for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
~Love scenes censored. Language and slight adult situations. Not for kids.~
Colorblind by Teda
Angelina should have known the minute she Apparated into Whizzing Weasley's Joke shop that
her day already had gone to hell in a gasoline soaked hand basket. The note from her father should
have been her first clue. The instant she and Fred saw one another they had begun talking over
each other trying to get in the first word.
"Your mother came to the shop..." he anxiously said.
"...father just sent me a note saying I need to go home quickly, I think he knows we're together."
"...gave her a furry face and I think tentacles, too. I-I'm sure she's mighty pissed right now."
"We might as well go and face the music-what did you say was done to my Mum?!" Angelina replied, frowning as Fred's statement finally sunk in. Sure, her Mum infuriated her at times, but she still adored her. That was her Mum after all!
"I-It was a joke, Angie. Nothing serious or permanently harmful." George cringed under the hard glare she sent in his direction. His face flustered, ears reddening as he tried not to make a break for it out of fear. Honestly, all women were dead scary when they were pissed.
"You did what to my Mum?" Angelina deadpanned as she listened to her boyfriend and his brother try to talk her out of murdering them. Well, George anyway.
"Thought it was funny at the time." George lamely said, hiding behind his work desk. He turned a pleading look to his brother in hopes for a distraction or at least an eye witness to his mysterious disappearance if he didn't make it out of the shop alive.
"That's my Mum you're talking about, you prat! Not some unlucky, stupid bastard you con into trying out your treats! George, how could you?" Angelina hissed, never more angry at him in her life. She instinctively rolled up her sleeves in preparation for a beatdown.
Fred, seeing a rapidly deteriorating situation stepped in and wrapped his arms around Angelina's waist, pulling her away from his shamefaced brother. The joke had been funny to him a while ago, but faced with Angelina's honest anger, he knew George had overstepped boundaries.
"Honey, honey, forget about him for a minute. What's this about your folks and a note?" Fred questioned. He lead her to the back of the store for privacy and to give his brother time enough to make a hasty exit. Instead of explaining she just pulled out the note from her pocket and handed it to him. His quickly paling face was answer enough. They both were on the same page and at the same conclusion. They were officially boned!
Fred inwardly was freaking out. Not only would he have to tell Angelina about why her mother had come to the shop, but what had transpired. Damn.
"Angel, you better sit down. I need to tell you something." he sighed, taking her small hands in his and giving a little squeeze. He pulled out a chair and made her sit down as he went over what really happened between George and her mother. Even as he explained the mess to her, he couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked in her pink outfit. How much he loved her and hated to be the barer of bad news.
Mouth dropping slightly, Angelina couldn't believe her ears. Her Mum wouldn't-couldn't do
anything so heinous! Bribing her boyfriend or at least the guy she wrongly assumed was hers!
My God, were we in the stone age were you couldn't even look past class or social standings or
color?!
"Angel, say something." Fred asked, worried over her stunned expression. She was way too quiet. He guessed she had to be in severe shock.
"Tell George you're going out for a bit. We're going to my parents." Angelina quietly said, stone faced. She yanked out her wand from her back pocket and roughly grabbed Fred's arm.
"Uh, Angel. You might want to calm down first before-"
"I'M CALM! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M NOT CALM?!" She screamed, causing Fred to wince and George hiding up front to pretend he was a part of the furniture.
"N-No reason." Fred said, cautiously pulling the angry girl into his arms. She stiffened for a moment before relaxing in his embrace. He rubbed her back in a soothing motion as soft sniffles rang out. She was crying...Angie never cried, really. Just hearing that enraged him and made him want to hex her family into oblivion.
"It's times like this I wish I were adopted." She whispered jokingly, while she wiped at her eyes.
"You can have my family. We're always eager to welcome one more." Fred smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. Moving across her damp cheek, his mouth covered hers in a long, hard kiss.
"You ready?" he asked, reluctantly pulling away.
"As I'll ever be. I have a lot to say, so I'll warn you ahead of time." Angelina replied.
"Good. And if I end up cursing someone or starting a riot or ending up spending a night in jail, just know I love you." he chuckled. He snatched up the money bag and gave a little wink to his brother before turning to his love. They shared a special smile before nodding in resolution. Clasping hands, the couple Disapparated with a sharp crack.
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The Johnson Mansion was exactly like Angelina had explained it was. Fred stood slackjawed as he looked around. It was spacious and beautifully decorated. Crystal chandeliers lined the ceiling of the foyer, beautifully hand crafted vases littered the wide space and white marble floors lit up the room. Just the artwork on the wall of the foyer alone was worth more than Arthur Weasley made in a year. Angie grew up in this kind of environment, yet wasn't spoiled or conceited or snobbish. He wondered how such a wonderful girl had such rigid parents.
