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A/N: Hey guys. School starts soon, so I thought I'd post this chapter before things got too hectic. Thank you so much for all the encouraging words. And yes, in terms of Christian, looks can be deceiving! Haha. Lots of F/A fluff in here, as well as Angelina's usual dosage of sarcasm. I hope you like it.

November 26

Library

I think the best way to summarize yesterday would be a quote from my dear friend Lee.

"I hate to say it, but I told you so."

My doubts had been confirmed tonight and my plan of jealousy blew up in my face like a bad chemical reaction. But let me go from the beginning. I thought that classes would never end. Each professor seemed to have a yearlong speech and additional set of notes for their torturing pleasure. My last class of the day was defense against the dark arts, with Moody.

Fred was sitting in back of me with the boys and I just knew that he was glaring at the back of my head. I wanted to turn around and stick my tongue out at him or something equally obnoxious, but I was terrified Moody would like…blow me to pieces or something with some weird curse. Christian had requested that we meet in the Great Hall, around 4:30. At that moment, it was 3:50, so I obviously had very little time to get ready. Alicia, Katie and I all rushed up to my dorm and throwing around possible outfits.

We were going for the "sexy not slutty, yet cute schoolgirl, yet casually irresistible look." Despite the fact I would be wearing my robes over my clothes, it didn't matter. Alicia finally picked out the perfect outfit.

I changed out of my jeans and long-sleeved shirt, into this ridiculously tiny, blue plaid, Ralph Lauren skirt (compliments of Katie) and a spaghetti strap, white, lacy tank top. Over the tank top, I threw on a white, cardigan sweater. I was debating whether or not to borrow Alicia's Stella Mcartney six-inch heels, but I decided they were too impractical. I settled on my pair of low-top Converse trainers.

I was going to throw my hair up in a ponytail, but Katie insisted that I should put it in a headband. After a few magic tricks on how to fight frizz from the latest "Teen Witch Weekly" and some of Katie's abundant supply of hair products, it looked fairly presentable. I really do hate having such thick and wavy hair. The girls love it and I always offer to trade with them any time. I'd much rather have Alicia's pin-straight locks than the tangled mess I usually have.

Anyway, after taking twenty minutes to decide and change into my outfit, the girls did my makeup at lightening speed. It was only a bit of blush, foundation, lip gloss, eye shadow, mascara and eye liner. We didn't want to give off the impression that I'd spent very long deciding what to wear.

It was 4:35 when we'd finally finished. The girls wished me luck and I flew down the stairs and out the portrait hole so fast, that I didn't notice the person trying to enter. And just my luck, it was that arse Fred Weasley! We both backed up, standing in front of the open doorway, the Fat Lady grumbling to herself about indecisive students.

Neither of us moved. It was like there was some magnetic force drawing us together. Fred silently studied my outfit, my hair and my face, his expression emotionless.

I stared back up at him, offering no hints as to what I was thinking.

"Where are you going?" he sharply demanded, looking at my outfit with mordant curiosity once more.

I was surprised that he'd decided to speak to me.

"Well, Frederick, I'm surprised that you're taking your precious time to speak to an icy, selfish bitch like me," I frostily snapped.

Fred sighed, his eyes sparking with frustration. Was he calling a truce?

"Look, Angie. I know we're not on the best of terms right now, but I really would feel much better if you didn't go see this Christian prat."

This was outrageous to me. First he called me a bitch and refused to even act civil to me. Then he acted like this fight was killing him? What gives?

I rose an eyebrow and firmly crossed my arms over my chest, leering at him.

"Why should I listen to you?"

Fred scowled at me.

"Because, I just ran into that bastard and had a little chat about you," he began, his voice strained.

At this, I was hooked. But I didn't let it show. I knew Fred was angry with me but I knew he wouldn't make up a lie just to get back at me. He wasn't like that. I could always tell when he was looking out for me and at that moment, it was stronger than ever.

