*Angelina's POV*
Angelina suddenly woke up from her sleep. She had been sleeping for nine hours. She has not slept that long for a while now. She threw away her sheet next to her and sat on her bed and buried her face into her hands. Even though she had a good sleep, her mind suddenly raced to what she was worrying about the night before.
'I'm just going to give up,' she told herself as she watched her two best friends sleep quietly on their beds. She checked her watch, it was fifteen past five and it's time to shower and do her home works.
Angelina took her towel and went into the bathroom. She was not paying attention to what she was doing and she finished her shower fifteen minutes later. She fixed her hair in small curls with her wand in a bored manner; she wanted to do something new to her hair. She then looked at herself in a full length mirror right in front of her. "Am I not sexy?" she asked herself quietly; "am I not good enough for Fred Weasley?" She shrugged to her own reflection and decided not to care so much about Fred and went out of the dormitory with her home works.
*end Angelina's POV*
Fred entered the quiet common room. He dropped his books on the table he used the previous night. He was happy that no one was around. He even hum a rhythm to himself. His humming turn into his singing very quietly and then he sang his heart out; he stopped until he heard someone- who is now under fits of giggle- on the other side of the room. Fred stopped singing, his face was red now. He didn't notice someone was in the room, he checked his watch, it was fifteen to six. 'It's quite early,' he told himself. He stood up from his seat quietly and walked to the other side of the room and looked at the armchair. The person was hidden behind the chair. Fred took a peek at the person's face.
"Oh gracious, I don't know you sing, Fred," Angelina burst out into a small laughter. Fred gave a sigh of relief that it was only her.
"I don't know I sing either," he told her. Suddenly, his mind jolted to the dream he had last night, "Hey. . . are you alright?"
"I'm just dandy, thank you for asking," she replied as she stopped laughing and taking deep breath, "Can I join you? Unless you don't want me to bother you singing though."
Fred gave a loud 'Ha' to her and told her that he would love her company. Fred helped her carry some of her belongings and they both sat on a sofa next to each other.
"Why are you up so early?" she asked as she opened her Charms book.
"Oh. . .," Fred started uneasily, "I couldn't sleep. . . no. . . I couldn't. . . no, that's not it. Well, you get the point."
Angelina raised her eye brow and said, "Oh-kay. . ."
"How about you?" he asked back.
"I had enough sleep. So I decided to work on this," she replied as she opened her ink bottle.
"Nice," Fred said, "Hey, how come you slept early last night? The other two said you were moody."
Angelina was taken aback by his words. She gulped slowly and started to think of a lie, "Oh well. . ." she started, "I was just tired. . . I mean. . . . so much pressure behind my back. It's insane here! I was so weak that I could even die if I got a prick from a rose."
"Interesting choice of words," Fred said uneasily again as his dream played in his head again.
Angelina shrugged at what he just said and began on his homework. The two of them discussed their home works together with laughter in between as Fred made a few jokes. He loves it when she laughs at his jokes; he loves it when she snorts at the lame ones. He simply love it, it brightens his day. The two of them finished around half past six. Angelina took a deep breath as she dropped her quill, she was thrilled that all of her home works are done.
"I should do this more often," Fred said, Angelina gave a 'what?' look, "Doing my work with you, Angel, it works faster than usual. If I do this with George we usually finish in. . . never most of the time."
Angelina gave a small laugh at what he said even though it was not funny. She stood up from her seat and looked outside the window. "The lake looks beautiful today," she told him. Fred stood up from where he was seating and stood next to Angelina and they both looked down to the lake. It was beautiful. Just as beautiful as the moon he saw last night.
"It looks wonderful," Fred said as he took the chance to hold Angelina's hand. Angelina responded to this gesture. She held his hand tightly which was surprisingly warm in the cold weather. She loves having someone's hand to touch especially if it is a boy and especially if those hands belong to Fred Weasley.
"Looks more wonderful if you got someone special with you," Fred said to her.
"Am I not special?" Angelina asked trying to make it sound like a joke.
"Of course you're special," Fred responded giving a wink to her, he look at her right into her eyes. He felt his knees buckled right at that moment. Her eyes were so flirtatious even though she was not flirting him. Without thinking, Fred moved closer to her and kissed her cheek.
Angelina's eyes widened at what he had done. As Fred moved away from her, she slapped her cheek softly. "What was that?" she asked pretending to be humiliated.
"A kiss," Fred answered slowly, "Or was that a trick question?"
"I am aware that was a kiss, Weasley," Angelina said, "what kiss? What kind?"
"On the cheek kind," Fred responded, "Or is that another trick question?"
"Fred, don't play with me," Angelina demanded.
"I'm not playing with you; does it look like we're playing?" Fred said wittily. Angelina hates it when he does this. She hates it when he messes around with her serious questions. Angelina gave him a serious glare.
"Okay, okay!" he said, "Just a kiss to make you feel special. Because you're so special. And so is everyone else. Everyone's special! Raise your goblets to special people!"
Angelina was a bit ticked off now. He's avoiding her question. . . or was he though? It's so difficult to read someone like Fred because he is always goofing around. Angelina managed to give a smile to him trying to avoid looking angry. Fred gave her a pat at the back.
"Atta girl," Fred said, "Let's go get some breakfast." He went out the portrait hole happily. He looked behind him and give a come-on gesture to her.
"So much for giving up," Angelina told herself as she followed right behind him.
