Disclaimer: I'm seventeen, I'm still in school, I daydream way too much, I'm a hardcore geek and I'm obsessed with Robert Pattison and Rupert Grint. Need I say more?

Same Day

Around 10 PM

After class, I met up with Fred in the common room. I was actually going to go find George and bug him about the rumor in the loo. But Fred found me before I could find his twin. It was about six-o clock. We had about an hour to kill until dinner, so I went for a walk with him outside. I noticed that he didn't seem his usual self.

He wasn't in the mood for joking around; the grin on his face transformed into a pensive half-smile that sent my thoughts into millions of self-worries. He was unusually quiet and I got worried that Alicia had gone and told him about our conversation. It was the only explanation I could think of. He was holding my hand, but very loosely, as though it was merely a tool to help him from being distracted.

You could tell summer was fading away but not without a proper fight; the skyline was a fiery orange mixed with red and it gave the illusion that all the trees were ablaze, the spindly branches sweeping across the vibrant canvas. There were no clouds in the sky and it seemed to go on forever; endless and without any thought of stopping, like miles and miles of an open road in a lonely highway. It was neither cold nor warm; a pleasant median of temperature.

And suddenly I felt very apprehensive and I didn't know why.

"Fred, anything the matter?" I wondered, hoping I didn't sound too demanding.

He was silent for a moment, and then shyly peered up at me through that shaggy hair of his. God, every time he does that, it just about kills me.

"Not really. Well, all right, maybe there's something that's been bugging me," he admitted.

"Spill."

He let out a huge exhale.

"You're not having regrets about going out with me, are you?" he questioned, dreading an affirmative answer.

I was surprised, I really was. I was so surprised, that I even stopped walking. All along I had been the one thinking that HE was the one regretting getting together, when he was thinking the exact opposite.

"Of course not! Why would you think that?"

He shook his head, a little embarrassed about bring it up.

"Well, Alicia told me about what that stupid girl said in the loo."

My eyebrows shot up. ALICIA had been his source of information? How in the world had that happened? I was a little upset. Did she tell him EVERYTHING? Was he mad at me for keeping it from him? What in the world was she thinking?

"ALICIA told you? What did she say?" I wondered.

Fred threw me an easygoing grin.

"Don't have a heart attack. I'm actually glad she told me, cause knowing you, you wouldn't have said anything. She just told me that some girl I used to date came up to you in the bathroom and told you all this bullshit, about how I sleep around and I can't keep a promise and what not."

I felt a little better, knowing that Alicia hadn't told him about my doubts.

"Is that all she said?"

He shrugged.

"Basically. She just said that you were a little upset by the comments of whoever that stupid girl was."

I looked down at my feet.

"Er, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I just didn't want you to think I was having doubts about…us."

Did he think I was being entirely paranoid? I gazed back up at him. He offered me a warm smile and I knew he wasn't upset or frustrated by my words. I felt relieved.

"Hey, I can understand. I admit, I don't have the cleanest reputation when it comes to relationships," he verified.

He wasn't embarrassed or angered by this fact, his tone calm and relaxed. I guess he had come to terms with his past mistakes. I wanted him to sweep me up into his arms and tell me everything would be all right, but it would be a lie. Love rarely ran a smooth course and I'd be surprised if Fred and I made it through the year without any problems.

But I didn't mind.

"I know."

We were silent for a moment, lost in each other's gaze, when I was suddenly reminded of something else that the girl had said.

"Let's just say, Fred Weasley is definitely no virgin."

I was dying to ask him, but I didn't want to be nosey. I also didn't want to sound rude or annoyingly suspicious. I mean, it was his personal business and if he wanted to tell me then when the right time came, he would. I couldn't force him if he didn't want to. But then again, he was my boyfriend so didn't I have a right to know those lips of his had been?

"There's something on your mind, I can tell," Fred insisted, wryly smirking at me.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing escaped. I snapped it shut and started walking once more. He gazed at me with confusion and followed along, his long legs smoothly and briskly slowing down to keep in sync with my shorter ones. I really need to learn how to be more assertive.