"What did he say?"

Fred's scowl evaporated and he frowned deeply, as though the matter was extremely troubling.

"He asked me if I knew you and I said why. He threw me this smart aleck type smirk and in his stupid French accent was like, I've seen you hang around with her and I was wondering if she was a good lay."

I felt my entire face drain of color. My arms flopped to my sides and my mouth hung open. A huge part of me thought Fred was making it all up just because he was jealous. Screw what I'd said to myself earlier. When the green-eyed monster infected someone like Fred, it wasn't a pretty sight.

But another part of me, a small but strong piece of me, argued that Fred was completely right. It made sense. The rumor that Katie had heard, the way Christian had been acting at dinner.

But then again, it wasn't like I'd been reluctant to his charms. I hadn't told him to stop or gave off any impression that I was freaked out by his suave behavior.

I was speechless.

"What?" I questioned in disbelief.

Fred sighed, his eyes a mixture of sympathy and remorse.

"Look, why would I make something like that up? I swear to God, I could have beaten the crap out of the twerp right then and there. I probably would have, but Madam Maxime was waddling around the corner," he sincerely admitted.

I wasn't sure which side to go with. I was caught in the middle. I wanted to rebel against Fred's wishes, because I was so fed up with him and being so infatuated with him.

I thought if I revolted against him, then it would be a strange way of saying, "Ha. I don't need you!" Another part of me just wanted to fall into his arms and forgot all about Christian. I'd known Fred for six, long years and it was unlikely that he was making it up just for kicks.

But then again, if Christian tried to pull anything, I could handle it. I wasn't going to sit there and watch if he acted out of line. Even Fred knew from experience, that my slaps usually left a bright red mark for more than a day.

"What did you tell him?" I was fully aware that the minutes were ticking by but this was far more important.

Fred look embarrassed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Basically, I told him to stay the hell away from you, or I'd beat the pulp out of him. Of course, my language was a lot more, let's say, colorful than that. I also told him a guy like him didn't even deserve to speak to a girl like you," he softly confessed.

I felt my tense expression soften. There we go again. The cycle. First we tumbled into messy games of flirtation, then into a huge fight and now we were back to where we started. Once I found a fault with him, he did something that redeemed himself.

"Fred…thank you," I whispered.

He threw me a crooked smile.

"Well, even when I'm mad at you, you're still my best mate," he candidly replied, growing even more embarrassed.

I softly smiled up at him, knowing that despite his warnings it wasn't going to stop me from meeting Christian.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?"

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His smile turned into a sly grin and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer.

"Why's that?" he demanded, gazing down at me.

I laughed, then tilted my head up and planted a swift kiss on his lips.

Pulling back, I quietly informed, "Because one minute you're the biggest jack ass in all of England. The next, you're the sweetest friend a girl could ever have."

I could tell he was pleasantly surprised by the kiss and he stared down at me, as though in a trance. I sighed and stepped out of his embrace, much to his regret.

"And as much as I appreciate you warning me, if you'll excuse me, I have a date."

I briskly turned on my heel and started to walk away, when Fred latched onto my arm. His eyes were wide with vindication, praying that I would understand his reasoning.

"Angel, please. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you," he huskily murmured.

His hand reached up and tenderly cupped my face. I felt my entire body stir with electricity from the tips of my toes to the last hair on my head. I had never seen him so concerned about my welfare. Would this be the moment that Fred finally confessed his real feelings for me? I intently gazed up into his eyes and inwardly laughed. Who was I kidding? I was taking it too far. He was just being a friend, is all.

A friend and nothing more.

I threw him a sad smile and slightly shrugged.

"Then I promise nothing will happen to me."

And with that, I flounced down the stairs and left Fred standing in his own pool of doubt.

