Disclaimer: Same as the other chapters my dears.

A/N: Merigold returned with a story line my friends. I punished her for taking so long, but only we know the details of the punishment.

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Tuesday September 5

History of Magic

9:01 am

The cruel minds that placed me in History of Magic first thing in the morning have no love for me, but Professor Binns does. Now I can gaze at Fred's neck all I want. It's lovely. I've taken to drawing the back of him to pass the time and keep from falling asleep.

'You know Weasley, when you said that we'd take a walk, I thought you meant while I was still thirteen. If I had known you were going to take this long, I'd've dressed Jay myself.' I scribbled in a note that I hurriedly sent on to the scrumdiddly Quidditch boy in front of me.

I could see his shoulders lift a little as he laughed silently. Hey, I didn't mean for that note to be funny! Not a funny note Weasley! It's not a funny note!

A toss and I was holding his reply. I quickly opened and read it. 'When's your birthday? October 27th? You'll have your walk by then. I didn't know you were so upset by it. If I didn't know better, I'd say you fancy me Johnson.'

I could feel my cheeks getting hot, but luckily with my dark skin it couldn't be seen that easily. 'Don't flatter yourself Weasley. I merely need a reason to justify the guilt I have for letting my little brother be harassed by my older brother. A child that young shouldn't be exposed to torture until he's at least Hoggywarts age and has History of Magic class.' I sent it on with a grim satisfaction. Let's see him come up with something for that!

He obviously read it and sent one back quite fast. It held truth, and that angered me. 'You fancy me, you know you do.'

'Oh yes I do. I want to jump on you now and shag you until the cows come home.' This time, I hit him in the back of the head with my reply.

Fred, disregarding all laws of History of any student in Binns' class, turned around and whispered, "I knew it. Now, I know where a nice little broom closet is if you want to do a quicky before next class."

"Oh Fred, so considerate. I always fancied shagging someone with brooms around," said while fluttering my eyelashes of course.

12:24 pm

Lunch lunch lunch. Hmm, I wonder where I am? Oh yeah, Lunch!

What's for lunch Angelina? Why I'm having a sandwich because I don't want anything too fancy. I'm supposed to meet Fred after lunch during the afternoon break, but I haven't seen a sign of him or George or Lee while we're on the subject. Alicia's taken up flirting outrageously with Oliver. He doesn't seem too upset by it either. I actually caught her trying to 'Sex Him Up' as she so wonderfully puts it when I flirt mildly with Fred.

I do NOT flirt with Frederick Weasley!

6:10 pm

I was sitting outside during the afternoon break (okay, so technically it's still break. Do you want to hear the story or not?), eating a chocolate frog and pondering some things. What first came to mind was Fred. Do I really like him, or just like the idea of liking him? And speak (or rather think,) of the devil; here comes Jolly Fred himself.

But I didn't know.

"What are you thinking so intently about, Johnson?" his silky voice made me jump, which made him laugh.

"Many things." I answered coolly, regaining my composure as much as I could. Consider I had been frightened out of my mind as you marvel at my composure and fluent language.

"And would one of things happen to be a wonderfully handsome fellow named Fred?" He asked, throwing himself onto my lap. His eyes fluttered dramatically, making quite an impression on me.

"You know of a handsome fellow named Fred? I think I should like to meet him."

"That's cruel Angelina."

"What's that? Cruel is my middle name, after all."

He paused, and then grinned most impressively. "I thought it was Gwendolyn."

I shoved him off my lap. "Don't you ever breathe that name to another human being again or I'll bloody well hex you Frederick Weasley!" I brandished my wand, poking at the air in front of him menacingly.

"Never would I dream of such a thing," he replied, looking up at my wand and my probably-red-with-anger face.

"Good!"

I sat back down, but a distance away from srumdiddly Fred. Really, whipping out the Gwendolyn card. Who does he think he is?

Awkward silence.

"Angel?" Fred asked softly. I didn't realize how dangerously close he got in those few moments. And I mean dangerous. I could feel his breath on my cheek. Which isn't bad at all I might add.

"Hmm?"

"Well, see, there's this Hogsmeade trip this weekend and I just wanted to know if… You don't have to say yes, bloody hell, I've had enough pity dates, but I was wondering--"

"Before you embarrass yourself anymore and turn any deeper red, which I don't think is possible by the way, yes I'll go."