"Welcome." A booming voice called out, startling the couple. Looking ahead, Rueban Johnson was walking toward them from the bottom of the staircase. If his glare was any indication, he was not in the best of moods.
"Angelina, I see you've brought that boy. Good. Come with me to the study." Rueban replied, turning his back to them as he opened a heavy maplewood door.
Angelina and Fred shared a wary glance, but followed behind. Walking into the room, Angelina gasped as she saw her Mum sitting at the settee.
*Oh, my God. He wasn't joking about the face.* She thought, cringing at her mother. Like a character in carnival act, her normally beautiful mother's face was covered in a thick fur like pelt. The tentacles were absent, thankfully, but looking closely she could see little pock marks on her face from where they had been.
As angry as she was with her parents, she still felt the need to strangle George for what he done to her Mum. She'd punish him later...
Fred gaped openly at Natasia Johnson. It was almost hard to tear his gaze away. All he knew was he was grateful he had not done the hex. Geez!
"So it's true. When your mother told me you were dating this boy, I couldn't believe it. This boy has mutilated your mothers face as a sick joke. Is this the kind of guy you choose for a boyfriend? Are you happy to see your Mum like this, Angelina" her father raged, pointing to his wife.
"No, I'm not happy, dad. But Fred here is innocent. George was the one Mum met with today. You know, George Weasley, his twin. I'm sure you heard of the Weasley twins. But enough about that. That will be dealt with believe me. How about why you came to the joke shop today, Mum? Bribery, Mum?" Angelina replied, staring her mother down.
"I did it to protect you. That boy is not right for you. Look how they tricked me and took the money. Gutter trash, that's what they are." Natasia snapped.
Fred stiffened in pure anger as he reminded himself he couldn't physically fight back, no matter how much he wanted smack the crap out of Angie's Mum. But he didn't need to with his gal there fighting for him.
"How dare you?! Don't you ever say such a thing in my presence again. You wanted the truth, fine, here it is. Yes, Fred and I are a couple and have been for a long time. We've been sneaking around behind your backs because you're both so racist. We love each other and if you don't approve, too damn bad!" Angelina yelled.
Natasia gasped loudly, putting her hands over her mouth. Her child had never gone against them until she started seeing him. He was the cause of this conflict.
"You would put him above your family? What makes you think it'll last, Angelina? You have nothing in common except childish hobbies from school. Can your love support you financially?" Rueban snarled, placing his hand on his trembling wifes shoulder.
"I have a career, remember. I don't need anyone to support me. Fred is financially able to support himself, also." Angelina said, frowning. She tightened her grip on Fred's hand and he gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles in response.
"Yes, running a joke shop." He rolled his eyes scornfully.
"I suppose the restaurant business is above all that, right Dad?" she said, smirking when her father blushed furiously. One point for her!
"Look, Mr. Johnson, I know you don't like or approve of me. But I love your daughter and we're happy together. Bitching about it or trying to pressure us isn't going to change anything." Fred spoke up.
"You love her. Please, spare us. Well, that's all good and sweet, but for how long, Mr. Weasley? Until some pretty new girl catches your eye and you dump Angelina. Are you so in love with her or more enamored with her skin color? Is this one of your little chocolate fantasies white boys have of seducing some black girl? Huh, how deep is your so called love?" Natasia sneered.
Flabbergasted, Fred could only look at the older woman in disbelief. He'd never heard such blatant racism in his life outside of the Malfoy family. They honestly thought the worse of him and didn't care anything about Angelina's feelings in the matter.
Shaking her head, Angelina was filled with such hurt at her parents cruelness. She had been reluctant to come home knowing they probably knew of her and Fred's relationship and would be furious. All hope of coming to a peaceful resolution went out the door the minute they attacked the relationship.
"I love your daughter and not because she's black, but because she's my soul mate. I don't give a damn what you accept as truth or not. And finally meeting you today, I'm in awe that she's as kind and well adjusted as she is. So you can take your threats and your money and shove them where the sun should have bit you." Fred snarled, taking the bag of money out of his robe pocket and flinging it to the ground between him and her parents. The money spilled out of the pouch and Angelina tensed up at the sight of it.
"Is this all I'm worth to you? You try and bribe my boyfriend to stop seeing me, for what? He's not rich enough for you? He's not the ideal race for you? How dare you meddle in my life like this? I trusted you." Angelina said.
She pulled her hand from Fred's and started pacing in agitation, not knowing whether to cry or laugh at the absurdness of it all. And her parents didn't even know the full story...