I was now ten minutes late to meet Christian and part of me hoped that he wouldn't show up. But when I arrived at the Great Hall, there he was, piano hands and all. A few other people were scattered about, doing homework or just chatting but the number wasn't even in the teens. His irritated frown instantly transformed into a wide grin when he saw me.

"I'm sorry I'm late. I couldn't um...find my shoes," I half-fibbed.

Christian waved it away.

"That's all right. Anyway, it seems a bit foggy outside, so would you like to walk around the castle? I've never seen anything except this part and the entrance," Christian suggested.

I nodded.

"Sure."

He smiled and held out his arm. I slipped my arm through his and started to lead the way. We walked around and I showed him the library, the way to the kitchens and the hospital wing. Christian didn't play up the sex-craved asshole that Fred and Lee had described.

He was very polite and attentive, listening carefully to everything I said, as though he was storing it in his brain for future reference. We talked more about ourselves and joked around a bit. I was starting to think that Fred really had made all that stuff up, when I felt sudden uneasiness creep along like a panther. We were passing by some empty classrooms, when I started to notice a change in his demeanor.

He released his arm and slung it possessively around my waist, drawing me so close, I could smell his cologne. He really is a good-looking guy…except he's not Fred. He stopped in front of the old Transfiguration classroom and pointed at the closed door.

"And what is this used for?" he demanded, trying to peer through the glass of the window.

"Well, it used to be used for Transfiguration long before I came to the school. Then they built a new class room, because this one was too small," I informed.

He looked at me and cunningly grinned.

"Are we allowed to go in?"

I hesitated.

"Well, I don't see why not," I anxiously replied.

Christian stepped forward and jiggled the doorknob to see if it was locked. Unfortunately, it wasn't. He shoved the door open and let me go inside first. I paced around the classroom, wondering if it was rude to end the date right now.

The classroom was small and stuffy and smelled like pollen. A chalkboard was at the front of the room; littered in thick dust and a bunch of wooden desks were pushed against the back wall. The windows were shut, the blinds broken and cracked.

I sat on one of the desks, folding my hands in my lap. Christian smiled, as though he were hiding something, then shut the door. I felt my blood run cold when I heard the clear "click" of a lock.

He sauntered toward me, this newfound confidence something I had never seen before. And for the first time since I'd been with him, I was truly panicking.

"You know, Angelina, it's very fortunate that we are both single, because I don't think I'd have been able to resist you any longer," he purred.

I gripped the back of the desk tighter, gulping. Had I stepped into the Twilight Zone?

I let out a nervous laugh, warily eyeing him as he stood in front of me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, throwing me a cheeky grin.

"Really?" I hoarsely wondered.

I mean, what else was I supposed to say?

"Really," he murmured.

And with that, he gently pressed his lips to mine. Now I REALLY was mixed up. He had given off the impression that he was this crazy psycho type and now he was kissing me like I was fragile China and would break if handled too roughly. So maybe I had let my imagination run wild again. Maybe he wasn't as bad as everyone wanted me to believe.

I returned his kiss and let my arms settle around his neck.

As soon as I returned the kiss, Christian seemed to think this was a signal that I wanted to jump to second base or something, because he increased the pressure of his lips and let his hands wander up and fiddle with the few, actually fastened, buttons on my robe. Before I could stop him, my robe was on the ground, his hands underneath my sweater and thin tank top.

I broke free of his lips, glaring at him in anger.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled.

Christian smirked and toyed with the hook of my bra. My eyes widened in shock and I took his moment of slick confidence to my advantage.

"I don't think so," I acidly snapped.

Using both my feet, I kicked at his chest and shoved him off of me. He recoiled backwards and tripped on the hem of his robes, crashing to the floor. I let out a sigh of relief, checked that all my clothes were in their proper place, then started to walk towards the door.

But Christian had recovered from his fall and clamped onto my arm. We were standing in the middle of the empty classroom, halfway to the door.

"No, see this isn't how this works. We're not done until I say so," he hissed.

