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
Her cheeks were warm with blushes at Fred boldness as he kissed his way down her chest,
sliding her blue silk nightie off as he went. Running her fingers over his muscular back, she gasped
as he found every sensitive erogenous zone. Gasped turned to husky moans, quite unprepared
for the feel of hands cupping her breast, fondling it gently, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing
against her nipple until it was stiff and hard. The couple slowly made love, relishing in the
completion of the act and the intimacy.
A huge thump sounded against the window, startling the couple. They swerved their heads and weren't to shocked to see an owl plastered against the glass.
"Oh, for the love of-" Fred broke off, muttering curses as Angelina rolled naked out of bed to open the bedroom window. She fought to keep a grin off her face at his language. What a mood killer! Why them?!
Cradling the Weasley's family owl in her arms, she walked back to the bed, sitting down at the edge. Fred grudgingly untied the piece of parchment and read quickly. His eyebrows lifting was the only indication the contents were worrisome.
"Well, what is it?" she asked, rubbing the disoriented owls ruffled feathers.
He held out the parchment for her to read as an answer. She bent forward to read it, sighing.
Fred,
You are needed home for family dinner to discuss a troubling
matter that has come to our attention. Please bring along your
friend Angelina because this involves her too.
Dinner promptly at six. Be on time for the love of Merlin!
Dad
"Okaaay, that sounds kind of ominous." Angelina drawled and Fred agreed. They shared a look before Fred suddenly snatched the owl from her arms. Quickly yet gently, he laid him on the night stand before playfully grabbing Angelina's waist. They rolled about the bed, getting back to where they were before the interruption. And poor little owl...well he likes to watch.
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To say Molly Weasley was a woman of strong emotions would be the understatement of the century. To say she ruled over her clan with an loving, yet intimidating fist would be the truest statement ever said about the fiery red head. And to say she adored her children was a well known universal fact. But when one of them stuck a toe out of line-hells fire and brimstone had nothing on an enraged Molly!
Two days after the infamous letter, the Weasley matriarch and patriarch were preparing for the worse. And Molly had been fretting for hours as she finished putting the finishing touches on the family dinner. Once she had received the letter from the Johnson's, she had first wanted to immediately Apparate to the twins apartment, but Arthur had stopped her. A calm head was needed, he said. This family dinner/interrogation would probably be the most stressful one of her life. Waving her wand, she absentmindedly set the plates, glasses and silverware on the table, not noticing her spell was off.
SWOOSH!
Arthur, observing his wife from the living room, jumped as the forks and knives ending sticking out of the wall and the plates and glasses were overturned on top of the table.
*Oh my.* Arthur cringed as he walked up behind his wife. Casually he yanked out the silverware while she obliviously pulled the roast out of the oven.
While not as upset as Molly was, he wanted to get to the bottom of this whole affair. It was almost five o'clock. Looking at the clock in the kitchen, he knew the kids would be arriving soon. Hopefully no one would end up jinxed. But thinking over his strange family, he highly doubted it.
CRACK!
Arthur and Molly turned their heads in surprise as Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Harry Apparated into the Weasley kitchen.
"Hey, Mum and Dad. Oh, you made dinner. We're just in time." Ron said, heading toward the pot roast in Molly's mittens.
Arthur and Molly shared a uncomfortable look.
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"Fred, for goodness sake, hurry up. I take less time to get ready, geez." Angelina smirked in the mirror at her love as he ran around their bedroom looking for his favorite pants. His 'lucky' pants or so he said. Buttoning up the last button of her forest green robe, she smoothed any creases she found in the material. Hesitating, she gently caressed her softly rounding stomach.
"Not everyone is as organized as you are, Angel." Fred griped, crouching down to look under the bed. Finding nothing, he turned to Angelina and couldn't help smile. She was rubbing her belly. He felt a rush of contentment as he thought of their baby and how happy he was to have found her. Walking up behind her, he leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.
"Are you ready for tonight? I mean really ready? Mum's never sent an owl demanding we both come to dinner. I know you're worried." Fred asked, his arms cradling her middle.
"Well, my parents have been told so we might as well bite the bullet and tell yours. This dinner sounds fishy anyway, so I'm thinking they might already know." Angelina shrugged.
Turning her around to face him, his hands encircled her waist, pressing her close to him."I don't care what anyone says, I've never been happier in my life. Just know I'll always love you." Fred replied. He bent down and they shared a passionate kiss.
"Love you too. Of course you know how hormonal I am, so it's probably a safe bet you keep saying these sweet things." Angelina smiled.