"Angelina, if you trusted us so much you would have told us instead of sneaking around." Rueban stated, crossing the space between him and his daughter. He held out his hand trying to touch her but she jerked away. He frowned when the boy moved in closer to his daughter, keeping them apart.
"Your right. I didn't trust you with the truth because I knew you'd act the way you are now. Well, no matter. I'm not ending my relationship ever, especially not now. Fred and I are living together, not just dating and have so for a year. I'm happy, live with it." Angelina sighed.
"Living together?!" Natasia gasped, horrified as her husband used language that would make a Death Eater blush.
"I'll kill that little bastard-" Rueban growled, pushing up his sleeves, heading toward Fred in a blind rage.
"I'm pregnant!" Angelina shouted over the commotion, stepping between the two men.
The room became eerily quiet. Rueban stopped in his tracks, Natasia slumped into the nearest chair in shock and Fred smiled.
"I'm pregnant, Mum and Dad. Three months. So I'd appreciate if you wouldn't murder the father of my child." she said, smiling wanly at her lover.
"No, baby, no. How could you do this, Angelina?" Natasia cried out. Living together was one thing, but a biracial grandchild out of wedlock?!
"We're engaged. We planned to marry next year, but this little surprise came about. I know you're angry and you don't accept this, but you'll have to. We're going to get married at the end of the month and prepare for our family." she said, getting teary eyed. The looks of disgust and horror on her parents faces were breaking her heart.
"Family? Neither one of you know anything about the real world. Do you think outside your little group of friends people are going to accept this? Bringing a mixed child into the world to be hated by blacks and whites alike? Labeled a mutt. Do you know what you'd be doing to your child? How people will stop and stare and make hurtful judgments worse than anything your mother and I could make? You know nothing!" Mr. Johnson yelled.
"You leave her the hell alone! You're right, if anyone is hurtful, it's you. Yes, we went about this the wrong way, but I'm thrilled to be a father. I would have married Angie right out of school if she would have let me. Our child will be loved and brought up right, and the entire world can go to hell about race. You can go to hell!" Fred yelled, pulling the saddened girl in his arms.
"Don't you dare speak to me like-" Rueban hissed, ready to pull out his wand and cast an Unforgivable Curse.
"Stop, stop!" Natasia cried, shaking her head in continued disbelief.
"We're leaving. I've told you the truth and there will be no more secrets or lies. If you can't deal with Fred and I and our baby, then I guess I'll go." Angelina sniffed. She cast one quick look about the room, certain she'd never be welcomed back in it again.
"If you marry this boy-have that bastards baby, you're not my child. I raised you better than this Angelina. Angelina!" Rueban shouted. He raced towards the young couple when they clasped hands and pulled out their wands.
Crack!
He slumped to the floor, exhausted as his precious daughter left with that boy. Natasia's loud, mournful cries filled the room and would be the only sounds heard from the Johnson's for days.
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Apparating straight to their flat, Fred sat back silently as Angelina went straight to bed and cried the entire night. She had chosen him over her family. As much as it honored him, he hated seeing her in pain. He honestly didn't know whether there could ever be any reconciliation. And the scary part was, he hadn't even informed his family yet.
*Merlin, maybe I should just pack up Angie and we get the hell out of town.* Fred sighed, rolling over in bed. It was a bright morning after such a hellish day yesterday, but he wouldn't be leaving for work. He wouldn't leave her broken hearted and alone. He listened carefully knowing she was faining sleep as she lay with her back to him.
"I'm sorry, baby. So sorry." he whispered, caressing his fingers over her naked back.
She tensed up for a second, before turning over to face him. Giving him a tiny smile, she leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple.
"I'm not. I love you, Fred Weasley." she said.
"I love you too, Angelina soon-to-be Mrs. Weasley." he sighed, threading his fingers through her hair and cupping the side of her face. His mouth was hard and hot as it settled on top of hers. His tongue swept inside, aggressively stroking against hers.
He honestly was crazy about that girl and couldn't imagine life without her. Or life without their baby. No one was breaking them apart, ever.
The kiss wasn't tender as it normally would have been. So much emotion had been simmering beneath the surface and needed an outlet. A loud groan of pleasure sounded in the back of his throat when her tongue brushed his over and over. The sexy sounds she made aroused him quickly and he leaned over her, caging her in. His hands moved to her breasts and his thumbs brushed across her sensitive nipples. She let out a breathy moan, arching up against his hands while her hands raked through his ginger locks.
"I love you so much, Angel." he whispered, placing hot, wet kisses over her chest, nipping gently at the flesh. Bending his head down, he placed one soft kiss to her still flat belly. He smoothed his hand lovingly over her stomach, never more pleased with life than at that intimate moment.
