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October 4

Divination

There's an upcoming Hogsmeade visitation this weekend. I decided to go, despite the massive amounts of homework I'll probably receive. Despite this, I'm doing quite well with my schoolwork. Just yesterday, Mcgonagall mentioned that I was performing "exceptionally well." We all know how rare this is for her to give praise to someone so I was shocked, as well as honored.

Fred and I haven't discussed what happened at dinner or the Loo Stalker. But things have shifted, I can tell. We don't joke around as much and we don't spend as much time as we used to in between and after classes. He doesn't kiss me that often, either. And when he does, it's questioning; hesitant and slightly scared of my reaction.

I don't know how to fix this one. I wish I could just talk it out with him but I have a bad feeling that small talk won't make it go away. If only he would have just told me the entire truth, then none of this would be happening. I don't especially favor people keeping secrets from me. It's even worse when it's your own boyfriend and best friend. That's a double-edged sword, I tell you.

The girls have taken note of sour my mood as well. They want to know what's going on between Fred and myself but I don't have the energy to explain. Somehow, if I vocalize what went wrong and what I'm feeling, I think it'll make everything sound so childish and another case of my highly overactive anxiety complex.

I couldn't sleep last night, so I wandered down to the common room. I thought it was going to be deserted but to my surprise, Fred was sitting on the couch in front of the fire. He was wearing a pair of plaid, flannel pants and a plain white T-shirt. His elbows were resting on his knees and his face was cupped in his hands.

I paused by the stairs, studying his actions and then drifted to where he was situated. Wordlessly, I sat down next to him and gingerly put my head on his shoulder. I really missed rendezvous like this, when we'd stay up late and talk about everything…and nothing at all in front of the roaring fire. In actuality, it had only been a few days but it gave the illusion of a century, since we'd done this.

It took him a moment to fully recognize that it was me. When he did, he threw me a tiny yet grateful smile and leaned back into the couch. He let his hands fall from his face and around my waist.

"I miss this," I whispered, my eyes straight ahead.

He sighed.

"I've royally screwed up," he quietly admitted back.

I let my lips brush his cheek and then rest next to his ear before I spoke again.

"No, you haven't. But could you just tell me what went on between you and that girl? I know there's more to the story than what you told me at dinner. I don't know why you won't tell me. Whatever it is can't be that bad," I confidently urged.

He bit his lip and let his eyes rest on my face for a moment, then went back to gazing ahead.

"I'll tell you, I promise. But just not tonight. Can we please just not talk about it tonight? Now…it's just you and me. Tomorrow…then I'll open Pandora's Box," he hoarsely offered.

My eyes widened and I nodded.

Whatever Fred had to tell me must be worse than I'd imagined….

"Good idea."

He kissed the top of my head and then my forehead. We sat in silence the rest of the time, until we grew sleepy and dragged ourselves back to bed. And now today is tomorrow and Fred still hasn't revealed anything. I don't want to force him or pester him, so I'll let him make his move whenever he's ready.

In the mean time….I definitely have to commence a good question and advice discussion with the girls. Who knew having a boyfriend could be so much work? Merlin, they should come with a handbook.

October 5

Common Room

I just can't believe it. Honestly, it was like trying to predict an oncoming train wreck. After classes today, Fred immediately found me. I guess he'd been working up the nerve to tell me whatever secret he had been hiding from me. I wasn't too worried for some reason, though I somehow believed I should have been.

We went up to the Astronomy Tower, mainly because Fred insisted that there wouldn't be anyone around. Have you ever noticed that whenever something monumental is going to happen, whether that be a good snog or…dare I say, a highly explosive break-up, blokes think it's a smashing idea to run up to the Astronomy Tower? Despite the fact that it's small, cold and reeks slightly of rotten eggs, everyone seems to believe that it's the most romantic spot in the entire castle. However, it does have its advantages.

I would have marveled at how unrealistically large and luminescent the stars and moon appeared but I was too focused on the brewing situation. He held my hand laxly, his eyes brewing with distress, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. And that's when I began to get scared.

We finally stopped and Fred took a deep breath, his eyes boring into mine and I felt my heart flutter with something other than affection.

"Angie, I've been wanting to tell you this for quite sometime, before you heard the wrong information from someone else."

He let go of my hand and I watched it flop to my side like a rag doll. This certainly wasn't the beginning of some declaration of love. Instead, it sounded like the opening of some impending doom.

"Yes?" I hesitantly asked.

And I didn't want to know what he had to say but I knew I couldn't run away.

"I-…you know when we got into that fight, awhile back? When we weren't speaking for a bit? I…one night I crept down to the kitchens and drank quite a bit of alcoholic butter beer. I guess Hayden had been following me, because the next thing I knew, we were….kissing."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he bit his lip and took a deep breath, preparing himself for my violent reaction.

