Author's Note: Hello all you fanfiction type people. Here is the fourth instalment of the I'm Lost Without You saga. Hope it is as good as the previous chapters.

I'm so sorry that it took me so long to update this chapter. I've been going a million miles an hour with all the schoolwork and preparations for the Canada Wide Science Fair that I'm going to next week. So, because of all of this, I haven't been able to write much. In addition to that, this chapter just didn't want to be written.

So, thank you to all of my readers who reviewed, and I hope that you enjoy this chapter. The next one will be up in a few weeks, but I'm not promising anything.

With that, I'll leave you to the story. Hope it doesn't bore you too much.

Tidal Waves

Give me your lips and with one kiss we begin

It was early morning at Hogwarts, and only a few figures could be seen throughout the Great Hall. Fred Weasley was one of five figures who sat hunched over bowls of porridge and plates of bacon at the Gryffindor table. It was extremely rare to see his out of bed this early in the morning. The fact that he was fully dressed was cause for some to wonder if he had gone to bed at all.

Fred had gone to bed the previous night, but his head had been so filled with what George had said to him that he had spent most of the night thinking things through. He had reached the conclusion that his twin was absolutely, undeniably right. He did like Angelina. With that in mind, he know understood the funny feelings that had surfaced whenever he was around her. Why hadn't he realized before?

But did she like him? Fred thought and thought about it. George had said that she liked him, and he was the perceptive twin. Should he ask her on a date? What if it ruined their friendship? Questions span through his mind faster than a snitch. He groaned and banged his head on the table loudly. Several people looked at him strangely. Fred, unaware of their odd looks, grabbed a piece of bacon off of his plate and ate it.

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Fred finished his breakfast and set off to find Angie. There was a Hogsmede weekend coming up and he wanted to ask her to go with him before someone better did. He walked towards Gryffindor Tower, all the while practising what he was going to say.

"Hey Angie, how are you? Want to go to Hogsmede with me?"

"Oi, Angelina! Want to go out on the Hogsmede weekend?"

"Hiya Ange! Sleep well? Would you do me the honour of accompanying me to Hogsmede this weekend?"

That's a good one, he thought to himself. He hoped with all of his prankster's heart that she would say yes. George had said she liked him, but he still wasn't so sure.

Lost in thought, Fred rounded a corner only to find Angelina immersed in a conversation with a seventh-year Ravenclaw boy that Fred only knew by sight. His name was Deme-something. Fred stopped in his tracks.

"So do you want to go to Hogsmede with me?" he heard the Ravenclaw ask. Fred didn't stick around for the answer. Broken-hearted, he turned around and retraced his steps back to the Entrance Hall, fuming all the way.

"How could I have been so stupid?" he asked himself out loud. How had he even considered her liking him? He was a troublemaker and she got pretty good grades. They didn't go together. She would never look at him as more then a friend.

Feeling terribly disheartened, Fred left the castle and wandered the Hogwarts grounds for a while before heading out onto the Quidditch pitch. Fred sat down in the very middle and then stretched out on his back. He looked up at the clear blue sky above him and watched as the white, puffy clouds were swiftly pushed far away by a heavy, grey rain cloud.

As he watched the changing sky, Fred thought about what he was feeling. I'm jealous he finally realized. Jealous of a Ravenclaw. In his opinion, Gryffindors were ten times better than any Ravenclaw. If Angelina preferred a smart pansy boy to him, then so be it. She could see if he cared.

Just then the sky above him, which had become a dark threatening grey, split open, and a torrent of rain fell down on the Quidditch pitch, soaking through Fred's thin t-shirt in seconds. Unaware of the wet, Fred just lay there, letting the rain sooth his problems away.

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Angelina had seen Fred turn the corner while she was talking to the Ravenclaw. When she saw him beat a hasty retreat, she had wrapped up her conversation as quickly as she could. Knowing that Fred would head out to the Quidditch pitch, she gave him some time before setting out after him.

Arriving on the pitch, she sam him lying down in the very middle, watching the sky with a frown on his face. When the rain began to fall, he lay perfectly still, allowing the water to wash over him. At last she could watch him no longer.

Fred heard the approach of someone before he saw them. "Go away," he mumbled to the interloper on his privacy. He didn't want to talk to anyone.

"No," said the last voice that he wanted to hear at that moment. Angelina lay down beside him. "What is your problem?"

Fred sighed. "I saw you talking to that Ravenclaw. Have fun in Hogsmede with him."

"I'm not going with him."

"Well, I guess if you like hi–wait, you're not!"

"No, I'm not. I don't like him."

"You don't? But I thought... You were..."

"Fred. I don't like him. Get it through your head. Merlin, you can be stupid sometimes. I don't even know why he asked me to go with him."

"I do," Fred mumbled, blushing.

"What was that?" she asked, sitting up. Fred sat up too.

"I–I said that I do. I know exactly why he asked you." By now, the tips of his ears were bright red.

Angelina looked him straight in the eye, as if searching for something. After a long moment she looked away, starting out across the pitch.

"Do you–do you want to know why I said no to Demetris?" she asked.

"Yeah, I kinda do.'

"It's because I like someone else. Someone I've known practically my whole life. Someone that I think has finally gotten a clue." She turned back towards him, regarding him through her long lashes.

Fred swallowed. She couldn't be talking about him, could she? "D'you mean..."

"Yes Fred. I mean you. I like you."

"Mnphf," was Fred's intelligent response. She liked him! He couldn't believe it. "I mean... I like you too."

"That's good," she said. "I was hoping you did."

"Same here. Um... so, now that you aren't going with that Ravenclaw, would you like to go to Hogsmede with the incredibly sexy me?" He laughed.

Angelina reached out and hit him playfully on the arm, giggling all the while. Fred grabbed her hand before she could remove it, and turned to look her in the eye. Unconsciously he shifted closer.

"Yes, you goof, I'll go with you."

"Good." Fred drew even closer and then pressed his lips to hers in a delicate first kiss.