"You wouldn't go back to any of them, would you?"

It was a random question, but it also had been on my mind. It certainly hadn't been the train of thought I'd jumped aboard seconds before, but I figured it was the next best thing to confide in.

He immediately shook his head and looked at me if I were crazy.

"What kind of question is that?" he wearily proclaimed.

I frowned at him.

"Look, I've seen all the other girls you used to date. They were practically perfect. They could make Aphrodite look like a complete hag. And then you're with me and I sometimes catch myself thinking, what's a guy like you doing with someone so plain and ordinary like me?"

He stopped in his tracks and I copied him. I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt his grip cease and he cupped my face with both of his hands. I was forced to meet his gaze and I let my expression go blank. What was my problem? I couldn't leave a good thing alone.

Something always had to be wrong; perfect was never a state I could deal with. There was always a flaw; I was always looking for a flaw. It was my downfall.

"Angel, you're gorgeous. I mean it, ok? You're beautiful inside and out. I don't know how you can't see it. I'm beyond lucky to have someone like you; someone like me with such a shitty reputation. I should be the one wondering why you're with me."

I let my lips curl into a smile. He always knew the right thing to say at the right time. It really was one of his gifts. He could charm the pants off just about anyone.

"What am I doing with you, Fred Weasley?" I softly teased.

He looked at me for a moment, relief washing over his features and then let out a chuckle. His hands fell to his sides and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

"I don't know, Miss Johnson. Would you care to tell me?" he whispered, his lips close to my ear.

I threw him a wicked smirk, casually toying with locks of his hair.

"I'm not quite sure, Mr. Weasley, but I'm pretty sure I'm going to have fun finding out."

He laughed at his and captured my lips in a long kiss.

He's such a good kisser, I almost forgot about that little sentence buzzing in my ear.

Almost, that is.

"So, keeper tryouts are tomorrow," I began, once we broke away.

I was eager to get my mind off the subject of rumors and past relationships. He was eager to do the same.

"And so the drama begins. Have any idea on who's going to show up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged. We had started walking once more, his arm draped possessively around my waist, his fingers gently curling around my hip. Why couldn't I leave things just as they were, just like this moment? Maybe I was too pessimistic for my own good. I nuzzled his neck, then lightly rested my head on his shoulder. See, this is how a couple should be. Strolling around the grounds, can't keep their hands off each other, silly in love.

They shouldn't be arguing over the past relationships, namely because the girl doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut and doesn't have the guts to confront her freaking boyfriend about some rumor she heard in the bloody BATHROOM, for Pete's sake.

It's like I wanted to stir up some trouble, or something.

"I have no clue. Hey, didn't you say Ron was going to try out?"

He nodded, his eyes straight ahead.

"Yeah, last time I checked. I dunno if he's going to go through with it. I guess he thinks he won't be able to live up to Wood, though I don't think anyone can. But Ronninekins isn't that bad. He's been practicing for quite a few summers, nothing really intense though."

"Hmm, you don't say?"

"Yeah, he's not anything spectacular, to tell you the truth. But he's getting there. If you give him enough time and enough training, I'm sure he could be amazing," he added.

"I guess I'll find out for myself, tomorrow," I replied.

We walked around for a bit more, discussing new offensive and defensive strategies for the upcoming season. We never mentioned anything about the girl in the loo though her comment still heavily lingered on my mind. At dinner, Alicia confronted me about the whole telling Fred thing and I told her I wasn't mad. She looked relieved.

After dinner, the twins and Lee started having first years test out their wacky practical joke items in the common room. Fred tried to make me volunteer, but I know better. Accepting food from a Weasley Twin is like willingly signing yourself up for suicide. The last time I took food from Fred, my skin turned a nasty shade of barf green. Ever since then, I've learned my lesson. Katie and I went off to the library to start this monstrous essay that Snape had assigned. Alicia was off sending her Mum a letter.

