When the World Stops

AngelsFred

A/N: Due to the fact that I added chapter two long after this chapter was written, the timeframes are screwed up. Just try to imagine that they could shag from noon to the next morning, okay. Even though we know it isn't possible. What's wrong, Dee? You haven't said anything yet. (I'm totally speechless.) Well, that's a first. (Shut up.) Make me. (I can do that. Easily.) I thought you wanted to keep this PG-13. (That's not what I meant; get your mind out of the gutter. ::sighs:: And they say I'm the perverted one.)

A/N 2: Another problem we encountered with adding a chapter was that it was from Fred's POV. Now since we very well can't have one chapter from Fred's POV and the rest of the story from Angie's, after the other prewritten chapter is posted, I will write anything from Fred's POV and FA will do anything from Angelina's.

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Chapter 5

The Next Morning

Fred's POV

I feel something stir next to me and smile in spite of myself. Remembering the events of yesterday morning, I open my eyes. Thankfully, I find myself looking at 45 kilos (A/N: 110 pounds; I think that's a good size. It's how much FA weighs, at any rate.) of the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on (if it had been Ginny again, I'd have AKed myself). Merlin, she's beautiful asleep. In fact, she looks just like an angel. No wonder her parents named her that; she looks so angelic and peaceful.

Last night was so amazing and perfect. It's been such a long time since I've had sex like that (or any sex at all, but that's not the point). I'm not sure what made it so great, though; maybe it was because I was with the love of my life for the first time in years. It felt so good hearing her scream my name again. Whatever it was, it was fantastic.

It was different than the love we usually made when we were married. For example, we actually stayed in the bed. No floor, shower, kitchen counter or anything like that. No unconventional positions that we learned from the copy of the Kama Sutra that we received as a wedding present from our friends. No sneaking out to the beach or to the park. I still remember the time we were arrested by a Muggle constable. It was our own fault, though; we probably shouldn't have been shagging on the roof of a library. Or, at the very least, not without an Invisibility Cloak. A very adventurous relationship we had, eh? Ah, memories.

But it seemed like she was still trying to fight me, like maybe she was afraid that surrendering to her emotions would make her weak. And that's just not true; Merlin knows she's the strongest woman I've ever met, both physically and emotionally. I know that if our roles were reversed, I couldn't take it. Hell, I'd be in bloody therapy if I thought Angelina didn't want me. And me showing up unannounced like that couldn't be good if she's trying to get over me.

Wait a minute. What am I thinking? I don't want Angelina to get over me; I just want Angelina. Her lips, her eyes, her hair, her body. Merlin, her body… I want to have children with her, grow old with her, do everything we planned to do before I saw that damn prophecy.

I just noticed our current position; I should've known that we'd be lying like this. My arms are around my wife's – I mean my EX-wife's – waist while her head is buried in my neck, my favourite position. Yes, I admit it. I, Frederick Matthew Weasley, enjoy cuddling. So long as the lucky witch in my arms is Angelina Johnson-Weasley.

Speak of the devil. She just murmured in her sleep which means she's going to wake up soon. Normally, I'd say something like "Sleeping Beauty awakes," but I'd rather just look at her right now. I'd rather just think about her. After all, there used to be a time when we could express our feelings without words. I gaze at her and she suddenly opens her eyes. Somehow, I manage to ignore the "Sleeping Beauty" crack. Instead, I say: "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're sleeping?"

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Angelina's POV

I yawn, like I usually do at daybreak. What the hell? It feels like there are two arms encircling my waist with a light, but firm grip. That's Fred's favourite post-sex position; he told me that it was because he never wanted to let me go, but I've always been convinced that he just wanted it to be easier for him if he woke up horny in the middle of the night. But that would mean we… Nah.

I open my eyes and find my ex-husband looking back at me, love and adoration reflected in his brown eyes, so much like mine. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're sleeping?" he asks me. I only hope that I look nowhere near as horrified as I feel. OK, take deep breaths. You're imagining this; you're still dreaming.

I close my eyes and slowly reopen them. Damn it! He's still there. So that means… I let out a groan. We didn't.

"Oh, yes we did, Angel. Three times." Shit. I didn't realise that I just said that out loud.

"Fuck." Even though the events of last night have just been confirmed, I still don't want to believe it. After all, when you finally accept that your relationship is over, the worst thing you can do is sleep with your ex. OK, fine. I just don't want to get hurt again; I don't take rejection well. I mean, I've denied my whole life after my divorce. If Fred leaves me again… I might not have a life to deny.

Fred smirks. "Is that a request for round four?" he asks playfully and pulls me closer to him. God, it's electrifying being this close to him again.

I disentangle myself from his arms and get out of bed. "No, Fred, it's not."

He stands up and looks in my eyes. Merlin, he has a gorgeous body. "How can you not remember what we did last night? It's not like you were sloshed."

"Maybe it was so bad that I blocked it out?" I ask with a bit of a grin. Bloody hell. Where did that joke come from? I'm not in the mood for humour right now.

"Judging by the sounds you made, I'd say that wasn't the case. But we could always try again and find out," he says with a suggestive eyebrow raised. "What do you say?"

"No, Fred. We can't. I've finally gotten over you; it wouldn't do for me to fall back into that trap," I sigh.

"Who says love is a trap?"

"I never said that love is a trap; I said that YOU were the trap."

"So what are you really saying?"

"Put your clothes on and go back to England."

"Not without you."

"Do it, Fred."

"Is that what you really want?" You idiot! Of course it's not what I really want! I want you!

"Yes." And with that one simple word, my heart shatters like a window that had been mistakenly hit by a bludger. And the look on Fred's face mirrors the pain that I'm feeling.

"Are you sure?" No!

"Sweet Merlin, Weasley! Yes, I'm sure!"

Fred runs his finger down my cheek. "You're cute when you lie."

I swat his hand away, more playfully than I intended. "What makes you think I'm lying?"

"You said 'Sweet Merlin.' If you used a wizarding swear, then you must obviously want a wizard. And seeing as I'm the only wizard around for a twenty-kilometre radius, you must want me." He envelops me in a hug and then his lips begin to devour mine with a hunger and intensity like I've never felt. He releases me. "Mmm," he moans. "Come on, Angel; it's cold out here and the bed's warm." I allow him to lead me back to my bed (hey, I said I was tired of fighting it) where we get lost in our love for a fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh time.