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Fred's POV

"Angel?"

"Yes, Fred?"

"Remember fifth year?"

"No I don't," I bet she rolled her eyes, "Of course, Fred. I do. Why?"

We were in our Cove in the Forbidden Forest. It was littered with our empty whiskey and butterbeer bottles and flattened cigarette butts. It was a mess, but it was our little Cove, and we loved its privacy. We figured that no one would ever find our Cove, so we never bothered cleaning up. It's a beautiful little cove, too. There was an opening at the "ceiling" so we could stargaze. There used to be bats, but ever since we started coming here, they never returned. We brought some old lanterns that we "borrowed" from Filch for lighting. Our Cove was romantic, secluded and perfect. We discovered it last year during the Yule Ball when we were trying to see the Beauxbatons' winged horses up close. We had seen Madam Maxime going towards us, and since we didn't want to get caught, we made a run for it and ended up in our Cove.

I had conjured up a mattress and we were laying on it, looking up at the stars. Well, she was looking at the stars. I was looking at her. Her head was on my right arm, my right hand caressing her shoulder. To tell you the truth, my arm was dead asleep and my fingers were starting to tingle. I hate the feeling of the blood rushing back to the blocked veins, but I loved having her body resting against mine even more, so I let it be. Oh, the sacrifices you have to make…

"Remember our first time, Angel?"

It was right in this little Cove. We were pretty drunk, and I think that might've helped a bit. It was quick and awkward. Emphasis on awkward.

"Yeah. That was a blast," she took a sip of her butterbeer.

"Are you being sarcastic, love?"

"Only if you want me to be," she looked up at me and winked. I swear, my stomach did so many flips, I felt like I drank a gallon of love potion. Love potions! Must tell George of brilliant love potion plan for joke shop.

"Remember how I asked you if it was your first time and you said yes?"

"What are you playing at, Weasley?" she threw her empty bottle away and I heard it smash against the wall.

"And then you asked me if it was mine, and I said no?" I was looking straight ahead, I was trying to pick the right words.

"Uh-huh…" she propped herself up on her left arm, her hand cupping her face. She was drawing little circles on my bare chest.

"I lied."

She stopped and let her head fall off her hand, "What?" She didn't sound angry, her voice was only above a whisper. So far so good, Fred.

"You know how I was dating that Ravenclaw girl a month before right?" She nodded, looking at me intently. "Yeah, and she spread some rumor of how I was so good at persuading her into bed. She's not right in the head, that one. I dumped her two days after that rumor started, remember?"

"Yeah, I think I remember hearing something about that. But why didn't you deny it?" She twisted around so she was hugging me. Her bare skin against mine was wreaking havoc on my perverted teenage mind.

"Ego boost. Only George knew the truth. So really, I was a virgin until that night with you," I faced her. I wanted to see her reaction.

"Wow," was all she said. Honestly! Sometimes, you could never get Angelina to shut up no matter how hard you tried. That night, I wanted her to say something more than just 'wow'. I felt disappointed when she slowly rolled off the mattress (bringing the blanket with her, exposing a very naked me to the whole forest) and started collecting her clothes from the floor.

She draped her cloak around her shoulders and turned around to face me. (She had given me back the blanket, thank Merlin, it was getting cold.)

"No wonder you were stammering so hard on the contraceptive charm," she was smirking! Crazy little evil woman…

I chuckled, "Yeah. George taught me that. I was so damn nervous. Plus, I was drunk. But still, we managed to do the deed without any complications."

She was laughing by now, "'Without any complications'? Sure, I was drunk, and the details are a bit hazy. But certainly it had some complications! Wait. How does George know? He hasn't done it with Alicia has he?"

"I don't know about Alicia, but I do know of this other girl... Hey! Like I said, I was drunk. Just blame the complications on that."

She scoffed and threw all of my clothes at me, my shoe hitting my head. I love her and her pinpoint accuracy.

Angelina's POV

He was a virgin! Unbelievable. Well, at least he chose to share it with me, I guess. But still! Why did he have to lie about that? Should I be making a big deal about this? Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I'm just making a fuss over this. Yes, that's it. No big deal.

On the way back to the castle, Fred suddenly spun me around and took my hand. We started slow-dancing under the stars. It sounds romantic, doesn't it? If we were completely sober, yes, it would've been. But we were giggling and making faces at each other and stepping on each others' toes.

He dipped me down low, and looked deep into my hazel eyes. Oh Merlin. He was slowly closing the gap between our lips, and I felt his left hand slowly go down my arm and rest on my side. My eyes fluttered closed and I leaned in for a kiss.

Then he started tickling me mercilessly.

I squealed and hit him on the chest, making him lose his grip and dropping me. I pulled him down with me and he ended up on top of me. I didn't bother pushing him off, and he didn't get up. I think I might've landed on a rock, because my bum hurt afterwards. Leave it up to Fred to mess up something like that.

"You are wild," I whispered into his ear.

"You're pretty wild yourself," his lips tickled my cheek. I got goose pimples all over my body.

"Well, doesn't this feel familiar?" I said with a smirk.

"Only if I shift my body this way and if I pin you down like this and if you were completely naked, then yes.It would be familiar," he repositioned himself on top of me. I could've stayed like that forever.

"Let's go back to the Cove, Angel. I don't think I'm quite done yet," he snuggled his face against my collarbone. He started blinking, his long eyelashes tickling me, making me giggle like a loon. He always does that, he knows it drives me insane.

"I don't know. The sun will be out soon," I twirled his bright flaming red hair with my fingers.

"C'mon, love. You know you want to," he started kissing my collarbone and slowly moved up my neck with his butterfly kisses. With him on top of me like that, my hormones started screaming that I go back to the Cove. Of course, I obliged.

"Get off me," I poked his side. He squirmed, his erection hitting my thigh. Oh Merlin, Fred.

"No." He can be so stubborn sometimes. He had started nibbling on my ear lobe.

"Then how do you expect me to get to the Cove with you on top of me like this?" As soon as I said 'the Cove' he was up and helping me up onto my feet. Hormonal teenage boys and their fantasies…

He grinned and picked me up, carrying me bridal-style all the way back to the Cove.