Tomorrow's Keeper tryouts and I must say, I'm a little nervous. I do hope some decent players come down. I definitely would like to win the House Cup this year. I'm also ashamed to say that I'm still thinking about what the girl in the loo said. I mean, if Fred's experienced, then I'm really in a pickle, aren't I?

I mean, the farthest I've gone is when Gavin Degroth, way back in fourth year, practically mauled my chest. A week later, I dumped him. I mean, who really wants a boyfriend that molests their chest?

Anyway, I mean, I'm not a total leper to the dating scene. I've only had a few boyfriends but they were serious relationships. But I've just haven't been into that whole "let's see how far we can go" thing. I'm more concerned with building the relationship and actually having something to talk about.

…What is the matter with me!

I must be the least experienced girl in all of our year. I must be like, the Virgin Mary of the seventh year class. I bet a bunch of Nuns from a local convent will be OWLing my dorm sometime soon.

This is so mind-boggling. I mean, what if he expects something? No, he wouldn't. Fred's not like that. But still, I can't help but feel like a total dweeb.

Would it be a total crime to say that I definitely wouldn't mind stealing a few of those bases with Fred? Did that just make me sound like a total loser? It's so complicated having a Sex God for a boyfriend. Erlack. What in God's name am I saying? I think I need to get some sleep.

September 5 Common Room
So, today was quite another adventure in the life and times of Angelina Johnson, Quidditch Captain and Girlfriend of Sex God, Fred Weasley. Bloody Potter landed himself in detention for today and unfortunately, was not present at the tryouts. I yelled at him earlier in the day but I was just so frustrated, I couldn't stop myself. I apologized to him later on and he looked pretty relieved.

Today began with breakfast, in the Great Hall, as usual. Unfortunately, due to the fact I had stayed up the night before, writing in this blasted journal and thinking of brand new Quidditch strategies, I ended up oversleeping. I only had three minutes to eat something, so Fred, being the thoughtful bloke that he is, managed to grab a handful of food for me later snackage. Lee, Alicia, George and I all had advanced transfiguration first thing. Katie had Muggle Studies, so Lee kissed her goodbye and joined the rest of us.

It was boring as usual and I ended up day dreaming a bit. Fred actually fell asleep. He would have slept the entire class, if McG hadn't waltzed over and started banging his desk with her pointer stick.

Classes flew by and quite frankly, I can't tell you a single thing we learned. This is horrible, seeing as how NEWTS are this year and I should be paying attention to the extreme. DADA was the worst lesson, though.

That toad Umbridge is making us read the entire book over again and take notes. She won't let us do any hands-on spells or activities. Everyone hates her. I nearly got a detention today, because Fred drew this really amusing picture of her. It was her body, with that ridiculous pink cardigan and her short, stubby arms. But her head was replaced with a frog.

Umbridge started to come over and see what the fuss was about. But due to some quick thinking. Fred crumpled it up and tossed it out the window behind us. I think it hit a bird because a moment later, when Umbridge WASN'T breathing down my neck, I turned around to see where the paper had landed.

I then witnessed a very small pigeon lying on its side, the note on top of its stomach. But oh well. Pretty soon, lunch rolled around. George and Alicia got into an argument over something stupid, and then ended up snogging in reconciliation.

I went off to Divination with Alicia and the twins went off to Muggle Studies. That girl from the loo happened to walk by and I pointed this out to Fred. He narrowed his eyes and then slyly grinning, swept me into his arms and kissed me.

I nearly swooned, I tell you. The girl clearly saw but tried not to look like it bothered her. Fred laughed at her and then gave me a genuine kiss goodbye. Bring on the weak knees!

It's crazy how much I love him. I really do.

Anyway, classes FINALLY were over in the late afternoon. Katie, Alicia, George, Fred and I all rushed to our dormitories to get changed for Keeper tryouts. You wouldn't believe some of the people that showed up. Colin Creevy attempted to win a spot on the team and I'm not at all sorry to say that he failed with flying colors.

