at her and sat on my couch, brainstorming.

"What do they need?"

"I don't know!" Alicia exclaimed.

"They keep everything about that damn shop so secret, I would love to invest in it or something—but good luck trying to get any information out of them," I pulled my fingers threw my hair.

"Maybe we should just ask them what they want." Alicia stated.

I shrugged, "Could hurt. We're not as good keeping our secrets to ourselves as they are, either. I was completely surprised on Valentine's Day—I wish he would let me do something like that for him, but it's damn near impossible. I'm not that clever."

Fred and George arrived about half an hour later.

"Hey, Love," Fred sat on my lap.

I groaned, "Fred, get up." I attempted to push him off of me, to no avail. He scooted over on his own free will and then kissed me. I pulled away but he pulled me back and kept kissed me.

"Uh, should we leave?" George asked.

I shook my head, but Fred nodded. We were still kissing; it was hard to communicate when our mouths were already so busy.

"We'll go," Alicia said, taking George's hand.

A muffled 'no' came from my mouth. Fred got on top of me. He turned to talk to George and Alicia. "Go," he winked.

"Fred," I turned his head toward me, "stop." I turned to them, "Stay."

George and Alicia looked at each other, "Just do what we were talking about," Alicia said.

I rolled my eyes and heard two distinct cracks.

"Fred, what do you want from your birthday?" I asked as he kissed my neck.

I felt him smile into my neck and then kiss it again, "What I always get for my birthday, Angelina."

"And what else?"

"Nothing. You're all I ask for," and he kissed me on my lips.

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