A/N: This is my first ever Harry fan fic, so no flames please. This is a pretty fluffy story, so if you don't think Fred and Angelina should get together DON'T READ! Italics signify thoughts and ~*~*~*~ means that the scene has changed.
Chapter 1:
This can't be happening!
"Angel, where are you going?" a soft husky voice murmured in her ear.
"P-p-pardon?" she stammered as a strong pair of tanned arms pinned her own to her side. Although she didn't dare turn around, she knew who it was- she'd have known that voice anywhere, the only question was, what on earth was he doing?
"You can't fight it anymore, Angel- please don't leave," his breath brushed past her ear, teasing her with his closeness. Suddenly, he swept her long, chocolate brown hair to the side, his fingers dancing across her skin briefly, sending shivers up her spine and, softly, his lips attacked her neck with a new fervour. Impulsively, she turned and gazed into his sapphire eyes, but the laughter that usually lit them had been replaced by something else, though she couldn't quite place it.
"We- we shouldn't-" she breathed, feeling his arm snake around her waist, settling into the small of her back as if God had created them to fit together, like the pieces in a puzzle. Closing her eyes so she couldn't see him, Angelina felt herself get pulled into a hug, not like the friendly hugs she'd shared with him before, this was different-
"Why?" he whispered, his face dangerously close to hers. Even though her own were closed, she could feel his eyes devouring her, drinking her in. "Why fight it when it's so right?" Closing the few inches left between them, he kissed her, the final piece of the puzzle in place.
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Angelina Johnson sat bolt upright in her bed, her breath catching every few seconds.
"Oh my God," she whispered, eyes wide open. "Oh my-"
"Angie, are you Ok?" Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bells concerned faces swam into view.
"It's alright, it was only a nightmare," Katie soothed, conjuring a glass of water from midair and passing it to her pale friend. Alicia sat on the edge of the four poster, stroking Angelinas hair, but she shook it off, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and heading towards her closet. She extracted a robe from somewhere within the depths and pulled it on over her t-shirt.
"No Katie, that's where you're wrong," she sighed. "That's what has me so confused."
"Huh?" the other two asked in confusion. "What is that supposed to-"
"What time is it?" Angelina demanded, completely ignoring her friend's reaction to this strange announcement as she laced up her joggers.
"Err- 5:30," Katie answered. Angelina nodded and swept out the door, fastening the final buttons whilst she ran down the staircase. "Ange, where are you going?" she called after her in exasperation.
"For a walk." Moments later, Katie and Alicia heard the portrait swing open on its hinges and close again. The fat lady yawned and mumbled "Good morning," at the hastily retreating form of Angelina, before leaning her head on the frame again and dozing off. Alicia turned to Katie, shock written into every line on her face.
"What the hell was that all about?" she whispered.
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Angelina ran blindly through the long corridors, tears blurring her vision. As she fled past the paintings of old professors and students, some called out to her whilst others, still in hairnets or snoring softly, leant their heads on hands and slept. Finally, she turned sharply to her left and pushed open the massive oak doors, barely pausing to breathe in the early morning air. Running as fast as she could across the smooth lawns, she headed for the Willow near the lake-
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After nearly an hour debating with Katie what they should do, Alicia strode into the 5^th year boys' dormitory, purpose echoing in every step. Taking a deep breath and praying that he had clothes on, Alicia pulled back the drapes on one of the beds, sighing with relief when she found he was wearing boxers.
"Fred! Fred, wake up," she whispered urgently, shaking him awake.
"Wassamatter?" he murmured, squinting up into her face. "There's no practise today, Leesh, go back to sleep-"
"I know that there's no practise, Weasley. There's something wrong with Angelina-" she blurted out. Well, hadn't she said the magic words? She might as well have told him that the castle was on fire. Jumping up, he threw on the crumpled robe at the end of his bed, and shook her slightly.
"What?" he asked, concern lacing his would-be casual voice.
"I don't know, but she ran out of the dormitory ages ago and hasn't come back," she said, her voice trembling a little.
"Don't worry, I'll find her," he promised and, snatching up the cloak on a nearby chair, he clambered through the portrait hole.
