Author's Note: Hey all! So sorry I haven't updated in a very long time. It's been crazy lately, what with Science fair, two musicals, ballet recital and exams, and a gazillion miles of homework that I'm still behind on. It's been hectic, I'll tell you. But due to a supply teacher in, you guessed it, Geography, I've been able to write another chapter for you.

The beginning is kinda crappy, because I had to get to where this chapter needed to be in relation to the time-frame. I tried to describe what happened with as much detail as possible, but if something makes no sense, I'm sorry, and note me. I'll try to explain it better next chapter.

Once again, a huge thank you to all of my reviewers. You just keep making my day. I'm glad that you like the story, because I like it, and your enjoyment is what I have in mind when I'm writing it.

That's pretty much it. Those of you who have been reading The Gryffindor Lion, I'll try and get a chapter up on that by the end of the month, but I'm sorry if I can't. For those of you who are still reading this incredibly long note, you can have a cookie. I'll let you get to the story now.

Hope you enjoy it,

Tidal Waves

Are you afraid of being alone, cause I am, I'm lost without you

Winter passed. Spring was upon Hogwarts. It was a time of new beginnings, and a time of love. Many things had changed since the day Fred and Angelina had finally gotten their acts together and admitted their feeling for each other. They were the constant couple, something that the inhabitants of Hogwarts grew to rely on. They were almost always together, and people were starting to refer to them as Fred-and-Angelina. So in addition to Katie-and-Lee, and Alicia-and-George, there was the new entity of Fred-and Angelina. It was only rarely that they were apart, and when they were, it was rarely by choice.

Another choice had been made for them that didn't only affect Fred. Umbridge, that horrible toad of a professor, had placed a life long quidditch ban on Fred, George, and Harry. Almost half of the quidditch team was out because of a stupid reason, and Umbridge's hate for all things Gryffindor. The removal of quidditch from their schedule was hard on all of them, but especially on the twins. Quidditch had been their life, their main reason for staying in school. Without it, life was almost intolerable. Only Angelina kept Fred going.

She was always there for him when he was having a bad day, just as he always tried to be there for her. However, he was finding that more and more it was he that was having the kinds of days where he just wanted to crawl into a corner and stay there. Everyday Fred was grateful that he and his "Angel" had finally gotten together.

On most evenings, the Fred and Angelina could be found stretched out on "their" couch in the common room, often surrounded by their closest friends. They would laugh and talk together, and sometimes just sit in silence late into the evening. Fred was happiest at those times. Their relationship was comfortable; they were just as happy to be talking to one another as they were with kissing.

Fred had to admit though, that the kissing was "bloody amazing!" He felt as though his insides were melting whenever he touched his lips to hers. In the months since they had started dating, they had snogged a lot but not much more. Angelina wasn't ready for more, and Fred was in no way going to pressure her. No matter how much he wanted to go further with her, he kept it to himself. He could wait for the right time.

xoxox

One Thursday while Angelina was at quidditch practice, George and Fred were having a little meeting in their dormitory. Lee was off at detention so they had the room to themselves. Fred was lying on his stomach on his bed, while George sat on his own bed. The twins remained silent for a few moments as they tried to collect their thoughts. They both know why they were there; a certain conversation needed to be had.

"All right," spoke George at last. "We both know why we're here, locked up in this stuffy dorm room, when we could be off annoying the hell out of the Toad."

Fred grimaced–any mention of that woman was enough to put him off his food for a week. "Yeah, so . . . d'you think that school has a purpose for us anymore?" he asked.

"I'm not sure that it does, brother dear. I mean, the only thing that I was looking forwards to was Quidditch, and now that that's gone . . . " George trailed off.

"I know exactly what you mean." Fred replied, "Pretty much the only thing that's keeping me going is Angelina. Without her, I don't know what I would have done by now."

George cracked a small smile at his twin's mention of Angelina. He felt the same about his Alicia. "What would you say if I asked you if you wanted to quit school?" he asked suddenly.