Angelina suddenly woke up from her sleep. She had been sleeping for nine hours. She has not slept that long for a while now. She threw away her sheet next to her and sat on her bed and buried her face into her hands. Even though she had a good sleep, her mind suddenly raced to what she was worrying about the night before.
'I'm just going to give up,' she told herself as she watched her two best friends sleep quietly on their beds. She checked her watch, it was fifteen past five and it's time to shower and do her home works.
Angelina took her towel and went into the bathroom. She was not paying attention to what she was doing and she finished her shower fifteen minutes later. She fixed her hair in small curls with her wand in a bored manner; she wanted to do something new to her hair. She then looked at herself in a full length mirror right in front of her. "Am I not sexy?" she asked herself quietly; "am I not good enough for Fred Weasley?" She shrugged to her own reflection and decided not to care so much about Fred and went out of the dormitory with her home works.
*end Angelina's POV*
Fred entered the quiet common room. He dropped his books on the table he used the previous night. He was happy that no one was around. He even hum a rhythm to himself. His humming turn into his singing very quietly and then he sang his heart out; he stopped until he heard someone- who is now under fits of giggle- on the other side of the room. Fred stopped singing, his face was red now. He didn't notice someone was in the room, he checked his watch, it was fifteen to six. 'It's quite early,' he told himself. He stood up from his seat quietly and walked to the other side of the room and looked at the armchair. The person was hidden behind the chair. Fred took a peek at the person's face.
"Oh gracious, I don't know you sing, Fred," Angelina burst out into a small laughter. Fred gave a sigh of relief that it was only her.
"I don't know I sing either," he told her. Suddenly, his mind jolted to the dream he had last night, "Hey. . . are you alright?"
"I'm just dandy, thank you for asking," she replied as she stopped laughing and taking deep breath, "Can I join you? Unless you don't want me to bother you singing though."
Fred gave a loud 'Ha' to her and told her that he would love her company. Fred helped her carry some of her belongings and they both sat on a sofa next to each other.
"Why are you up so early?" she asked as she opened her Charms book.
"Oh. . .," Fred started uneasily, "I couldn't sleep. . . no. . . I couldn't. . . no, that's not it. Well, you get the point."
Angelina raised her eye brow and said, "Oh-kay. . ."
"How about you?" he asked back.
"I had enough sleep. So I decided to work on this," she replied as she opened her ink bottle.
"Nice," Fred said, "Hey, how come you slept early last night? The other two said you were moody."
Angelina was taken aback by his words. She gulped slowly and started to think of a lie, "Oh well. . ." she started, "I was just tired. . . I mean. . . . so much pressure behind my back. It's insane here! I was so weak that I could even die if I got a prick from a rose."
"Interesting choice of words," Fred said uneasily again as his dream played in his head again.
Angelina shrugged at what he just said and began on his homework. The two of them discussed their home works together with laughter in between as Fred made a few jokes. He loves it when she laughs at his jokes; he loves it when she snorts at the lame ones. He simply love it, it brightens his day. The two of them finished around half past six. Angelina took a deep breath as she dropped her quill, she was thrilled that all of her home works are done.
"I should do this more often," Fred said, Angelina gave a 'what?' look, "Doing my work with you, Angel, it works faster than usual. If I do this with George we usually finish in. . . never most of the time."
Angelina gave a small laugh at what he said even though it was not funny. She stood up from her seat and looked outside the window. "The lake looks beautiful today," she told him. Fred stood up from where he was seating and stood next to Angelina and they both looked down to the lake. It was beautiful. Just as beautiful as the moon he saw last night.
"It looks wonderful," Fred said as he took the chance to hold Angelina's hand. Angelina responded to this gesture. She held his hand tightly which was surprisingly warm in the cold weather. She loves having someone's hand to touch especially if it is a boy and especially if those hands belong to Fred Weasley.
"Looks more wonderful if you got someone special with you," Fred said to her.
"Am I not special?" Angelina asked trying to make it sound like a joke.
"Of course you're special," Fred responded giving a wink to her, he look at her right into her eyes. He felt his knees buckled right at that moment. Her eyes were so flirtatious even though she was not flirting him. Without thinking, Fred moved closer to her and kissed her cheek.
Angelina's eyes widened at what he had done. As Fred moved away from her, she slapped her cheek softly. "What was that?" she asked pretending to be humiliated.
"A kiss," Fred answered slowly, "Or was that a trick question?"
"I am aware that was a kiss, Weasley," Angelina said, "what kiss? What kind?"
"On the cheek kind," Fred responded, "Or is that another trick question?"
"Fred, don't play with me," Angelina demanded.
"I'm not playing with you; does it look like we're playing?" Fred said wittily. Angelina hates it when he does this. She hates it when he messes around with her serious questions. Angelina gave him a serious glare.
"Okay, okay!" he said, "Just a kiss to make you feel special. Because you're so special. And so is everyone else. Everyone's special! Raise your goblets to special people!"
Angelina was a bit ticked off now. He's avoiding her question. . . or was he though? It's so difficult to read someone like Fred because he is always goofing around. Angelina managed to give a smile to him trying to avoid looking angry. Fred gave her a pat at the back.
"Atta girl," Fred said, "Let's go get some breakfast." He went out the portrait hole happily. He looked behind him and give a come-on gesture to her.
"So much for giving up," Angelina told herself as she followed right behind him.