I basically had them do a few drills with the team, making mental notes on their ability and what needed work. Vicky Frobisher and Geoffrey Hooper also tried out. They were the best out there but I decided to go with Ron. The only reason why I didn't go with them is because Vicky's already involved in too many other clubs and Geoffrey is bloody annoying. He complains about everything. He even started complaining about the color of the Quidditch robes.

Though Ron wasn't fabulous, he had the best attitude and I could tell he was giving 100 of his effort. He had the true desire to make the team, while everyone else gave off the impression they were only there because they needed something to do.

I waited for Fred to come out of the locker room and his hair was still wet and everything and he just SCREAMED "I'm a Sex God and I know you're looking at me, so feel free to tell me how hot I am." I then remembered Miss "I Spend Time In The Loo To Gossip" Girl and her statement of, "Fred Weasley is no virgin."

And then just when I thought I was about to go mad with all these thoughts, Fred shook his head like a dog and sprayed water all over me. I tried to tackle him, but he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He ran across the field and chucked me into the lake, laughing his head off. Alicia and George ran over too, clearly amused in my hour of pain.

I started yelling hex threats at Fred but the three of them were too busy heckling with laughter. What was that, the second time I've been thrown into the lake and nearly eaten by a monstrous squid?

Alicia stopped laughing and gasped, when she saw a tremendous tentacle slap the water in fury about 45 yards behind me.

Then everyone remembered that the Giant Squid was on the warpath and the twins scrambled to get me out.

You see what I have to put up with?

I talked to Harry and hopefully he can train Ron. Since tomorrow is Saturday, I decided to schedule a practice session at 2-o clock. Since Harry wasn't there at tryouts, I need to see how the ENTIRE team will function with Ron.

Before we all headed into bed, Katie came bursting into our dorm room. Fortunately, Christina wasn't there. I think she was off with her boyfriend. Anyway, Katie looked like she was on the verge of tears. Her face was red as a tomato and her hair was flying all over the place, coming out of her ponytail.

"What's wrong?" I quickly questioned.

She flopped backside down onto Christina's empty bed, her face contorted into anguish.

"Lee and I had a fight!" she moaned, in utter despair.

Alicia came out of the bathroom, looking rather concerned and worried. Well, looking as concerned and worried as one can, when they're wearing an avocado face mask.

"Kates, what's wrong?"

Katie let a few tears roll down her cheek.

"Oh, it's all my fault! Lee got really mad at me today, because I didn't want to talk a walk with him outside. But I just had so much bloody homework! And then, he came into the library to have a chat and it just was awful!" she blubbered.

I had never seen Katie so upset before, especially over Lee.

"What happened?" Alicia demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Ryan Emmerson was massaging my shoulders because they really were killing me but Lee thought we were up to something and now he won't talk to me and everything's just a mess and I don't know what to do!" she wailed, covering her face with her hands.

Alicia and I winced. This was terrible. Ryan Emmerson had actually been Katie's next door neighbor up until fifth year, when his father got transferred and he moved to Cambridge. The two had practically grown up together; so they were relatively close.

Ryan wasn't that bad looking either. He's now a seventh year in Ravenclaw. He kind of has that whole surfer thing going on, if people actually surfed in England.

It was easy to see why Lee would jump to conclusion about Katie and Ryan.

"Well, have you tried to talk to him?" I warily asked.

Katie threw her hands from her face and clenched them together. She quickly sat up and leaned against the headboard, drawing her knees to her chest.

"I have! But he won't listen. He said that he knew Ryan had a crush on me ever since first year and he'd have to be bloody stupid to believe nothing was going on."

"Give him a day to cool down. You know how boys are. They get jealous over nothing. Then try talking to him again. If it doesn't work, I'll have George get the inside scoop," Alicia soothingly vowed, throwing her a sympathetic smile.

Katie sniffled, her eyes still watery.

"Lee only got mad because he cares about you. I'm sure he'll realize what a dolt he was," I cheerfully predicted, patting her on the arm.

Katie sighed, gazing at the both of us.

"I really hope you're right."

Same Day

12:02 AM

I just woke up with a horrible realization. If a couple like Katie and Lee can't make it through the year without a major fight, the rest of us are doomed.