"Dually noted." he laughed. Fred soon became aware he was standing pantless in just his robe while holding his lover. Naturally an honest reaction occurred.
"Don't even think it. We have to be on time, Fred." Angelina giggled at the poking feeling against her stomach. He groaned pitifully but reluctantly nodded. His exaggerated sad face made her chuckle so she gave him a small kiss on his cheek in payment. Trying for subtlety, she strolled over to their shared closet and immediately found his favorite pants. After all, she put them there.
"Now about those pants, hairy legs!" She said laughing as she held up the gray pair of trousers, that matched his gray robe, swishing them back and forth like a matador. Fred narrowed his eyes at her. Devilishly leering at his mate, she ran out the bedroom, him chasing behind.
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After messing around for a minute, the couple arrived at six o'clock on the dot. They were both shocked to see the everyone gathered since they thought they would be the only ones there.
"Hey guys." Fred waved to the group sitting at the dinner table. His mother stood next to his father by the counter wearing a curious look on her face as she took in his holding Angelina's hand. Suspicions confirmed, Molly tried to calm herself and her temper.
That lasted about a minute.
"Explain yourself Frederick this minute! Are you living with Angelina? Living in sin?!" Molly shrieked. Arthur shook his head, knowing he wouldn't be able to calm her down until she let all her volatile emotions out. All conversations stopped as everyone turned to watch the scene.
Fred jerked at her raised voice, not expecting her to lay into him with everyone around. He should have known better.
"Mum-" he began.
"Imagine my surprise when I get a letter from Angelina's parents telling me how awful a parent I am. How my son has brainwashed their daughter. Ruined their daughters life! How you two are living together underneath my nose. Sneaking around, lying. I raised you better than that!" Molly screamed, red faced.
"Mum, please stop yelling and let me talk." Fred replied, trying to placate her. Even though he towered over her in height, she seemed ten feet tall when she yelled at him.
"Do you know how humiliating it was to have people I've never met call me a bad mother? Who insulted our family?" Molly raged on.
"Molly, calm down before you pass out." Arthur suggested.
"Mrs. Weasley, please let me explain about my parents-" Angelina spoke out.
"And you, you-you scarlet woman! For shame. How dare you seduce my son!" Molly said, pointing her index finger at the shell shocked girl. Either because of hormones or hurt feelings, Angelina eyes started to tear up.
"I guess it's not the right time to announce our engagement, huh?" Ron whispered into Hermione's ear over the loud yelling. Wide eyed, all she could do was nod, now grateful Molly didn't know she shared a bedroom with Ron at his and Harry's apartment.
"That's enough, Mum!" Fred snapped, completely shocking her and everyone speechless. He had never so much as raised his voice to her in all his years so he knew it was a surprise. But he would never allow her to take her anger out on Angelina.
Turning to his glossy eyed love, Fred became extremely angry seeing her cry.
"All right since you've been informed, yes Angelina and I live together. We love each other. We're getting married at the end of the month. Oh, and you're about to become a grandmother." Fred replied, matter-of-factly.
Silence filled the room over that announcement. Arthur gasped. Harry raised an eyebrow. Ron gaped like a fish. Ginny's mouth dropped before quickly turning into a huge, happy grin. And Ron and Hermione were just happy it wasn't them on the other end of Molly's rage.
"MERLIN! FRED WEASLEY, HOW COULD YOU?!" Molly cried, wringing her hands on the sides of her floral apron."I trusted you to know better! Angelina Johnson, how could you let yourself get pregnant? Trying to get your hands on my boy!" Molly hissed at the younger girl.
And that was the straw that broke the camels back for Angelina.
"Quiet! Everyone just be quiet!" Angelina screamed. When Fred attempted to put his arm around her shoulder, she pulled away. Ignoring his hurt expression, she stood up to Molly.
"Listen, Mrs. Weasley I mean no disrespect, but shut up! I have had a really bad week, okay. I've lost my family because they hate Fred. My own mother would rather bribe your son to dump me than allow me to be happy. I'm pregnant and emotional and my hormones are shot and-and my family will never accept this baby! Because it will be biracial! Well, you no what? I'm sorry I'm not good enough for your son. I'm sorry I got my hooks into him and ruined your perfectly planned out future for him. R-Right now, I wish I never met any of you!" Angelina broke off sobbing.
Covering her tearful eyes, she whipped out her wand and Disapparated.
"Angie!" Fred tried to stop her it was too late. His heart plummeted to his stomach hearing her say she wished she had never met him. She sounded so defeated. He was scared he was going to lose her if this kept up.
