for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
~Love scenes censored. Not for kids.~
Colorblind by Teda
Married life was...well, married life. Unlike fairy tales, Fred and Angelina had their matter of
opinions and their fights, but the best part of being together was nothing had really changed.
They were still as happy together as the day they met.
It was outside influences that kept their marriage really interesting...
"So how was the shopping trip with Mum?" Fred asked, snickering at his wife of two months. The evil looks she sent him made his smile widen. Face flushed, she looked shell shocked in her pretty amber colored robes. After Apparating inside the living room, she'd thrown at least nine bags on the floor before flopping down beside him on the couch, exhausted.
"Your Mum is a demon shopper! Man, I've never seen anyone go through a maternity shop like that. I think I may have bought items I don't even know what are used for." Angelina rolled her eyes. She wasn't exaggerating either. Molly, having offered to advise her on the babies needs, had taken her under her wing. That meant buying things from clothing to breast pumps! Angelina cringed at the thought of using that monstrosity.
"Your Mum is possessed. She acts like I'm the first woman to ever get pregnant." she continued, pointing to the various bags filled to the brim with packages.
Fred chuckled, pulling her back against his chest as they laid on the couch. Propping his bare feet up, he gently held her, looking over her shoulder at their little rounded bump. Her belly was curving up real nicely and he couldn't wait until the baby was born.
"You do realize you are carrying the first ever Weasley grandchild, right? Knowing Mum, she'll be on our backs until the kids born and safely in her arms. Don't count on much face time with the baby after it's born." Fred laughed aloud.
"Uh, thanks for reminding me. Is it too late to back out and leave town?" Angelina mockingly sighed.
He shook his head. "Nope. You married me, so you have to suffer the consequences."
"Damn!" Angelina joked. She placed a small kiss on his chin and was rewarded with a groan. When he turned his head, she kissed him sweetly on the lips. The potency of the kiss overwhelmed them both. Angelina, rolling to her side, slid her hands up his strong muscles of his arms and shoulders. He dropped his burning mouth to the trembling column of her throat, and she sighed sensually as his hands came up and slid over the softness of her full breasts.
"Oh!" Angelina jerked back, surprise written over her face as she rubbed her belly. She'd felt that fluttering feeling again!
"What? What?!" Fred asked in alarm. He reached out and touched her stomach.
"She moved! I think she kicked me. My little chaser just scored a goal in my stomach." Angelina giggled in awe. In all honesty she considered her pregnancy the most exciting and scariest time in her life. In a matter of months, they would actually be parents.
Ooh, scary!
"What do you mean, she? I'll have you know that you are carrying a little boy, Angel. The Weasley heir. I can tell these things." Fred remarked.
She narrowed her eyes."It's a girl."
"Boy."
"Girl!"
"Boy." he smiled smugly.
Tackling him to the couch, she leaned over him, punching his left shoulder. Punching too softly to hurt, yet unmercifully, she attacked. Laughing, he tried to gently fight her off without hurting her or the baby. Quickly rolling her underneath him, he used his legs to weigh her down without putting too much weight on her stomach area.
"Okay, okay, I'll drop it for now. Even though I'm sure it's a boy. Still, how come the kid only kicks for you? He always stops when I touch your belly." he asked, moving his palm over her stomach.
"Maybe she doesn't like the company I keep?" Angelina deadpanned.
"Oh, you got jokes, huh? I'll get you for that!" he fake growled. Tickling her under her chin, he smiled along side his love knowing she was extremely ticklish. Once she started screaming uncle, he let up. Her beautifully flustered face, heaving chest and pouty lips quickly turned his attention toward other matters. Expertly unbuttoning her robes one handed, he lowered his head and captured her lips. Slipping her the tongue, their months dueled against one another.
"Girl." She whispered, pulling away slightly. It was her last conscious thought for the day.
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A week later...It was a gloomy, muggy sort of day with the hint of thunder in the air. That alone should have been a warning of the day to come. Huddled together, she winked at members of her team as they endured another Oliver Wood motivation speech. Insides churning with nervousness and excitement, Angelina prepared herself mentally for the match. She had mixed feelings about the game herself. She loved the excitement of the game, the feeling of soaring through the air at top speeds on her broom. But that love would have to be put on hold until she gave birth. Her baby came first and her Healer said Quidditch and baby were a huge no-no. This would be her last game of the season.
Man, she'd miss it! But at least she knew her teammates were good enough to continue on without her to the Quidditch World Cup. And The Chudley Cannons would win.
Or else Oliver Woods would probably throw himself off a bridge!
In the Cannons locker room, Oliver cleared his throat before continuing on with his long speech. "Okay, men and women, this is it. The Grunglenap Grinders are a fiercely competitive team. They play hard and rough."
"Sounds like my kind of party." One team member named Figus Roberts spoke out, wiggling his bushy eyebrows suggestively. Everyone snickered except for Woods who just rolled his eyes.
"As I was saying, Roberts, before you interrupted me, they are a ruthless bunch. However, I know we can kick their bums into dust. We only need to win two more games and the World Cup is surely ours. And this being Angelina's last game, let's make it memorable." Oliver replied.
Blushing, Angelina waved off all the teasing and hugs as her team mates congratulated her again about the pregnancy and their sorrow she wouldn't be able to complete the season with them. After chanting "We number 1! We will win!" probably fifty times, the Cannons strolled out.
"You better." Oliver mumbled, dead serious.
The Chudley Cannons started to make their way down to the Quidditch field. The roar of the crowd was near deafening as cheers and jeers rang down on them as they circled the field on their brooms.
