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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you like this story, this is my baby.

Just Angelina's POV for this one. The next one will be Fred's. I think this'll be a 5 chapter story (maybe). Oh, beware of mild swearing in this one.

R&R!

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I am a mess. I am drunk, my team is losing, my grades are faltering, I have a headache, and the love of my life deserted me.

That's right. You heard me. Fred fucking Weasley deserted me. Left me, just like that. With his twin brother, George, last month.

They got themselves, along with Potter, banned from Quidditch because they turned Malfoy into a punching bag (Malfoy deserved every second of it, that sorry ass loser). Well, George and Harry did. I held Fred back (Katie and Alicia helped, thank Merlin. I couldn't handle Fred's weight by myself. I was trying to divert Fred's attention back to me, but even I knew that was impossible). I didn't want him to get in any trouble. Hah. But that evil bitch, Umbridge, banned him from the sport anyways. So I lost my two beaters and my seeker. That's why we're losing.

Him and George couldn't take it anymore. Getting banned was like their signal to leave. Besides, Dumbledore was gone. They felt that their stupid little joke shop would keep them alive. So they bailed. They mounted their bloody broomsticks and flew off into the bloody sunset.

And the worst part is I knew he was leaving. And I let him go. He told me his plans the night before he left. Right here, in our Cove. I could remember it like it was yesterday.

We had just finished having sex, and we were taking slow drags out of the same cigarette. We usually have quiet moments after we do it, but Fred was different that night. Sure, I could always feel his passion during sex, but that night, it was like it would be our last. It was like he was taking his time. Like he was savoring the moment. It was odd, but I didn't care. We were usually fast, we never went past an hour. I don't know, maybe because I didn't have my watch with me, but it felt much longer.

I offered him the cigarette and he shook his head no. I shrugged, he never was a big smoker anyways. He then broke the silence.

"Angel, tell me you won't freak out." He said it so slowly, almost like he was still thinking of what to say.

I threw the cigarette butt away. I knew at once that the conversation would be serious, and that I needed to pay attention. Fred was never serious, so I turned to face him.

"Alright."

"Say it."

"I won't freak out, Fred."

"I want you to make a promise."

"I will."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"This is going to hurt you, and I want you know that it's not your fault. It's never your fault."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Tears had started to form in my eyes. I tried to hold them back, I never cry in front of people. Not even Fred.

"No, baby. Never. It's just that, George and I can't stand it here anymore. So we're leaving."

Leaving! I sat up, breaking away from his embrace. The tears I was holding back started rushing down my face.

"You're leaving? Why? I mean, yeah Umbridge is horrible, but you just can't run away from your problems, Fred! What about N.E.W.T.s? It's not that far away! Fred, this is our last year! What will your mother say? She won't let you back into your house, that's for sure."

I felt him shift around (I still wasn't looking at him. I was furious). He sighed.

"Don't bring my mother into this. George and I won't be taking N.E.W.T.s. Everybody knows we won't pass those. Hell, even you know that. We just don't want to waste our lives here. Getting banned from Quidditch was just the last straw. And besides, we have enough money to start our joke shop in Diagon Alley…"

"You're leaving for a fucking joke shop! Merlin, Fred!" my throat was hoarse, and my breathing was shallow. I looked down at my hands, they were shaking uncontrollably.

"Calm down, Angel. You sound like my mother," I turned around to glare at him, and the smirk on his face was immediately gone.

"Don't. Fred. Just… just go. Ok? Just leave me alone. That's what you're planning on doing anyways."

I felt the mattress' weight shift over. I heard a heavy sigh coming from his direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him pulling his pants up. He was actually leaving me. I broke down, sobbing. He rushed over to my side and tried to embrace me.

"Don't touch me! Merlin, Fred. Don't I mean anything to you? Can't you stay for me? Do you… do you even love me?" I was frustrated. I was hugging the blanket around my shaking body.

"Oh Angel, you know I do. I love you. I thought you'd understand, Angel. You mean the world to me…"

"Then stay! Stay if I mean the whole damn world to you. Just stop talking Fred. You're making it worse."

He made out to hold me again, and this time, I let him. He gently rocked me back and forth, making soothing sounds and rubbing my back, like he was consoling a child with a scraped knee instead of a heartbroken teenage girl.

"Can I go with you and George?" I had calmed down a bit, but I was still devastated.

"I want you to. Merlin knows I do. But Angie, you are too smart to be a drop-out. I don't want you wasting your future just to be with me."

"Fred, are you that stupid? Can't you tell that you're my future?"

"Oh Angel. Just promise me."

"What, Fred? Promise you what?"

"That you'll stay here in Hogwarts and finish your seventh year," I opened my mouth to protest but he spoke before I could, "You already promised me twice. Please, Angel."

"Promises are made to be broken."

"Don't break this one. I know you, Angelina. You'll regret it later on if you left with us and you'll blame it on me and George," I nodded. What he was saying was true.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

I started crying again. He gently cupped my face. He turned my head soI could look at him, his thumb wiping away my tears. He leaned in to kiss me, and I desperately returned it.

"Hold me, Fred. Hold onto me forever."

"I will."

"Let's just stay here. For the night."

"Ok."

"I love you, Fred."

"I love you more, Angelina."