His grip was so tight that I winced. There probably would be a bruise the next day.

"Let go of me!" I roared.

It was too bad I didn't have my wand, because I would have hexed him from here to Zimbabwe.

He shook his head and pressed his lips to mine once again. What was he trying to do? Swallow my face?

"I said, LET GO YOU GIT!" I shrilly screeched.

He chuckled, trying to give me a rather large hickey on my neck.

I lifted my leg and kneed him in well, let's say, where the sun don't shine. He let out a cry of surprise and pain, toppling to the floor. I bitterly chuckled at him and kicked him in the side with medium force. He rolled over, clutching his "family jewels."

"You bitch!" he moaned.

I cocked an eyebrow.

"That's THE bitch to you," I sarcastically corrected.

Just then, the door burst open with a frantic shout of "ALOHAMORA!" There stood Fred Weasley, his face crimson with anger and clashing horribly with his hair, his fingers clutching the life out of his wand.

I laughed in surprise.

"Fred? What are you doing here?"

Fred immediately shook his head, walking past me and to Christian, who was struggling to get to his feet.

"Did he hurt you, Angel? Because so help me God, if this prat hurt one strand of hair on your head, I'll use so many hexes on him that he won't be able to know the difference between his face and his elbow!" Fred snarled.

I laughed and went over to Fred, lowering his wand arm.

"Sorry Prince Charming, but you're a little late. I had to endure a few sloppy kisses and a minute or two of roaming hands, but I'm fine. I told you I could take care of myself," I gratefully informed with a playful smirk.

Fred smiled in relief at me. It seemed as though a heavy weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Then he hovered above Christian and smirked. Before I could stop him, (like I really wanted to, yeah right), he used the Jelly-Legs curse on him.

I started cracking up and then led the red head out of the room and back towards the common room. Christian, along with being assaulted in the crotch, was now cursing at the fact he couldn't walk steady.

Fred and I were mute as we walked, his arm protectively around my waist, my head lightly resting on his shoulder.

"Sorry I failed at being your Knight in Shining Armor. Do you want to take a rain check?" he teased after a few moments of silence.

I looked up at him as we approached the Fat Lady.

"It's all right. You're Fred Weasley. That's even better," I guilelessly whispered.

He softly chuckled and tenderly kissed me on the forehead. And that's when I knew we both had apologized, without even saying the words.

So I later found out that Fred had been following me the entire time. He had been waiting outside the classroom and burst in after I he heard me yelling at Christian.

So most everything is back to normal.

Normal meaning, Fred is still a player and despite the fact we just recovered from a colossal fight, I still love him like a best friend and (secretly) something more. After Fred and I went into the common room, there was a moment of awkward staring, and then he said he had to go to talk to George about 'Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.'

Shockingly, he hugged me goodbye, and then I went and found the girls, who were in Katie's room. I told them just about everything and they cooed and awwed at Fred's displays of affection.

Lee and George found out about my little extravaganza with Christian, The French Molester, over breakfast today. Lee and George both erupted into a slew of curse words and after Alicia and Katie calmed them down; Lee provided the quote I began my journal entry with.

George, Lee and Fred offered to corner Christian and take turns beating the living daylights out of him, but I reluctantly told them that wouldn't be necessary. We saw him walk into the Great Hall this morning, Pierre and some HufflePuff attached to his side.

Fred threw him the dirtiest look I've ever seen. Lee started tearing up his muffin, as though it was actually Christian's head and George copied Fred. Christian rolled his eyes, though scurried to the HufflePuff table as though his pants were ablaze.

He had trouble sitting down and at this; we all burst out laughing.

Katie and Alicia have decided they're going to play matchmaker and get Fred and me together, as a couple. They call it, "Operation the Red Coats Are Coming."

Ha, it should be Operation: The Loons Are Coming.

However, upon hearing their diabolical scheme, there is only one thing I can say.

I'm afraid...