Disclaimer: Okay….do I really have to do this at the beginning of every chapter? I'm not J.K. Rowling, so stop assuming that I am! She and I have nothing in common at all…I'm just playing dress-up with the characters she made!

A/N: I had wanted to complete this story this chapter, but some avid readers have requested that I carry it out for 3 or 4 more chapters. Updates will be really slow, because school had begun again, and I'm up to my neck in work. A-level preparation sucks! Enjoy though, I had fun writing it, and I love getting reviews!

Sitting on the sadly commode, Angelina contemplated Apparating from the Burrow to her flat. While she was still weighing the pros and cons of her options, a soft rap came from the door.

"Angel," Fred called, "I know you're thinking of leaving. Don't. Umm, I'm sure the blokes and Alicia don't mean anything by it. We need to talk, and I'd rather not do it with a door between us."

With a sigh, Angelina lifted her wand and opened the door with a soft Alohomora. Fred came inside, and he locked the door behind him. He looked at the dried tears on Angelina's face. He didn't say a word, just opened his arms. Like a piece of iron drawn instinctively to a magnet, Angelina came to him. She buried her face into his neck and inhaled his scent deeply, content to just stand there. Fred kissed the top of her head. He stroked her back and silently offered her comfort.

After several minutes of silence, Fred pulled back slightly so that he could look into Angelina's eyes. He continued to hold her, though as he asked, "Angel, are you ready now to tell me what the problem is?"

Angelina avoided his eyes, and nervously bit her bottom lip, "Like I said before, I love you so much, and I just want to SHOW you how much I care. Is that a crime?" Angelina's voice started at a whisper, but got progressively louder, "You can't just tease me with little kisses and touches; I'm a red blooded woman, not some inexperienced virgin! Do you know what a torture it is to end our nights in kisses when I want so much more?"

"Ange-"

"Oh, no, you want to know what's the problem, I'm telling you," Angelina huffed, "It's like you're poking an ants' nest…you break down the barriers, and all the ants come out, searching for something to bite. Only when they get there, there is nothing to bite, so they scramble around. I don't want to scramble!" Angelina finished loudly.

Fred looked shocked. He had no idea the depth of her feelings. Moreover, he was a little confused about the ants' nest analogy.

"Angelina…I've not been trying to, ummm, . . . make your ants scramble. I – I just care for you more than I have cared for any other girl, er, woman, and I don't want to mess up our relationship, by- by rushing the physical side of our relationship," Fred stammered. He took a step forward and hugged Angelina reassuringly, kissing the top of her head and she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Well…I, I just wondered if you thought I was attractive. Remember I was your friend at Hogwarts! I heard about your adventures in the broom closets," Fred had the good grace to flush as Angelina took a step back and looked into his eyes. Making herself totally vulnerable, she expressed her deepest misgiving, "So, it's not me then?"

"Oh, Merlin, no!"

"Okay," Angelina muttered into Fred's chest as she snuggled into his arms again.

Fred kissed her on the top of her head. Lowering his mouth, he rained kisses on her forehead, eyes, and cheeks. His mouth found its way to her ear, and he nibbled on her ear lobe before he gently kissed and sucked and bit her neck. His kisses were becoming more intense, but he did not want to move forward too quickly after their misunderstanding.

Reprimanding himself for pushing her, he controlled his desire to continue. He gently whispered in her ear, "Angel, I love you…you are magnificent, beautiful, you are everything I dreamt my perfect girl would ever be and more. I want you in my life forever; I need you in my life forever! I want you so bad it hurts!"

Angelina saw the need and controlled desire in Fred's eyes and couldn't hold her own back any longer.

She gently leaned forward and kissed him softly, teasingly. He responded by passionately kissing until she backed off slightly. Fred felt Angelina's hot breath trailing along his neck as she traced the shape of his collarbone with her tongue. Angelina started kissing Fred's neck and slowly went back up to find his lips. Fred, unable to control himself any longer, slowly slid his hands up her blouse, while trailing soft kisses from her throat to her breasts.

He unbuttoned the top of her shirt before resuming caressing her breasts. Moving her bra aside, he covered each nipple with his mouth in turn, and sucked slowly, eliciting a low moan from her. He moved his hands up hands up and softly traced the outsides of her nipples until they turned to little nubs.

"You taste so sweet…you smell like a summer day," he whispered as Angelina moaned and leaned back against the sink.

He stopped only once as he heard five sweet words Angelina had for him, "Make love to me, Fred."

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