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November 23

DADA

Umbridge seems quite pleased with her choice. Stupid cow. I hope she chokes on all the fuzz from her stupid pink sweaters. Everything's so strained between Fred and me. It's certainly lost that quality of playful teasing we've always carried. It's polite, the kind of polite you use when you're meeting one of your parent's old friends that you think is totally weird, but you don't want to be mean.

I feel bad for getting all wimpy and crying in front of him. Ok, yes, I'm a girl and I happen to love typical "girly" things such as sparkly nail polish and shopping, just as much as the next female. But I hate crying….especially in front of someone like Fred. Ugh.

On another note, when I went down to breakfast, I sat down and on my plate was a pair of fresh daisies. There was a note attached to it, that said:

Sorry for being an ass.

Sorry for being unable to control my temper.

Sorry for everything.

Hugs and many kisses,

Fred

Well. I guess I can't stay mad at him forever, right?

November 25

Common Room

Hi, my name is Angelina Johnson and I so do not appreciate my extremely dashing, handsome, funny, witty and sensitive boyfriend named Fred Weasley. I-

November 26

Great Hall

Excuse that gibberish above. Fred caught me writing in my journal and decided to steal my quill and hence write idiotic nonsense. I tell you, he walks the fine line between annoying and just plain wanker. So, searching for a couple of new beaters and a seeker isn't going that great. Just about everyone the girls and I think would be a good investment, either turn out to totally prove us wrong or they don't have the time.

Alice Wimbledon, a 6th year, was a possibility but she claimed she was too "bogged down" with homework. Katie recommended her, because they have Ancient Runes together.

I guess from word of mouth, Kates heard that Alice would supposedly make a decent seeker. Unfortunately, Alice went ahead and declined my proposition before I could even say three sentences. Wants to get into some fancy pants university or something and claims that she doesn't have time for Quidditich.

How can you not have time for Quidditich? That's awful. Anyway, I've long forgiven Fred. I mean, let's face it. You can never stay too mad at a Weasley Twin for more than five minutes. Thirty minutes tops. He was quite satisfied when I went up to him and told him that he'd been pardoned from my wrath. Haha.

However, this hasn't allowed me to forgive and forget that little ferret, otherwise known as Draco Malfoy. Fred and I take extreme pleasure in giving Malfoy the dirtiest looks; any time we come across him in the halls. Actually, just yesterday, Fred "accidentally" tripped him as we walked to Transfiguration.

The entire hallway erupted into laughter. It was trés classic, if I may say. On another note, Alicia has just wandered down to breakfast, with the biggest hickey on her neck. It's like the size of the Soviet Union.

I'm surprised one of the professors didn't come charging after her, demanding she be sent to quarantine, due to the fact they had mistaken the enormous blotch for some kind of hideous infection. Haha, the boys are so dumb. Fred and Lee saw the map of China on Alicia's neck and immediately started sniggering. Then they turned to George and gave him a high-five.

Alicia started blushing like mad and now her face looks like a sunburned baby's bottom. Haha, oh brother.

"Oy, Leesh. What happened to you?" Lee snickers.

Alicia promptly throws him the finger and returns to mutilating her blueberry muffin and scrambled eggs. Oh, how I adore mornings with the boys.

November 28

DADA

Umbridge is making everyone read this 500-page packet and then answer a bunch of questions. And whatever we don't finish, we have to complete for homework, along with some stupid essay. Ugh. I honestly hate the woman. Or shall I say toad.

Fred's not doing anything, as usual. He keeps trying to convince me to ask for a pass to the bathroom and then go blow off class with him. I told him that I intend on graduating this year, despite the fact Umbridge will do anything in her power to hold all of us back about five more years.

I think he could care less, but he's given up hope of arguing. I really wish he'd take school more seriously. I mean, I know he's smart. He's always been able to get excellent marks in Potions, without even studying.

However much Snape hates the twins, he never fails to award them with a decent grade. It's just that Fred hates putting all the effort into it. It's not that he's lazy, it's more so a matter of caring and motivation. Fred's already got his future planned out and I suppose he thinks that school won't benefit anything. Ugh, it's so frustrating. I have the definite feeling that he's either going to fail miserably or succeed greatly. It's not a middle-ground situation.

December 1

Dorms

December 1st and we still haven't found a bloody seeker or two beaters. I'm getting quite distressed. Fred actually thinks it's very amusing to laugh at my post-adolescent break down, however, he didn't find it that funny when I refused to kiss him this morning! Tehe. What can I say? I know how to use my powers of persuasion.

Fred and I had a long talk today, after dinner. I'm beginning to suspect that he's dead serious about ditching Hogwarts and just dropping out of school. Deep down inside, I know that if he decides to go there's nothing I can possibly do to make him stay. In fact, I wouldn't want to have him stay, just because I asked him. I couldn't bear to keep him here if he didn't want to, incarcerated like some kind of caged bird.

