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A/N: Chapter three for your perusal. Don't forget to add a review when you're thru!
"And here we were worried that Fred would be spending another Friday night by himself," Alicia said, before launching herself towards Angelina. Angelina quickly dislodged her body from Fred and she ran toward her former best mate.
The long separated friends dissolved into tears as they hugged each other. Fred and George looked at each other and shrugged.
After several moments, the girls pulled away from each other and began to talk.
"Angelina, where have you been? We promised to keep in touch after Hogwarts. After you left, all my owls began returning to me with the letters," Tears slid down Alicia's face. "Where were you? Merlin, I almost thought you were dead, I've missed you so much."
Overwhelmed, Angelina explained, "Alicia, I'm so sorry. I never thought….didn't you get my last owl? My family and I moved to Belize to get away from the war. Oh, just forget the past. I've moved to London and I'm here to stay."
The two young women clung to each other, completely bawling. Fred and George were starting to get alarmed.
"Do you think we should do something?" Fred asked George.
"What should we do?"
"I don't know… why do you think they're crying so much?"
"Bullocks, I'll never understand women. Well, outside the bedroom that is" George answered with a smirk.
Alicia, who had heard the comment, threw a death glare at him. "How could you be so crude and insensitive? You prat!"
George opened his mouth to reply, but before he said a word, Fred calmed the situation by suggesting that they all head back to the twins' flat for a nightcap. Angelina hurriedly agreed, and pulled Alicia down the street before she began a full scale attack on George.
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Once they arrived at the flat, George and Alicia, who had made up on the way, hurried to the kitchen to get the drinks.
Fred grinned broadly at their retreating backs. Angelina looked quizzically at him until he mouthed, "They're going to snog go in the kitchen."
She threw a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, and her eyes sparkled with amusement.
Fred moved from the armchair to sit next to her on the couch. He slung his arm around her shoulders and pulled her body close to him once again. Angelina's breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat.
"Umm, Fred," Fred leaned forward and used his free hand to move her braids off her shoulder.
"Aha," Fred's mouth descended to her neck where he commenced to kiss her.
Angelina involuntarily shivered as Fred's lips and tongue worked magic on her neck. "They could come in at any second," she groaned in spite of herself.
"No, trust me, they'll be a while," Fred replied his husky voice making her shiver again.
"And how do you suggest we pass the time?"
"A little bit of this, a little bit of that," Fred drawled, trailing soft kisses across Angelina's jaw.
Never a woman to sit back complacently, Angelina suddenly took control of the situation. Before he could react, she pushed him back on the couch. Letting her legs fall on either side of his hips, Angelina straddled Fred.
Fred was completely shocked by the turnaround. Angelina took advantage of his astonishment and pressed a demanding kiss to his mouth. With the touch of her lips, Fred immediately responded and placed his hands on her hips. He stroked her lightly, slowly running his hands under her skirt and up her thighs, softly grazing her skin with his fingernails.
Their kiss was anything but gentle. Angelina nibbled on Fred's lips, and when he opened his mouth, she slid her tongue in. Her hands ran along his side to his chest while their tongues tasted each other. Fred battled her to take control of the kiss. The war of lips and tongues only further aroused Angelina and after a few minutes, she submitted to his desire. She moaned softly as she struggled to undo the buttons of his shirt so she could feel his warm skin.
Feeling light-headed from the lack of air and the mind numbing kiss, Angelina pulled away. She could feel Fred's hard longing for her pressed up against her, and smirked in satisfaction.
"Angie, I think we should stop. If we continue, I can't guarantee your integrity." Angelina's heart constricted at Fred's words. He was being so chivalrous, even though she could feel that he wanted her so much.
"I . . . I guess you're right Fred." As much as Angelina wanted Fred to shag her at that moment, George and Angelina could walk in at any minute, and she knew she had to stop before they got carried away.
Angelina got off Fred, and he gingerly lifted himself off the couch, wincing when his swollen – wand -- rubbed against his pants. He quickly redid his buttons and watched as Angelina smoothed the lines out of her skirt. Angelina wanted to relieve his tension, but just when she was about to suggest it and placed her hand on his trousers, George and Alicia re-entered the room.
Alicia, whose skirt was on backward, carried a tray with pastries, and George, whose shirt wasn't buttoned properly, levitated the tea things. Angelina and Fred shared a secret smile as they observed their own rumpled clothing. They all wordlessly chose to ignore what had transpired in the interlude.
They all shared scones and tea spiked with Firewhiskey while they filled Angelina in on what had happened since she was last in England. Then she told them about her life in Belize. Soon after, they spoke of their fond Hogwarts memories.
At 2 AM, Fred brought an end to the conversation by sleepily suggesting that the girls share his room, because he thought they were too wasted to apparate home without splinching. Readily agreeing, Angelina and Alicia stumbled down the hall to his bed.
Before he left the room, George asked his twin, "Well, did you tell her how you feel?"
Fred grinned before he replied, "Actions are louder than words." With a chuckle, George retired to his room.
Fred pulled the afghan from the back of the couch and transfigured the couch into a feather down mattress before falling into a dreamless sleep.