"What's going on this morning?" the fat lady huffed. "I'll never get any sleep at this rate-"
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Angelina gazed out onto the glassy surface of the lake, brushing tears away impatiently.
"This is stupid!" she told herself. "I mean it was only a dream - right?" Behind her, a twig snapped and without looking up, she pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. Still staring at the lake, she said evenly: " I was wondering how long it would take for them to wake you."
"Well, you did give them quite a scare, you know," Fred replied, settling himself on the grass beside her and joining her in looking at the surface of the water. "You wanna talk about it?"
"No, not really," she whispered, turning to face him for the first time. "You do of course realise that I now have no place to go when I'm upset that you don't know about."
"I can leave if you'd like me to," he offered, not making any move to get up.
"Nah, it's good," she insisted, going back to staring. An icy breath of wind rustled through the trees, making her tremble a little with cold and a few seconds later, she felt a cloak being draped gently around her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her skin. She shivered again as she remembered the dream.
"Hey, I'd give you my robe as well, but then I'd only have my boxers on, and a guy could freeze to death out here," he joked. Angelina smiled weakly.
"Aha, she smiles!" he yelled, leaping to his feet.
"Shhh, keep your voice down would you?" she scolded. "And I did not."
"Did too!" Fred insisted, smiling devilishly.
"Not," she replied, fighting the smile that lurked just below the surface. Suddenly, two hands darted out and grabbed her wrists, pulling her to her feet as well.
"What the-" she gasped.
"Admit it!" Fred grinned, keeping a firm, but suprisingly gentle grip on her wrists, Backing up in surprise, Angelina suddenly found herself with nowhere to go, as the trunk of the willow stropped her from retreating any further.
"Never!" she whispered defiantly, some of the old light returning to her smouldering eyes. The friendly banter went on for another couple of minutes before Fred starting whining.
"Go on, Angel, just admit that you smiled," he said, pouting a little.
"Give up whilst you're behind Weasley," she said, in mock seriousness. Suddenly, it occurred to Angelina what a compromising position she'd gotten herself into. Looking up slowly, she found herself staring into the same oceanic eyes of her dream. Suddenly, brown eyes locked with blue-
Chapter 1:
This can't be happening!
"Angel, where are you going?" a soft husky voice murmured in her ear.
"P-p-pardon?" she stammered as a strong pair of tanned arms pinned her own to her side. Although she didn't dare turn around, she knew who it was- she'd have known that voice anywhere, the only question was, what on earth was he doing?
"You can't fight it anymore, Angel- please don't leave," his breath brushed past her ear, teasing her with his closeness. Suddenly, he swept her long, chocolate brown hair to the side, his fingers dancing across her skin briefly, sending shivers up her spine and, softly, his lips attacked her neck with a new fervour. Impulsively, she turned and gazed into his sapphire eyes, but the laughter that usually lit them had been replaced by something else, though she couldn't quite place it.
"We- we shouldn't-" she breathed, feeling his arm snake around her waist, settling into the small of her back as if God had created them to fit together, like the pieces in a puzzle. Closing her eyes so she couldn't see him, Angelina felt herself get pulled into a hug, not like the friendly hugs she'd shared with him before, this was different-
"Why?" he whispered, his face dangerously close to hers. Even though her own were closed, she could feel his eyes devouring her, drinking her in. "Why fight it when it's so right?" Closing the few inches left between them, he kissed her, the final piece of the puzzle in place.
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Angelina Johnson sat bolt upright in her bed, her breath catching every few seconds.
"Oh my God," she whispered, eyes wide open. "Oh my-"
"Angie, are you Ok?" Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bells concerned faces swam into view.
"It's alright, it was only a nightmare," Katie soothed, conjuring a glass of water from midair and passing it to her pale friend. Alicia sat on the edge of the four poster, stroking Angelinas hair, but she shook it off, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and heading towards her closet. She extracted a robe from somewhere within the depths and pulled it on over her t-shirt.
"No Katie, that's where you're wrong," she sighed. "That's what has me so confused."
"Huh?" the other two asked in confusion. "What is that supposed to-"
"What time is it?" Angelina demanded, completely ignoring her friend's reaction to this strange announcement as she laced up her joggers.