Angered and fearful, Fred turned his anxiety on his Mother.
"Sit down, Mum. Now." Fred hissed as he pointed to the first unoccupied chair. Startled, Molly quickly complied. Arthur remained standing as he watched is son take charge. At that moment he'd never been prouder, although he wouldn't let his child browbeat his mother if he tried.
"Mum, Dad, you are going to listen to me for a change. I love Angelina. I'm happier than hell we're going to have a baby. And I'm not marrying because she's pregnant. I proposed months before we knew. I would have gladly married her right after graduation. The reason we kept our living together a secret was because of your reaction today! Damnit, I'm a grown man. I don't need my parents telling me who I can share my life with or who to live with." Fred stated.
When Molly tried to open her mouth to speak, Fred glared her into submission. Everyone in the room was secretly impressed.
"Do you know Angie parents hate me just because I'm white? Because I'm not wealthy. Do you know they tried to bride me into leaving her? I'm not the right sort to dare see their daughter." He continued.
"What?" Molly gasped. Thinking of the girls shattered expression, Molly winced in shame.
"What?! That's ridiculous." Ron replied, outraged on his brothers behalf. The others in the room quite agreed with the sentiment.
"I know. Stupid, huh? Well, that's the exact same way you just treated Angelina, Mum." Fred sighed, grabbing a chair from across his parents and flopping down.
Molly hung her head as his words sunk in. She had been quite terrible to the girl, not willing to let her explain. The girl carrying her first grandchild. Hearing how the Johnson's treated their own daughter made her ashamed for attacking the poor girl. No parent should ever do their children that way.
"Mum, I love you. But if you ever speak to her in that fashion again...don't make me choose here. Angelina picked me over her family and I'm humbled by that. I adore her for that. Honestly, if it came down to a choice, I'd pick my soon-to-be wife and child over you all." Fred said, letting his statement sink in. He could tell the instant it hit his mother.
"F-Forgive me." Molly cried, reaching over to pull her son into a hug. Stiffening for a second, he soon returned the embrace.
"Congratulations son." Arthur smiled, patting his son on the back.
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Sitting in her kitchen table, Angelina cried over a pint of Ripple ice cream. Swallowing a large spoonful, she sobbed her eyes out into a ragged tissue. She cursed her parents and Fred's. This was the hateful environment she would be bringing her baby up in. Just thinking that made her cry even more. At that moment she wanted to just pack a bag and run away for the next six months.
Sticking the spoon in the carton, she rubbed her belly, talking to herself. "Damn them all. I'm so sorry all your grandparents are prats. Who needs them. You'll have me and your father to love you."
"I'll love my grandchild, no matter the sex or race, Angelina." a voice spoke up.
Lifting her head, she was surprised to see Fred and his parents standing in the entrance. Looking decidedly remorseful, Molly slowly walked to the table. Hesitantly, she reached out and grasped the girls hand, sitting down to join her.
"I have no words to say how truly sorry I am for my behavior. For my cruel accusations. Fred told me everything and I'm sorry for not trying to listen. The boy even stood up to me. Heh, that's never happened. He honestly loves you and that means the world to me. I owe you a huge apology. I am very, very, sorry to have hurt you." Molly begged, starting to cry herself.
Silent for a bit, Angelina turned to Fred's hopeful gaze. His eyes pleaded with her to forgive.
"I accept." Angelina replied mostly for Fred's benefit and just wanting to be free of all the conflict.
"Angelina, my children are my life. You will know exactly how I feel in a matter of months, if not already. I just want the best for them. Just like I'm sure your parents do as well, no matter how misguided." Molly said.
"I'm marrying your son, can you live with that? And can you really accept a mixed child?" Staring her soon-to-be mother-in-law down, Angelina questioned.
"Race doesn't factor in at all, child. I love this baby already. You make my son happy and that makes me happy. Please believe that. I-I want to be apart of my grandchilds life. May I?" Molly replied, gesturing toward the girls stomach.
Seeing true contrition and hopeful emotion, Angelina really forgave her and not for Fred's sake. She placed the older womans palm on her curving belly and Molly broke out into loud, happy tears.
"Welcome to the family, dear." Molly cried, suddenly grasping Angelina in a tight embrace. The two women started bawling, Fred and Arthur looking on with grins.
That's that chapter and I'm just getting started. Thank you again for all the support and
reviews. It sure warms the heart and keeps me writing. Besides my Fred/Angelina
obsession needs an outlet. Update soon. Bye!