Fred thought about it. He tried to think of reasons for him to stay at Hogwarts, and he could only think of two. One, their mother would murder them. Two, he wasn't sure if he could leave his "Angel." But even with those two reasons, two very important reasons, for staying, Fred felt like leaving was his only option. He was going mad with the pressure, and he didn't need NEWTs. Why shouldn't he leave?

"If you asked me that," Fred began hesitantly, "I would tell you that it was one of your better ideas."

A smile spread across George's face. "I'm glad you think that because, if you want to, we can afford a shop on Diagon Alley, and I know for a fact that a decent one just vacated."

"Somehow I get the impression that you have thought about this whole ditching school thing a lot more than I have." spoke Fred with a grin.

"So is it a go?" asked George, "cause I really want to go through with this."

"It's definitely a go, I just have to figure out how I'm going to tell Angie."

"Yeah, I haven't really thought about that aspect of things. We should probably tell them soon, but I somehow doubt that they will be very happy about it. Perhaps it's time to turn on the good ol' Weasley charm."

"The Weasley charm? What's that?" asked an amused female voice from the vicinity of the doorway. The twins both looked up. There stood Angelina with her hair still wet from her after-practice shower.

"Oh, hey Angelina," said George. "I take it practice is over?"

"It sure is," she said, "and if you're wondering where Alicia is, she told me to tell you that she will meet you at the 'usual' place in fifteen minutes, wherever that is."

"Great, thanks." With that, George left to go seek out his girlfriend.

xoxox

When George was gone, Angelina went over to Fred's bed and stretched out beside him. Fred slipped his arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She placed her head on his shoulder and he marvelled at the fact that they seemed to fit perfectly together, almost like they were meant to be together. It was perfect.

"So why were you and George locked up in here on such a beautiful day? I would have thought that the Weasley twins would be out pulling pranks on unsuspecting first years." she said quietly.

"I–I'm–I'm not sure how to say this," Fred began. He swallowed hard. How could he tell Angelina–the girl who had been his best friend for years–that he was leaving Hogwarts prematurely? It was so difficult. "I'm leaving Hogwarts," he finally blurted out.

Angelina sat up, looking at Fred accusingly. "You must be kidding, right? You are aren't you?" she asked. When he didn't reply, she asked him again. "Aren't you?"

"Well, no actually, I'm not," Fred said warily. He saw a tear roll down Angelina's cheek. "Don't cry Angie, don't cry.'

"I can't help it," she said shakily, "I–I love you Fred, and now you're leaving me. I thought you loved me, but–"

For a moment, Fred's heart stopped. She loved him? Did he love her? Of course he did! Why hadn't he realized it. He cut her off. "Angel, I love you too." He leaned over to her and caught her lips up in a tender kiss.

When they pulled apart, he saw that she still had tears running down her face. "Angel, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

She smiled at him. "It's because I'm happy and sad at once," she said. "I'm so happy that you love me, because I was certain you didn't, but now you are leaving me, and I'm scared. You've been keeping me going lately, and I don't want to lose that."

"Now, now," Fred said, smoothing her hair, "It's not forever, and I'm not leaving tonight. There are arrangements to be made. I just wanted to tell you so that you knew."

"I know, it's just, I need you, Fred. You keep me going. I don't know what I'll do when you leave."

"You will get top marks on your NEWTs and make me and your parents proud. That's what you will do."

"There you go, trying to make the best of things." She laughed, but it turned into a yawn. "I really should go to sleep now, but I don't want to leave."

"So stay here, I promise I wont try anything."

She studied him for a minute before speaking. "You know what? That sounds like a good idea."

Fred gave Angelina a pair of pajama pants and a T-shirt and she went into the washroom to change. While she was in there, Fred quickly put on his own pajamas and slipped under the covers. Angelina came out changed and quickly jumped into the bed. She snuggled up close to Fred and promptly fell asleep.

Fred stayed awake for a while, watching her sleep and thinking about all of things that they had said earlier in the evening. She loved him. He loved her. The more he thought about it, the more hi liked the idea. And with that thought in his head, he finally drifted off to sleep.