"Err- 5:30," Katie answered. Angelina nodded and swept out the door, fastening the final buttons whilst she ran down the staircase. "Ange, where are you going?" she called after her in exasperation.
"For a walk." Moments later, Katie and Alicia heard the portrait swing open on its hinges and close again. The fat lady yawned and mumbled "Good morning," at the hastily retreating form of Angelina, before leaning her head on the frame again and dozing off. Alicia turned to Katie, shock written into every line on her face.
"What the hell was that all about?" she whispered.
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Angelina ran blindly through the long corridors, tears blurring her vision. As she fled past the paintings of old professors and students, some called out to her whilst others, still in hairnets or snoring softly, leant their heads on hands and slept. Finally, she turned sharply to her left and pushed open the massive oak doors, barely pausing to breathe in the early morning air. Running as fast as she could across the smooth lawns, she headed for the Willow near the lake-
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After nearly an hour debating with Katie what they should do, Alicia strode into the 5^th year boys' dormitory, purpose echoing in every step. Taking a deep breath and praying that he had clothes on, Alicia pulled back the drapes on one of the beds, sighing with relief when she found he was wearing boxers.
"Fred! Fred, wake up," she whispered urgently, shaking him awake.
"Wassamatter?" he murmured, squinting up into her face. "There's no practise today, Leesh, go back to sleep-"
"I know that there's no practise, Weasley. There's something wrong with Angelina-" she blurted out. Well, hadn't she said the magic words? She might as well have told him that the castle was on fire. Jumping up, he threw on the crumpled robe at the end of his bed, and shook her slightly.
"What?" he asked, concern lacing his would-be casual voice.
"I don't know, but she ran out of the dormitory ages ago and hasn't come back," she said, her voice trembling a little.
"Don't worry, I'll find her," he promised and, snatching up the cloak on a nearby chair, he clambered through the portrait hole.
"What's going on this morning?" the fat lady huffed. "I'll never get any sleep at this rate-"
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Angelina gazed out onto the glassy surface of the lake, brushing tears away impatiently.
"This is stupid!" she told herself. "I mean it was only a dream - right?" Behind her, a twig snapped and without looking up, she pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face. Still staring at the lake, she said evenly: " I was wondering how long it would take for them to wake you."
"Well, you did give them quite a scare, you know," Fred replied, settling himself on the grass beside her and joining her in looking at the surface of the water. "You wanna talk about it?"
"No, not really," she whispered, turning to face him for the first time. "You do of course realise that I now have no place to go when I'm upset that you don't know about."
"I can leave if you'd like me to," he offered, not making any move to get up.
"Nah, it's good," she insisted, going back to staring. An icy breath of wind rustled through the trees, making her tremble a little with cold and a few seconds later, she felt a cloak being draped gently around her shoulders, his fingers brushing against her skin. She shivered again as she remembered the dream.
"Hey, I'd give you my robe as well, but then I'd only have my boxers on, and a guy could freeze to death out here," he joked. Angelina smiled weakly.
"Aha, she smiles!" he yelled, leaping to his feet.
"Shhh, keep your voice down would you?" she scolded. "And I did not."
"Did too!" Fred insisted, smiling devilishly.
"Not," she replied, fighting the smile that lurked just below the surface. Suddenly, two hands darted out and grabbed her wrists, pulling her to her feet as well.
"What the-" she gasped.
"Admit it!" Fred grinned, keeping a firm, but suprisingly gentle grip on her wrists, Backing up in surprise, Angelina suddenly found herself with nowhere to go, as the trunk of the willow stropped her from retreating any further.
"Never!" she whispered defiantly, some of the old light returning to her smouldering eyes. The friendly banter went on for another couple of minutes before Fred starting whining.
"Go on, Angel, just admit that you smiled," he said, pouting a little.
"Give up whilst you're behind Weasley," she said, in mock seriousness. Suddenly, it occurred to Angelina what a compromising position she'd gotten herself into. Looking up slowly, she found herself staring into the same oceanic eyes of her dream. Suddenly, brown eyes locked with blue-