Disclaimers: Own nothing
A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Here's the second part. The story's all ready done, but it's a short one.
Chapter Two: A Little More Complicated
The next few days passed quickly when I wasn't paying attention to Angelina. Which was all the time.
I watched as she turned all giggly and girly around my brother. Angel had never acted like a girl. She was always one of the guys and it never really bothered her.
That's why I like her. My Angel doesn't care what people think. She'll do what she wants to do and very rarely cares about the consequences. She won't do anything just because it's cool. That's probably why she always helps me and George with our practical jokes.
I dragged my broom defeatedly through the corridors. Even my Quidditch was affected by her. During practice, instead of looking out for bludgers. I'd watch her as she flew around with Alicia. Let's just say I've been knocked off my broom three times in the past five days.
I walked into the common room and headed up to the dorms. Angelina was just coming down, looking refreshed and beautiful.
She smiled brightly at me. "George, I was hoping to run into you!"
I opened my mouth to correct her, but found I couldn't because her lips were attatched to mine.
Angelina took full advantage of my surprise, sliding her arms behind my neck. Her mouth was warm and moving under mine.
But being the idiot I was, I just stood there, while the girl of my dreams was in my arms, not doing anything.
Angelina pulled away from me, her face scrunched up in disappointment. "I-It's okay if you don't want to-"
My lips cut her off mid-sentence. How could she think I didn't want her? I've been drooling over her since second year. Her tongue was tracing the entrance of my mouth, asking for entry. I happily obliged and-
Wow.
I've kissed a few girls in my life, but none of them made me feel like this. My heart was beating furiously and it was getting harder to breath. But I didn't want oxygen. I wanted Angelina. She's all I really need to survive. Kissing her was like playing twenty games of Quidditch all at once. Exhilarating. Heart stopping. Mind blowing.
Oh, God. I'm in love with her.
A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. Here's the second part. The story's all ready done, but it's a short one.
Chapter Two: A Little More Complicated
The next few days passed quickly when I wasn't paying attention to Angelina. Which was all the time.
I watched as she turned all giggly and girly around my brother. Angel had never acted like a girl. She was always one of the guys and it never really bothered her.
That's why I like her. My Angel doesn't care what people think. She'll do what she wants to do and very rarely cares about the consequences. She won't do anything just because it's cool. That's probably why she always helps me and George with our practical jokes.
I dragged my broom defeatedly through the corridors. Even my Quidditch was affected by her. During practice, instead of looking out for bludgers. I'd watch her as she flew around with Alicia. Let's just say I've been knocked off my broom three times in the past five days.
I walked into the common room and headed up to the dorms. Angelina was just coming down, looking refreshed and beautiful.
She smiled brightly at me. "George, I was hoping to run into you!"
I opened my mouth to correct her, but found I couldn't because her lips were attatched to mine.
Angelina took full advantage of my surprise, sliding her arms behind my neck. Her mouth was warm and moving under mine.
But being the idiot I was, I just stood there, while the girl of my dreams was in my arms, not doing anything.
Angelina pulled away from me, her face scrunched up in disappointment. "I-It's okay if you don't want to-"
My lips cut her off mid-sentence. How could she think I didn't want her? I've been drooling over her since second year. Her tongue was tracing the entrance of my mouth, asking for entry. I happily obliged and-
Wow.
I've kissed a few girls in my life, but none of them made me feel like this. My heart was beating furiously and it was getting harder to breath. But I didn't want oxygen. I wanted Angelina. She's all I really need to survive. Kissing her was like playing twenty games of Quidditch all at once. Exhilarating. Heart stopping. Mind blowing.
Oh, God. I'm in love with her.