A/N: I had to re-write this too I just didn't like how this was coming out! lol. Sorry got a little out of hand. Well I hope you enjoy this HUGE edit I had to make.

Choco

Angelina had paced back and forth wanting to wish she hadn't witnessed what she did.

I thought he loved me...

She walked to the library and found a corner and cried as many rivers to make fifty oceans and as many oceans to flood the earth.

Oh Fred how could you!..

She kept whispering "Why Fred why?"

Did anything from last night mean anything to you? Did you really mean all the things you said?

She couldn't believe what was going on. Fred was do diffrent and...

Angelina felt someone tap her shoulder. "Whatdo you want?" she said not bothering to look up.

"Just wanted to know why the bloody hell you are crying," Draco said with such coldness it hurt, "I was looking for a book for Potions when I heard you bawling your worthless eyes out in that corner," he snapped spitting worthless out like poision touched his sharp tongue.

Angelina wiped her nose and stood up. She defiantly crossed her arms over her chest andshot him a deadly glare.

"Oh wait," Draco said laughing lowly. Angelina couldn't help but notice if he grew amused at these sistuations-seeing people sad as if feeling superior,"you wouldn't be happeing to be crying over Weasel Head are you?" he scouffed under his breath.

Angelina went silent and a smirk played at the corner of his lips.

"Leave me alone Malfoy," she brushed past him.

Draco laughed under his breath and traced his hand over a spine of the book he wanted to get.

I knew it...

"Angelina!"

She turned to see Fred rushing towards her but she kept walking. Angelina didn't need any of this bull that Fred was pulling.

Draco glared at Fred is disgust.

For god sake what the hell is he doing?

A Weasly; fitly, disgusting, and an embarrassment to the wizarding world was Draco's defention of a Weasely.

Fred saw Draco standing in front of him and glared at him. He didn't understand him one bit.

"Better catch up to her Weasly she's probably the only girl you'll ever get. You can't afford to lose her," Draco plastered a wicked grin over his lips.

"Mind your own, Malfoy." Fred brushed past him and tried to catch up to Angelina.

Draco watched Angelina disappear into the long halls of Hogwarts. He couldn't understand how a girl like Angelina- a smart girl would love such a worthless piece of scum like Fred. Draco sighed. She was just like all the other girls.

I'll give her a week...

"Angelina!" Fred yelled trying to catch up to her "Angelina wait!" he ran after her this time. "Angelina-I'm sorry. I am so sorry," he whispered.

"Angelina!"

Fred ran down the hall finally catching up to her. "Angelina look at me." Fred said trying to keep up a steady pace with Angelina.

"Look at Alicia," she said this in return still walking not looking at Fred. " For god sakes your shirt is still unbuttoned!"

Fred stepped in front of Angelina's way. She looked into his eyes "Please, go away... go..."

With out warning, Fred pressed his lips against hers and began to kiss her, wiping away her tears that she began to cry. He hugged her.

"I still love you."

Angelina pushed him away and slapped him in one quick motion across his sharp jaw.

Angelina took off her silver heart shaped necklace and through it at Fred.

"Love, would have made you tell Alica no," she cried," love, would have made you come back to me...I don't love you any more Fred. I'm hurt you did this to me..me Fred. Did you love me? I loved you did you think of that!"

Fred held his jaw in pain as she walked away from him. Angelina began to cry fresh tears again.

She needed someone to talk to. She needed to get away from Fred. She went to her dorm room closing the door and blocking out all the madeness behind it.

Angelina threw away all her pictures of her and Fred away,old love notes,birthday cards, old photos. She cried again this time while ripping up her pictures letting all the rage pass through her.

No matter what she did she kept ripping them into little pieces hoping that they would come back together...together like Fred and her once were.

She laid in her bed. The pillow held close tight to her whiting her knucles from all the pressure. She thought of all the times when Fred had told her;

"I love you, you mean the world to me, Angel-you know that?".

Was all this a lie? With all this confusion she drifted away into sleep. In her dreams all she thought about was Fred. She still loved him.

But I don't want to. Make it stop..

Slowly waking, Angelina looked at the time "12:35" she was five minutes late for Qudditch practice. She didn't want to go to practice if she had to see Fred.

She decided to go anyway. Why would she let him bring her down she was the toughest girl around; at least that was what Fred told her. Angelina shook her head ridding away thoughts of Fred and heading down for practice.

When she arrived everyone were in there positions. They were working on one of Oliver's plays.

"Johnson, your late" Oliver spoke disappointed. Angelina was never late and always urged her other teammates not to be. "I hope you will not do this again," he said his accent growing thick as he grew angrier, "20 laps, Johnson," he said blowing his whistle.

"Hey, Angelina," said Alicia,"I just wanted to tell you---,"

"Save it," Angelina snapped brushing past Alicia.

For the rest of practice Angelina gave Alicia the cold shoulder.

Through out the whole match Alicia avoided eye contact and never spoke to Angelina which was fine with her. Angelina didn't want anything to do with Alicia any more as far as Angelina was concerned they were never going to be friends again.

They practiced the usual drills, ran a few of the old plays, along with some brand new ones. Still, Angelina didn't see Fred at practice, she was a little worried but thrilled that she didn't have to see him it was hard enough seeing Alicia.

When practice was over she went to the locker room and showered washing away all the sweat and dirt from the game. When she finished showering she walked back out on the field. Fred was there talking to George asking if he'd seen Angelina.

"Have you seen her? She doesn't want to talk to me."

"Why's that?" George asked rasing an eyebrow in question.

She grimaced and started to walk towards the exit of the field when she heard him call her name.

"Angelina!" Fred yelled,"Angelina please wait!"

She kept walking, never turning around once to reply. The shouts grew faint fading away like the way their relationship only it was too late for Angelina to relies it before it was too late.

Walking down the stairs alone was depressing with out Angelina around. Fred sat on one of the steps.

"I don't blame you one bit Angie," he began to cry, "oh, Angel I 'm so sorry," he held his shoulders, "I am so sorry" he whispered.

I don't know what went wrong...

For once he wished that he would be their to kiss Angelina cares away and tell her everything is okay and she would accept him.

Draco always studied in the library on Sundays. He enjoyed the warmth the room gave off when ever he would first walk in.

The way the book cases where not so close and crowed so that he could find what ever he really needed to find. He took his off his cloak, took out his quill, parchment, and began to write.

Draco Malfoy October 3

Potions Class

He wrote the first question admiring his handwriting.

1.What are the ingredients used to turn an owl to a frog? Explain step by step along with your sources.

Draco smiled this was too easy. He looked around the room and saw Angelina studying her Care of Magical Creatures homework.

She would pause, think, and then write her answer on her parchment. Angelina looked up and caught Draco's eye. He looked away and smirked.

At least someone else loved studying on Sundays as well as I...