Responsibilities
Author's Note: this is my first Fred/Angelina fic. I honestly don't know why I'm starting to like this pair, but they're a fun couple and I decided to do this fic for them. It's their seventh year and there will be some other pairings in here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, but I do own this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 9
Two weeks into December, students were receiving letters from home requesting for them to come home for Christmas, and even the Weasley kids got one. "Mum wants us all home this Christmas and of course, Harry, Hermione and Angelina are invited." Said Ron, passing the letter around the table. By now, of course all of Hogwarts knew about Fred and Angelina's daughter, so Madam Pomfrey would take care of her during class times and allowed her to bring her to dinner or lunch during any other time of the day. Fred was holding her and had a sugar quill in his hand, which he allowed her to suck on while he read the letter.
"She could have just sent a howler and said Merry Christmas you know." He muttered. George took the letter away and read it.
"Bill and Charlie are gonna be home! Extra gifts mates." He announced happily. Angelina took the sugar quill out of her daughter's mouth and put it in her own mouth as she looked over the letter from her parents.
"Well my parents are going for a trip this Christmas, I suppose I could send them a picture of the baby while we're at the Burrow. I can't stand going on their bloody Christmas trips. They're never really Christmas like." She informed, and looked down at the baby girl looking at the sugar quill with pleading eyes. "Really Fred, now you've gone and gotten her addicted." She said, taking the quill out of her mouth and allowing her daughter to suck the tip.
"Are you sure you should give her that?" asked Ginny curiously.
"It just a little piece Gin'." Said Ron. "It won't kill her. just might keep her up all night though."
"Miss Johnson. Mr. Weasley." Said McGonagall from behind them and they looked up at her. "I'm sure you're aware you're feeding your child sweets at the precious age of a month?" she asked and Fred scowled as Angelina pulled the quill out of the baby's mouth.
"Sorry professor." They said and she walked off.
"Who the hell does she think she is telling us how to raise our daughter?" Fred muttered bitterly as the baby whimpered in his arms. Angelina checked her watch and stood up.
"Well, I had better get her to madam Pomfrey. I'll meet you in Divinations." She said, taking the baby out of Fred's arms. "Meet you in Divinations." She said and kissed him n the cheek. "Oh, and we'll have to work on your language around the baby." When she left, Ginny turned to her brother.
"So, you two are getting married again I suppose?" she asked and Fred nodded, explaining that he had re-proposed to her later that night after Jackie was born.
"Well we had better head up to the owlery and write to mum telling her that everyone agrees, eh?" said Ron, getting up and stretching. "Then prepare for potions."
"Well Weasley, I hear you have added a new addition to your family, most unfortunate." Fred looked up and the others turned around in their seats. Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco.
"What do you need Malfoy? Family didn't invite you home for Christmas? Shame, they must get enough of you during the summer." Malfoy glared at the red head and looked up at Fred.
"So you're the father, eh? I feel sorry for Johnson. She went and ruined her life getting mixed up with you Weasleys, she did." Ron jumped up and grabbed Malfoy by the front of his robes and neither Harry nor Hermione tried to hold him back.
"Hold your tongue, Draco. From what I hear, you use to have a thing for Angelina. You're just jealous of the fact that you're a filthy Slytherin and she would never fall for some one like you, so get out of my faith before I mess you up so much not even Snape'll be able to look at you." Ron let go and sat back down as if nothing had happened and began eating again. When Draco had walked off, George leaned across the table and ruffled his brother's hair.
"Nice job, Ronnikins. How'd you know Malfoy use to fancy Angelina?" asked the Weasley twin excitedly. Ron laughed.
"Lavender and Parvati's usual gossip. Found out from a Hufflepuff that is friends with a Ravenclaw that was dating a Slytherin. Said that Malfoy wrote Angelina a poem but never got up the nerve to give it to her." Answered Ron with a shrug. Fred sighed and looked up at the ceiling and gathered his things up.
"Where are you going?" asked Hermione, looking up at him as he began to walk off.
"I need to talk to Angelina about something before class. I'll see you guys around, ok." He said, and left. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Angelina had exited the hospital wing, Fred was waiting outside for her. He grinned at her and she smiled. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to meet me up at the classroom." She said.
"Got bored. Besides, I wanted to talk to you about something." She looked up at him in confusion. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't think you were getting yourself into something you didn't want to be in just because I was the father of your child." Angelina rolled her eyes at him. She knew he was going to have some kind of feeling like this.
"Really Fred. If I thought I was getting my self into something I didn't want to be in, I wouldn't have had this baby or accepted you little proposal, now would I?" she said. Fred frowned a bit.
"Yeah but you could have done it cuz you felt like it was the only thing you could do and ." Angelina shook her head and stopped, dropping her books on the ground and pulling Fred close to her, kissing him.
"I love you, you stupid prat. Now, let's go to class, k. Don't need Trawlaney trying to predict some unfortunate reason why we're lte, now do we?" she said, picking her things up off the ground and taking his hand, pulling him onward.
Next Up: Christmas at the burrow. YUP, this story is a few chapters from being over.