I felt my entire world come to a tumbling and fiery halt. I don't have the care to ask who Hayden is but by my clever guessing, it's the one and only, "Loo Stalker." My mouth hung open and I could practically hear my heart shatter to a million jagged fragments.

Memories of stolen kisses and his enigmatic smile flashed through my mind like lightening, as I pathetically attempted to will myself not to burst out into tears. Angelina Johnson never showed weakness. Angelina Johnson never cried in front of anyone, even Fred Weasley.

But Angelina Johnson had never gotten her heart ripped out of her chest and beaten to an ensanguined pulp. Angelina Johnson had never felt all the oxygen in her lungs dramatically vanish in a matter of minutes, all because the only guy that had the ability to make her happy was only causing her pain.

I blinked, coming back to reality and he gingerly put his hand on my shoulder.

"Angelina, I-"

Surprisingly, I glared at him and then delivered a mighty slap to his right cheek. Fred's eyes widened and he tenderly nursed his bright red cheek with his right hand.

"Just-stay away from me!" I bitterly snapped.

His face fell through the floor.

"Please, Angelina, it didn't mean anything. If I could, I'd take it back in a heart beat," he fiercely defended.

I shook my head, blinking back tears, my hands shaking by my sides. How could he do this to me? I mean, after everything he's said to me, all the lamentations about how he couldn't bear to be without me? And now he'd gone and jeopardized our relationship without a second thought?

"Well, it's a little too late for that, isn't it?"

His lips curled into a grim frown, his hands, dangling by his sides, tightened into fists. I couldn't think. I couldn't think about anything but the fact that Fred had kissed the very same girl that basically had admitted that she would do anything to ruin my relationship. I wasn't able to stop the horrid images of Fred's lips hungrily pressed against this stranger of a girl, his hands wrapped in her hair, a victorious grin tugging at her heavily glossed mouth.

I felt betrayed, I felt used and I felt disappointed. Maybe I had been expecting too much. Maybe I had been hoping that Fred would change for the best. But this incident proved that you couldn't teach an old, stubborn dog new tricks.

"Angel, I'm sorry. I really am," he sincerely apologized.

"Fred," I wearily began, shaking my head.

But before I could complete my sentence, he had whisked me into his arms and had planted me with a greedy kiss. I felt my heart do the death-defying gymnastics that it always commences and my mind go into a blissful haze, as though I were slipping under a rough current. Our lips moved in their familiar, established rhythm and as his fingers grazed my waist, I almost forget why we had even started arguing.

That is, almost. But not completely. I opened my eyes in shock and forcefully pushed him away, my lips stinging in response. He gaped at me, a mixture of hurt and shock crossing his features.

"Look, Fred, a kiss can't change the facts. You cheated on me. And as much as I'd like to say I'm willing to turn the other cheek, I can't put it past me. At least, not yet."

He sighed.

"Then what are you saying?" he anxiously demanded.

I fiddled with a loose thread on my robes.

"I'm saying that I need sometime to think about this. And maybe, we need a little break," I evenly proposed.

I didn't exactly want to take a break, but I really needed some time to think things over. My emotions and my thoughts were on two separate trains, rapidly speeding towards each other without any intention to stop. I was so jumbled together, I felt like a puzzle carelessly thrown to the floor.

He glared at me though I could tell he was more upset than angry.

"Fine. But I'm really sorry, and you know I am. It was an idiotic mistake, nothing more than that. I really don't know what there is to think about," he bitterly insisted.

I rubbed my temples.

"Fred, it's not that simple, at least for me."

He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"When you're ready, just know that I'll be there."

And with that, he sharply turned on his heel and left. If he had stayed any longer, he would have witnessed me in a fury of tears. So now I'm sitting in the common room and it's a little past midnight. I'm reminded of all the times Fred and I would sneak out of our dorms and meet down here then pass time in front of the fire. He hasn't come down and I'm positive he won't.

My hand is going a bit numb, from gripping the quill so hard. The ink keeps getting horribly smudged, due to the fact my tears are mixing up all the letters. This hurts right down to the center of my soul. I miss him already and it's not even been five hours since we last spoke.

I wish that things were easy. I wish I could just file the incident in the back of my mind and forget about his confession but it just won't disappear. It's haunting me…

I can't help but think I've just made the dumbest choice of my entire life. But I never said that I wanted a total separation. Merlin knows that I love him to pieces, but….

Ugh. I'm such an idiot. The biggest moron in the whole of England.

Note to self: Owl Madam St. Evelyn's Academy For Aspiring Nuns and see if it's too late to transfer.