Looking around, Angelina hoped to see Fred, his family and their friends in the front row stands. She scanned the crowd, but didn't see anyone yet, but knew they were there. It was her last game and they wanted to be a part of it. She prayed they won, especially for Oliver's sake.
She really didn't want to attend his funeral if they didn't.
Standing in the middle of the field, the referee awaited for both teams to get in position. Blowing his whistle, he gave a short loud blast and they were off!
Angelina immediately took off for the Quaffle, zipping pass her competition. Dodging an aggressive swing, Angelina flew like mad as she headed to the goal post. Screaming happily from the adrenaline, she cheered as she scored the first point. The game quickly became heated as each team relentlessly scored off one another. Angelina could hear the Bludgers whistling behind her, her team racing about in hopes of decimating the competition.
Seated in the front row, Fred and George argued over the score. The Weasley clan, minus the three eldest children, commented on the close game. Betting a lot of money, George was sure the Cannons wouldn't lead The Grunglenap Grinders by much of a lead since they were known to be vicious, but expert players.
"You're nutters. The Cannons will wipe the floor with them. " Fred said to his brother, keeping one eye on the game and the other on George.
"I hope this game ends soon. I don't like Angelina out there playing in her condition. Humph, in my day a pregnant woman didn't do such dangerous things." Molly said, a worried frown on her face. Arthur patted her hand to sooth her.
"Mum, women weren't allowed to play Quidditch when you were growing up. These are modern times. Angie can handle it." Ginny said. Secretly she held dreams of her own of playing Quidditch professionally. She would love to tell her Mum of her dream someday. When the medical community invented a sedative strong enough to handle her mother, she'd tell her.
Ginny smiled as she looked in the seat in front of her. Hermione, bored to tears with Quidditch, was wanly smiling as Ron gushed excitedly over the game.
*Poor Hermione.* Ginny inwardly chuckled. Feeling eyes on the back of her neck, Hermione saw Ginny's knowing look. Rolling her eyes, she shrugged before turning back to Ron. They were just too cute together!
Ginny, smiled at her seat mate Harry, blushing as he nonchalantly grasped her right hand, intertwining their fingers.
Seeing Angelina score for the third time in a row, Fred was filled with pride. He probably clapped loud enough to be heard miles away, but he couldn't help it. A Grunglenap Grinder took an unprovoked swipe at one of Angelina's team mates and most in the crowed booed and hissed that action. Cursing, he wished the team would capture the snitch soon.
WHAM!
Heart plummeting to his stomach, Fred gasped as a Grinder's Chaser rammed viciously into Angelina's side as she headed for another goal. He held his breathe as she tried to steady herself on the wobbling broom, watching in horror when she lost her grip and fell. Her screams abruptly silenced as she smashed brutally down to the ground below. The crash had many in the stands wincing and crying.
"Oh, my God!" Someone screamed in the crowd, mirroring Fred's feelings at that moment.
"Angie!" Fred yelled, jumping out of his seat. Stumbling and climbing over his family, he jumped from the stands to the ground. The others quickly followed. A huge crowd of players had gathered around the fallen girl. Oliver, kneeling over Angelina, pleaded with the referee to halt the game, as the stadium became wild with pandemonium. The whistle blowing, stopped the game, sending some fans in a frenzy.
Shoving pass her teammates, Fred dropped to his knees beside her. He cringed seeing blood seeping out of the large wound on the side of her forehead. Her beautiful face was already beginning to bruise on the left side from the impact.
"Oh, Merlin. Angie! Can you hear me? Angie?! Where's the damn Healer?!" Fred yelled, close to hysterical seeing her eyes remained closed and she didn't appear to be conscious. He gently stroked her face, feeling her soft skin, willing her to open her eyes and be okay.
*I can't lose her. I can't! Oh, Merlin, our baby. No, no, no, this isn't happening!* Fred frantically thought, ignoring everything around him except her.
"She'll be all right, W-Weasley. She will." Oliver stammered, not knowing if he was trying to convince Fred or himself. He was in a state of shock, winning the game the furthest thing from his mind for once.
Glaring hatefully at the player who had knocked into Angelina, causing this tragedy, George's eyes promised a painful revenge. The player shrunk back from the heated gaze, stumbling into the safety of the crowd.
Standing around feeling helpless, Harry comforted a sobbing Ginny in his arms as they looked on anxiously. Molly cried loudly as she witnessed her son's anguished expression. Not even Arthur soothing words could comfort her. Sprawled out on the ground, she feared the girl was half dead. Angelina's left leg was bent in an unnatural angle at the knee and she was bleeding profusely. If Angelina died, Molly feared it would kill Fred. She had just gotten to really know and love her daughter-in-law, and she couldn't bare the thought of losing her and the child.
The meditechs edged their way through the crowd, dropping down beside Angelina. Nudging Fred aside, the Healers quickly checked her over. After opening her eyes and checking her vitals, they saw fit to move her. Fred swallowed a great lump in his throat as they cautiously lifted her head and neck, securing her neck in a brace before working on her damaged leg. He didn't know how they could ignore all of the craziness surrounding them, but they did.
"Be careful, she's pregnant!" Fred hissed. One of the techs lifted an eyebrow in surprise, finally noticing the slightly rounded stomach. He lowered his head sadly. A few players from the opposing team gasped and mumbled to themselves. Lifting her gently onto the stretcher, the two meditechs took her away, Fred and his family following close behind them.
Am I mean bitch or what? Anyhoo, thanks for the reviews, of course. I couldn't do it
without you. And to my beta, who's a godsin to fix up my mess. Stay tuned for the next
chapter coming soon. ^_~