Disclaimer: Do you think if I were JKRowling I would be writing fan fic? Hell no! I would be in my mansion somewhere in England writing the seventh book! I'm not her people, and I'm making no profit from this work! Darn!

A/N: WARNING: Note that I have changed the warning from T to M! If you are underage, don't read! Please, I can't be responsible!

Fred and Angelina stepped out of the fireplace, wiping soot of their clothing.

"Fred," Mrs. Weasley enveloped her son in a hug, "George told us you would be late. How have you been? You're too skinny!" A scowl appeared on her features as she chastised him, "And you don't come to visit the Burrow enough."

Fred tried to answer his mother, but before he could open his mouth she said, "Fred, why don't you introduce me to your lady-friend!" Her scowl disappeared and a bright smile washed over her plump face.

Fred opened his mouth to speak once again, but Angelina stuck her hand out and introduced herself before he could talk, "Hi Mrs. Weasley, I'm Angelina Johnson. Do you remember me? Fred, George, Alicia and I were mates from Hogwarts."

Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, "Yes darling, I recall now, you played Quidditch with the boys and Ginny, didn't you? How have you been?" She returned Angelina's handshake enthusiastically. "It's so lovely to see Fred with such a nice young lady at last." Angelina flushed at Mrs. Weasley's praise, "Now, I need to finish lunch, so go into the living room, everyone is in there. Shoo, shoo." Mrs. Weasley finished, pushing them out of the room.

A bemused Fred escorted Angelina into the living room. As they entered George declared, "There they are." Obviously they had been the topic of conversation. Fred only wondered what his twin could have been saying about them.

Once again, Fred opened his mouth to speak, but George cut him off by introducing Angelina, "This is Fred's girlfriend." Fred scowled at George, he didn't want Angelina to be introduced as his girlfriend yet. Unwilling to correct George and risk embarrassing Angelina and himself even more, he merely glared at George. However the glower was unnoticed and introductions were continued.

"She was his best female mate from Hogwarts. That's Bill with the long hair, and the lady with the big tummy next to him is his wife Fleur. The red head on his knee is Pierre." Bill laid a hand on Fleur's stomach and kissed her cheek before she reacted to George's statement. "You know Charlie, and that's his girlfriend Cindy, she's a muggle. Beside her are Ron and Hermione, and you know them, too. And of course you couldn't have forgotten Harry, the Boy-who-Saved-the-World, and Ginny. We were the best Quidditch team Hogwarts ever saw!" George reminisced, his eyes glossing over for a second, "Next to Ginny are are Percy, Penelope , and Arthur."

Everyone murmured polite words while Angelina and Fred settled in the last available seats. Angelina looked at all the faces around the room and felt a bit overwhelmed. She realized she was the only stranger there. All the other people knew each other and were comfortable with each other. She found Fred's hand and wrapped her fingers through his.

"Angelina," Hermione asked, "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since you graduated from Hogwarts."

Angelina explained that she and her family had moved to Belize. No one else, save Cindy, had been out of Europe, so they all bombarded her with questions about North America. After fifteen minutes, Angelina had finally relaxed and begun to truly enjoy the Weasleys' company.

Charlie started to talk about the Cannon's Quidditch game he had recently seen. Soon the room was filled with conversation and laughter. Just as they George started the first verse of "Weasley is our King," Mrs. Weasley announced lunch was ready.

The family had lunch outside, since the dining room was too small to accommodate everyone. It was a beautiful day, and a gentle breeze skipped over the table. Fred pulled out a chair for Angelina, and then took the seat beside her. Silently, Angelina slipped her foot out her sandals, and ran her toes lightly up Fred's calf. Fred choked on pumpkin juice.

"Are you all right dear?" Mrs. Weasley enquired in a concerned voice.

"I'm fine, Mum…just choked on the juice."

Angelina had a look of total innocence on her face and simply raised her eyebrows at Fred's glare. She continued to stroke him as the meal went on. When Mrs. Weasley went in the kitchen for dessert, she discretely placed her hand on Fred's upper thigh. This time butterbeer snorted out of Fred's nose. The entire table shook with mirth, Angelina laughing the loudest of all. Fred cleaned the mess with a flick of his wrist and murmured something about remembering a trip to Hogsmeade.

After an enjoyable meal, everyone dispersed. Hermione and Ginny volunteered to help Mrs. Weasley clear the table, and Ron, Charlie, Harry and George went in the house to look for items they could use as balls in a game of Quidditch. Fleur went upstairs to have a nap along with her son Pierre. Everyone else went to the orchard to pick apples for Mrs. Weasley to bake a pie.

As soon as everyone was occupied, Angelina dragged Fred upstairs. "Which room was yours?" she asked mischievously. Fred led her to the childhood room that he had shared with his twin.

"Mum keeps all the rooms the same as we left them," Fred explained. The room was littered with the first prototypes of what became Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Quidditch posters still zoomed on the walls and two twin beds sat on opposite corners of the room. Angelina walked in and smiled. The room was undoubtedly Fred. As she crossed the threshold, she magically locked and silenced the room. Fred didn't notice, he was too busy viewing all his old things and he was swept away in nostalgia.

Angelina walked behind Fred and wrapped her arms around him. She whispered in his ear, "Why are you distancing yourself from me?" Fred shivered as he felt her warm breath against his ear.

He took a deep breath and replied, "What do you mean?"

Angelina pushed him on one of the beds. With a flick of her wrist and a whispered incantation, she transfigured it into something larger and more comfortable. "Well," she replied licking her lips, "we've been going out for several weeks now, and you just seem to be holding back from me," Angelina crawled unto the bed, and she moved to sit on top of Fred's torso, with her legs on either side of his hips. "I know you want me, and I want you too. Why don't we just..." She trailed off and lowered her head to capture his lips.

Fred was enamored. His nobler instincts, the ones that directed him to take things slow with Angelina, were dying as he felt her soft warm luscious body pressed next to his own. Fred responded to her kiss; he had no choice. He allowed her to push her tongue into his mouth and taste him. He yielded as she nibbled tiny kisses along his jaw and down his neckline. He was frozen when her nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his body. His brain was screaming for him to stop, but his body overrode any logical thought. His hands moved of their own accord and roamed her beautiful body, he loved her curves.

Angelina ran her tongue down his chest and took one of his small pebbled male nipples into her mouth. She smiled in satisfaction when she heard his hiss out his pleasure. Angelina brought her mouth even lower. She trailed kisses on each of his ribs and had reached his navel when he captured her roaming hands and dragged him and her upright.

"We have to stop now," Fred demanded.

"Why?" Angelina cried, disappointed.

"No, just listen to me, let's go outside."

"No, why won't you make love to me. Why are you doing this again? You want me, I can feel it!" Angelina grinded her hip against Fred's and was instantly rewarded with the hardening of his member. She felt the heat gather through her clothing and his.

Fred put his hands on Angelina's shoulders, and spun her around to face the window.

Angelina's angry frown instantly faded as she saw Harry, Charlie, Alicia, and George grinning like idiots from their brooms outside the window. The quartet was shaking with laughter, and Charlie and George gave their brother thumbs up before flying away.

"That's why."

"Oh."

Angelina ran out the room and looked herself in the bathroom. A violent blush marred her cheeks, and she put her head and her hands and started to cry.

A/N: I had wanted to add a nice smutty scene right here…but, I just don't feel that Fred and Angelina are ready to take the next step quite yet. The worse place to shag is at your parents' house, with all your brothers and sisters around! Please leave a review. I think I will draw this story out only a chapter or two more. Big thanks to all my reviewers! Especially wayweird.

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