Angelina's heart melted at his actions. She knew then she and their child would be all right in the end. Her thoughts floated away when he swirled his tongue over her erect nipples, feeling the flesh rippen beneath his touch. Drawing the tip into his awaiting mouth, he suckled like a baby. He feasted on her flesh like a starving man, licking, sucking and tugging at her aroused tips.
He flung the covers back as his mouth moved lower, setting fire to her skin while it traveled over her curveous body. Kissing the spot above her navel, he captured her gaze as he spread open her thighs. Overcome, Angelina sighed eagerly, running her hands roughly through his hair and down to his neck and shoulders. When his lips brushed the swollen place between her legs, she harshly cried out.
"Fred, ooh!" Angelina stiffened, shuddering as a soft lick made her cry out in delight.
Boldly, his fingers and mouth tasted and teased her, ringing loud, lusty moans from her. She writhed when his fingers slipped inside, stroking in and out of her in a maddening pace. She was so wet for him, ready for him. So uninhibited, it drove him mad with lust. Fred was aroused to the breaking point, his raging manhood demanding release, yet he continued to pleasure her. Using tongue and index finger to slip back and forth within her silken body. She was tight and moist and he groaned as she thrust her body against to his questing fingers.
Reaching down, he stroked himself roughly as he nipped at her swollen bud. Startled by her sudden climax, Angelina arched her hips upwards as she reached fulfillment. He eagerly lapped up at the wetness flowing from her special place, savoring the taste. Giving one final kiss, Fred leaned back smiling. In the bright light of the day, she looked thoroughly tousled and seductive. His eyes roved over her lush body and he was reminded how lucky he was to have her.
"So beautiful." He whispered passionately, dropping kisses all over the inside of her thighs.
Her eyes followed his moments as she watched without shame. The light played over his sculptured frame. He was thick and muscular and broad and beautiful in her yes. And he stood with a casual, unashamed boldness as he caressed her thighs, his erection standing proudly between them. Reaching out her hand, she rubbed her middle finger over the white droplet at the head, smoothing it over his tip. She smiled when he jerk in her hand in reponse.
Fred slid his left hand over her damp mound, grasping the head of his penis and teasing her wet entrance before firmly sliding inside. The tight hold she held over him overtook his caution as he thrust himself fully into her. Grasping her thighs as leverage, he held them tightly in his hands as he stroked in and out.
Her eyes clenched shut as she moved her hips in answer to his call. The fullness of him inside was pure bliss. He increased tempo and she rocked against him. The sweat dampening his forehead, his chest and back were a testament to their wild lovemaking. It was almost too much to bare. The harder he pounded, the harder she answered, meeting thrust for thrust.
Ahh! Yes, yes." She cried out, digging her nails in the bedding. The throbbing between her legs seemed to pulse from every cell in her being. He almost spilled his seed then and there as she crooned to their erratic lovemaking. The bed repeatedly slamming against the wall, the thumping sounds adding to his pleasure. Her heavy breasts jiggled as they rocked in unison and only helped to make him harder.
Fred gave himself over to the sensual pleasure, working toward release. Stroking in deliciously slow circles, he slowed down the pace, her lustful cries becoming music to his ears. In and out, back and forth, in well timed thrusts.
"Oh, Angel baby..." Fred hissed. Pulling back as far as he could without pulling completely out, he slammed into her hard in full measured strokes. He was desperate to bring them to release as he hammered deep inside. She was so unbelievably hot and wet for him, he felt like he could stay like that forever. Panting, Angelina screamed as her inner walls clenched suddenly around him like a vice. Overcome, she came undone and climaxed, tightening her hold from within before falling to the bed exhausted. Grunting, he finished quickly, pouring his seed into with a loud, lusty sound and soon joined her, wrapping his sweaty arms around her from behind. Drained of their strength, the couple fell into a much needed sleep.
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Meanwhile, a familiar spotted owl was flying over a patchwork field surrounded by a large clump of mangled looking trees. The note tied to it's leg was oversized and brightly colored to capture the addresses quick attention. One lone home stood out, several stories high and crooked in shape. Four chimneys were perched on top of a red roof with a lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance that read, THE BURROW...
How did you all like that fight? Was it as nasty as I hoped it was? And to all the readers who guessed right on the pregnancy, thumbs up. And to the people asking what race I am? Doesn't matter. My mate is biracial and I love him to pieces. And if we have children, I'll love them too. Think on that, people. Anyway, thanks again for continued support. Reviews make anyway do a jig. Update soon as possible. ^_~