"Alright then." Suddenly he was Fred again, cocky and cheerful. I decided I liked this Fred better.

"Angelina Gwendolyn Johnson! What are you doing with that Weasley?" That's right, everything has to be ruined by Braden. What did you expect? Snogging? I wish!

"I don't have to do a thing you say Braden! No, stay Fred, it's just my idiot brother." I glared fiercely at my brother. "Well, for one, I know that he isn't after me for my money, unlike Sophie. You know she has a Slytherin boy on the side don't you? He's quite cute in fact. I'd date him!"

Hmm, it's odd, I thought that nothing could be redder than a tomato, but I was proven wrong. There should be a color called Bred. Luckily, this caused him to pounce off in a huff and me enough time to giggle.

"Does she really have a Slytherin boy?" Fred asked. Oh, that's right, gorgy boy was next to me. I forgot. Which is a sin. One must never forget that there is an incredibly sexy boy sitting next to you. Always remember this.

"I don't know, but probably. She doesn't really like him, she told me when she stayed over this summer."

"Lucky bloke, his girl got to stay over. Mum'd never stand for that. She blow a bloody casket before letting me bring home my girl."

I paused. I admit I was more than a little upset that he had a girl. When I spoke again, I was faintly aware that there was a break in my voice. "What, thinking of taking your girl home for the holidays?"

Fred looked at me strangely. "You're an odd one Johnson. Just be glad that I have to go to detention."

"What, detention already? It's only the second bloody day!" Wow, a shock! How could my Fred have detention? It wasn't plausible. Okay, so it was.

Unfortunately, he got up as he ran off. Oh fate, you do hate me. But soft, what's that he's calling? "We'll have to meet later Angel. How about Wednesday?"

"No good, first Quidditch practice."

"Damn, that Oliver's bloody obsessed. Thursday then?" He looked hopeful, so I nodded.

"Certainly. Bye Fred!"

12:31 am

Bloody hell, I just realized that I, Angelina Gwendolyn Johnson, have not one, but two dates with Frederick Weasley. I think that the fates do love me. It must me my incredible beauty.

12:34 am

Or maybe it's because Alicia always burns incense to bring good luck upon our dorm room.

12:35 am

Nah, it's because of the way I look when I'm happy. If it's possible, I'm even more beautiful then.

1:04 am

Woke Katie up to see her response to my thoughts, she hit me with a book and then declared tomorrow Official Kill Angelina Day.

Geeze, just because you're jealous of my beautosity doesn't mean you get to muss up my face!

Glossary for the Less Intelligent of my Readers

Shag – ::oddly enough has 'I Wanna Sex You Up' stuck in her head:: Have sex with dahling

Quicky – Slang used in both England as well as America meaning a very quick sex session

Fancy – Like a boy/girl. Very cute way of saying crush

Fancy – Now here it means splendid and over done. Special

Flirting – Most often done by a girl to a boy involving many eyelash flutters and a few getting-close-enough-to-kiss motions

Bloody well – Mild curse meaning 'might as well'

Gorgy – Gorgeous, me (Haha, you know you love me)

Bloke – Guy

Bloody casket – A fit

Beautosity – Beauty

A/N: May God strike me down with his holy wrath for taking so long. Merigold was out longer than I expected and I just wrapped up this poopy chapter tonight. I love you all and want you to know that I am back in business. You know who you are….

Ashliegh – Oh goodness, you brighten my day with your reviews. They make me feel horrible for taking so long. Yes, Jay is wonderful and cute and wonderful. No! You have caught onto my Braden/Percy conspiracy! Now I fear I must kill you! I would, except you're too lovely to kill.

Insaneflautist – You too are wonderful. Thank you so much!

Pinkmooseofdoom – You write lovely reviews. Thanks so much! Hope you like this one as much as the one before! And I apologize for taking so long. I like this one a tad more than the others. And don't worry, you'll find out what they were up to in the next chapter.

Star2717 – Well I'm glad you like my little story. Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging owns my soul.

Yes, to all new readers and the old, Sorry for taking such a buttload of a long time. The wait is over and I hope I still have a few readers.

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