Disclaimer: I am not making any profits from writing this story. I'm simply expressing my awe of JKRowling and the world she has created.

A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I've been partying hard, celebrating not only Christmas, but my birthday as well! Here's a nice chapter for you to enjoy!

Over the next few weeks, Angelina and Fred started to see each other everyday. Inevitable, the night concluded at either Fred's or Angelina's flat, and every night ended in fiery kisses, but nothing more. Angelina was very confused and frustrated. She wondered why Fred was not taking the relationship to the next level when she felt his desire for her pressing into her stomach, night after night. After all, she was no inexperienced virgin, and she didn't understand his reluctance.

One Saturday morning, Angelina received an owl from Fred while enjoying her morning tea.

Angel,

Do you want to accompany me to the Burrow tomorrow for lunch? We are having a bit of a family dinner, and I want you to be there. You'll get to see a lot of redheads again! Please say you'll come. I'll Apparate to your flat at 12, and we can Floo from there.

Fred

Angelina took another sip of tea before searching her apartment for a quill and ink to scribble back her answer.

Fred,

Sure, sounds like fun. I haven't seen everyone in years! It will be like sitting in the Gryffindor common room at Hogwarts again. I'm not connected to the Floo Network, can I Apparate to your place and then we Floo from there?

Angelina

The tawny owl waited calmly, perched on its stand. Angelina retied the piece of parchment to its ankle, gave it a piece of toast, and shooed it out the window.

As she stared at the owl flying across the surrounding metropolis, she wondered what tomorrow would bring . . .

It was 11:30AM, and Angelina stood in her knickers in the middle of her small bedroom. She could not decide what to wear to the Burrow. Essentially, she would be "meeting the family", and even though she had met all of the Weasleys before, she felt nervous.

She took a red dress out of her closet, put it on, and looked in the mirror. No, she thought, it shows too much cleavage. She threw that dress on the ground to join all the other discarded outfits that littered her room.

Reaching into her dwindling wardrobe once again, she pulled out a dress. It was a dress she had received for her eighteenth birthday. It was a knee length pink dress; simple enough, and when she put it over her body, it became seductive. The neckline didn't dip too low over her breasts, and the dress clung briefly at her waist before widening to create a full skirt over her thighs. It was perfect. Not too sexy, yet not too prudish. The color complemented her complexion. She smiled, until she looked at her watch.

Angelina rushed to her bathroom to apply a light touch of makeup and recurl her hair with a spell. Then she rushed back to her room and searched under her bed for the sandals that matched the dress. Putting on a necklace that Fred had given her in their sixth year as a birthday present, she Apparated to Fred and George's flat, at exactly midday.

Fred sat in the living room on the couch flipping through the Daily Prophet. The Aurors had apprehended one more elusive Death Eater. After the fall of Voldemort, his followers had gone in hiding all over Europe. The Auror Department, now headed by Kingsley Shacklebolt, had sworn to catch every last one, and they were living up to their promise.

Fred closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the sofa. He briefly allowed himself to remember the days leading up to the Final Battle. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had run away to destroy Horcruxes the day after Bill and Fleur's wedding. Mrs. Weasley was devastated,as was everyone in the Weasley family and the Order was.

After Dumbledore's death, Voldemort started to make bolder and bolder attacks. Even the Muggle world was starting to notice something was wrong. Fred's thoughts drifted to the Final Battle itself. It took place in Diagon Alley. Voldemort was breaking the wards that would make the Wizard shopping center visible to the muggles of London. Just at that moment the Golden Trio arrived…

POP

Angelina Apparated straight unto Fred's lap. He immediately opened his eyes and stared into her honey-colored ones. A lot of friends had died in the War, and Fred remembered a not-so-distant time when he thought Angelina had been one of those friends. Gently he lifted his hands to either side of her face and kissed her with all the love and relief he felt knowing she was still alive.

Angelina started at the sudden show of tenderness, but she relaxed immediately and enjoyed the feel of Fred's soft lips against her own. She sighed in contentment as his hands possessively grabbed her hips while his tongue simultaneously ravished her mouth. She threw back her head, and Fred explored her neck and throat with his tongue.

Groaning he flipped her on her back and grinded his hips against hers. Angelina gasped in surprise and wondered where this sexual god come from, and how she could keep him.

Another crack and pop brought Fred back to reality.

George and Alicia cheerily stepped into the living room, Alicia laughing loudly at some joke George made.

They stopped short when they saw the flustered couple on the couch. George laughed uproariously as he grabbed some Floo Powder from the mantle of the fireplace. "I'll tell Mum you'll be late!" He disappeared in a flash of green flames.

Alicia winked at them as well before saying, "The Burrow," and following George into the fireplace.

Fred groaned and ran his fingers through his already rumpled hair. He already knew that today would be very long. He had decided since the first day he had met Angelina in Diagon Alley, that he would take things slow with her. She was the most important woman in his life, after his sister and mother, of course. He didn't want her to be a quick, one-night shag. He wanted to marry her someday, and he knew he had to take things slow. After all,he wanted to woo her and make her fall as deeply in love with him as he was with her.

Fred sighed and moved from atop Angelina. Muttering something about brushing his teeth, he quickly walked to the bathroom to fix his crumpled clothes and splash his face with cold water.

Once again confused and frustrated, Angelina straightened her clothing. She was getting tired of Fred's antics. An idea popped in Angelina's head. She'd have to seduce him. What choice did she have? Smirking slightly, Angelina patiently waited for Fred. At 12:30, they flooed to the Burrow.

A/N: Sorry about the boring chapter. I decided to set a bit of a back story. My friend told me that Angelina and Fred were moving awfully fast, and I told her it was because they liked each other from Hogwarts days! So, I slowed down the relationship a bit. Does anyone have any suggestions for what Angelina's seduction plan should be? I have some vague ideas, but if I get suggestions, I will update sooner. Please review.