Chapter 11- Murdering Fred

"You're late." Professor Snape snapped. Angelina turned her head back to glance at Fred. He merely shrugged and took a seat as far away from Angelina as possible, in the back. Snape glared at him for a moment or two, pure distaste clear in his face.

"Professor Dumbledore has called a Teacher's Meeting. You two will be in the Great Hall, mopping up the floor. Hand over your wands," he spat out, grabbing Angelina and Fred's wands, "I will be back in two hours. If the floor does not meet my approval, I will dirty it again and you will start all over." He didn't wait for a response, but swept out the door. Fred quickly got up, and probably sprinted to the Great Hall.

Two hours ago, the Gryffindor girls had been heatedly discussing Angelina's plan. It, of course, was no longer identifiable in the new plan. The girls had ripped it to shreds and put it back together again, only better this time. Kalypso had probably contributed the most. She was well known for being outspoken and fiery, but it was much to Angelina's advantage.

"Gyarf!" Fred yelled. "Woo oo geroff me?" his face flat against the floor caused his speech to be slurred a bit.

"No." Angelina replied, coolly. She had tackled Fred, by Kalypso's suggestion, and she now sat saddled on him. She, however, loosened up a bit so that he could talk properly.

"Angelina, have you gone mad?" he asked, struggling to look up at her.

"Yes, I quite think so," Angelina said, ponderingly, "But, not quite as mad as you, Fred Weasley!" Fred looked at her questioningly. "Don't give me that look, you know what I am talking about."

"No, actually, I don't think I do. Could you shift to the right a little bit, you weigh more than I thought." Angelina frowned at him for a moment, but scooched to the right a few centimeters.

"Why were you avoiding me today?" she asked, angrily.

"Avoiding you? Why, Angelina! Why would I do such a thing?" he replied.

"You see, that was my question. You're supposed to answer me, not repeat me." she snapped, icily.

"Fine, fine. No need to murder me, although if you sit on me much longer you might do just that."

"Just answer me!" she snapped, getting fed up with his stalling.

"Er...well, wait! What was the question again?" he replied, confusedly.

"Honestly Fred, I'm serious!" Angelina cried.

"I am, too! I forgot the question!" he screwed his face up in mock thought, "Oh, right. Why am I avoiding you." Minutes went by and still Fred hadn't said anything.

"I don't know why I even bothered! I told you things I haven't even told Kori and Alicia last night, and you can't even tell me why you were avoiding me today." she practically yelled before making to get up. "Let go of me, Fred." she said, her tone showing that if he didn't let her go she wouldn't hesitate to punch him.

"No, Angelina." he said, rather bravely. Angelina wasn't a force to be reckoned with. And, true to her tone, she punched him. Straight on his perfect little nose, which instantly began spewing scarlet droplets of blood. Angelina just glared at him, smugly. His arm still securely circled her around her waist. "Merlin, Angelina! You are trying to murder me, aren't you?" his free hand had flown to his now gushing nose.

"If I wasn't before, I am now." she replied darkly, trying to pull out of Fred's death grip. He was silent, trying to clot his bleeding nose while holding Angelina around the waist. She was still pulling and thrashing about, trying to get up. The scarlet drops had finally stopped gushing, and Fred pulled his now completely red hand away from his nose. There was blood everywhere on his face, running down his chin, down his neck, and staining his white shirt.

"Angelina...please?" Fred whispered, almost inaudibly.

"What Fred? I'm not sorry if that's what you're waiting for. And, if you don't let me go, I won't be sorry for breaking your nose, either." her voice, much unlike Fred's soft pleading one, was loud and icy.

"Angelina...I'm...I'm sorry." Angelina was shaking her head, no, tears that wanted to be icy and cold were slowly spilling over her eyes. "Angelina, listen to me! Would you please stop crying? Angelina, you...you know me. Right?" Angelina looked at him funny, tears still streaming down her face. She nodded.

"Have I ever had a steady relationship?" he asked quietly. She shook her head, no. "Do you know why?" she shook her head, no, again.

"It's...it's because I'm scared, Ang!" he was whispering to her again, and she could hardly hear him. "I'm scared, okay? Does that solve your problem?" She nodded. Fred slowly pulled his arm back from Angelina's waist and Angelina, just as slowly, stood up. She began stepping quickly backwards and sat down at the table behind her, without looking. Angelina sat on a wet mop, and stood up. She removed it from underneath her and sat back down. Her eyes were far off, and she seemed to be thinking.

Fred pulled himself up and looked around for a cloth or something to wipe himself off. He picked up a somewhat dirty rag and wiped the scarlet blood off of his face and hands. Angelina still looked like she was there physically, but elsewhere mentally.

Fred, grumpily, continued to mop the floor. It was 9:00, Snape would be back in about an hour to see how they had done. If anything, the blood had made the floor worse than before and Fred found himself scrubbing at the already staining blood.

A/N: Heya! What? Me, leave you with a cliffhanger? Never! Oh, wait, yes I believe I kind of just did...MUAHAHAHA! I'm starting to line up chapters while I'm on a roll so I've already finished the next chapter! I love this chapter. I think it's the best yet, but that's just me. What do you think? It shows Fred's weak and defenseless side and Angelina's fierce and fiery side. I had to rewrite some of it because of a thunderstorm that shut my computer off, but it still came out really good. Right? I was gonna put this up tomorrow(a week after I last updated) but decided not to wait. So, this comes to you a day early CONSTANT VIGILENCE!