Author's Note: this is my first Fred/Angelina fic. I honestly don't know why I'm starting to like this pair, but they're a fun couple and I decided to do this fic for them. It's their seventh year and there will be some other pairings in here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, but I do own this story. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~* Chapter 9
Two weeks into December, students were receiving letters from home requesting for them to come home for Christmas, and even the Weasley kids got one. "Mum wants us all home this Christmas and of course, Harry, Hermione and Angelina are invited." Said Ron, passing the letter around the table. By now, of course all of Hogwarts knew about Fred and Angelina's daughter, so Madam Pomfrey would take care of her during class times and allowed her to bring her to dinner or lunch during any other time of the day. Fred was holding her and had a sugar quill in his hand, which he allowed her to suck on while he read the letter.
"She could have just sent a howler and said Merry Christmas you know." He muttered. George took the letter away and read it.
"Bill and Charlie are gonna be home! Extra gifts mates." He announced happily. Angelina took the sugar quill out of her daughter's mouth and put it in her own mouth as she looked over the letter from her parents.
"Well my parents are going for a trip this Christmas, I suppose I could send them a picture of the baby while we're at the Burrow. I can't stand going on their bloody Christmas trips. They're never really Christmas like." She informed, and looked down at the baby girl looking at the sugar quill with pleading eyes. "Really Fred, now you've gone and gotten her addicted." She said, taking the quill out of her mouth and allowing her daughter to suck the tip.
"Are you sure you should give her that?" asked Ginny curiously.
"It just a little piece Gin'." Said Ron. "It won't kill her. just might keep her up all night though."
"Miss Johnson. Mr. Weasley." Said McGonagall from behind them and they looked up at her. "I'm sure you're aware you're feeding your child sweets at the precious age of a month?" she asked and Fred scowled as Angelina pulled the quill out of the baby's mouth.
"Sorry professor." They said and she walked off.
"Who the hell does she think she is telling us how to raise our daughter?" Fred muttered bitterly as the baby whimpered in his arms. Angelina checked her watch and stood up.
"Well, I had better get her to madam Pomfrey. I'll meet you in Divinations." She said, taking the baby out of Fred's arms. "Meet you in Divinations." She said and kissed him n the cheek. "Oh, and we'll have to work on your language around the baby." When she left, Ginny turned to her brother.
"So, you two are getting married again I suppose?" she asked and Fred nodded, explaining that he had re-proposed to her later that night after Jackie was born.
"Well we had better head up to the owlery and write to mum telling her that everyone agrees, eh?" said Ron, getting up and stretching. "Then prepare for potions."
"Well Weasley, I hear you have added a new addition to your family, most unfortunate." Fred looked up and the others turned around in their seats. Ron narrowed his eyes at Draco.
"What do you need Malfoy? Family didn't invite you home for Christmas? Shame, they must get enough of you during the summer." Malfoy glared at the red head and looked up at Fred.
"So you're the father, eh? I feel sorry for Johnson. She went and ruined her life getting mixed up with you Weasleys, she did." Ron jumped up and grabbed Malfoy by the front of his robes and neither Harry nor Hermione tried to hold him back.
"Hold your tongue, Draco. From what I hear, you use to have a thing for Angelina. You're just jealous of the fact that you're a filthy Slytherin and she would never fall for some one like you, so get out of my faith before I mess you up so much not even Snape'll be able to look at you." Ron let go and sat back down as if nothing had happened and began eating again. When Draco had walked off, George leaned across the table and ruffled his brother's hair.
"Nice job, Ronnikins. How'd you know Malfoy use to fancy Angelina?" asked the Weasley twin excitedly. Ron laughed.
"Lavender and Parvati's usual gossip. Found out from a Hufflepuff that is friends with a Ravenclaw that was dating a Slytherin. Said that Malfoy wrote Angelina a poem but never got up the nerve to give it to her." Answered Ron with a shrug. Fred sighed and looked up at the ceiling and gathered his things up.
"Where are you going?" asked Hermione, looking up at him as he began to walk off.
"I need to talk to Angelina about something before class. I'll see you guys around, ok." He said, and left. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Angelina had exited the hospital wing, Fred was waiting outside for her. He grinned at her and she smiled. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to meet me up at the classroom." She said.
"Got bored. Besides, I wanted to talk to you about something." She looked up at him in confusion. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't think you were getting yourself into something you didn't want to be in just because I was the father of your child." Angelina rolled her eyes at him. She knew he was going to have some kind of feeling like this.
"Really Fred. If I thought I was getting my self into something I didn't want to be in, I wouldn't have had this baby or accepted you little proposal, now would I?" she said. Fred frowned a bit.
"Yeah but you could have done it cuz you felt like it was the only thing you could do and ." Angelina shook her head and stopped, dropping her books on the ground and pulling Fred close to her, kissing him.
"I love you, you stupid prat. Now, let's go to class, k. Don't need Trawlaney trying to predict some unfortunate reason why we're lte, now do we?" she said, picking her things up off the ground and taking his hand, pulling him onward.
Next Up: Christmas at the burrow. YUP, this story is a few chapters from being over.