But I seriously am beyond head over heels for him. I mean, I can't imagine how I'd handle it, if he left. I…I'd just be lost without him. It's hard to imagine my life without Fred being a part of it.

Anyway, it was just the two of us in the common room. It was heading towards twelve thirty and the last of the Gryffindors had headed to bed. Both of us lacked fatigue, so we decided to keep talking until one of us fell asleep.

He was sitting on the oversized chair near the fire and I had seated myself on his lap. He'd wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder, his eyes dancing with the orange flames.

"You know, I have to admit. If it weren't for you, I think I would have got out of here after bloody Umbridge banned me from Quidditch," Fred confessed.

I could only smile, half-worried, half-amused.

"You really want to leave that badly?"

I knew that he smirked at that obvious statement. I didn't even have to turn around and look.

"It's not that I want to leave, Angel. It's just…I don't know. There's nothing here for me, anymore. Besides you, that is. Let's face it. I have terrible grades. If I decided to apply to a university, I'd been rejected from every single one. I don't plan on taking some job in the Ministry of Magic. Too many bloody back stabbing leeches. Besides, politics isn't my style."

"I love Quidditich…but I'm not nearly a good of a player as you or say, Wood. I know what I wanna do with my life and that doesn't involve learning about some useless wizard battle in 1862 or attempting to turn a spoon into a ball of yarn."

I laughed and kissed his jawbone.

"You're a good player! You're probably one of the best beaters that the school's ever had. George too. And all right, so you don't have the best grades. But you're not an idiot. I mean, you could get even better grades than I do, if you just put a little effort into your work. Besides…you know me. I don't date just anyone. And you, Fred Weasley, aren't just another face in the crowd," I sincerely rationalized.

Fred chuckled, the crackling of the flames filling the pause.

"Well thanks Angel, I'm honored. Funny isn't? To think that just about last year, if someone had said that you and I would end up together, you probably would have laughed?"

His eyes twinkled as I turned my head to catch his gaze.

"You so fancied me. Admit it! It was rather cute, actually. There I was, thinking I was some sort of stud, because I was dating any girl that so much as looked my way. And all the while, my best mate has this blazing school girl crush on me."

I blushed, feeling slightly embarrassed. I lightly shoved his shoulder and he laughed even harder.

"Excuse me, but it wasn't just a school girl crush. You make me sound like Parvati Patil! You know, you really are lucky that I'm your girlfriend. Anyone else wouldn't have the tolerance to put up with your nonsense," I zealously defended.

"I'm just teasing you. Look, I don't mean to get all mushy on you, but right now, you're the only good thing in my life. Just when I've talked myself senseless into believing everything's gone down the can, there you are. Telling me that it's ok. You're amazing…"

My heart caught in my throat at that comment, I have to tell you. God, Fred can act like a five-year-old sometimes, the next minute, he could give Nicholas Sparks a run for his money!

Our lips met in a hungry kiss and demolished all thoughts of Fred riding off into the sunset, leaving Hogwarts without me. I shifted around, so my legs dangled over the side of his lap. He looked at me and I gazed down at him, both of us knowing that his wanderlust could not be solved by all my begging and pleading.

"Fred…don't leave me," I raggedly whispered.

My eyelids rapidly fluttered as my mouth inched away from his, lightly brushing across his cheek.

"I won't…I won't, Angel…I love you…"

Once our lips connected once more, I couldn't stop kissing him. He was irresistible and I found myself wildly running my fingers through his shaggy hair, gently tugging his head closer to mine. Let's just say, that I'm pretty sure Alicia isn't the only one that will be sporting a hickey.

December 3

Herbology

Katie says it looks like an elephant or something attacked me. I tried my best to cover it up, but my foundation wasn't dark enough. Gah, can you believe that? Fred, as usual, thinks it's highly entertaining. He keeps threatening to add another "love bite," whenever we get into a row. He's such an idiot.

December 11

Common Room

I wonder what I should get the gang for Christmas? I know it's rather early to start planning, but I'm rather stumped this year. I don't want to get Fred another bottle of cologne, because a boy can only wear so much cologne at one time. I'll probably get Kates a gift certificate to some high fashion clothing store. And for Leesh, I spotted this pair of fabulous earnings at Hogsmeade. I don't know about the boys. In other news, I've FINALLY found a seeker and two beaters to replace Harry and the twins.

Can you believe it; Ginny Weasley is going to take Harry's spot! Quite outrageous, isn't it? I didn't know she was such a great Quidditch player, until like two days ago. Well, granted, she's not as good as Harry, but she's a thousand times better than everyone that decided to claim the spot.

The beaters are going to be Andrew Kirke and Jack Sloper. Andrew and Jack aren't the best beaters in the world, (Fred and George are far more talented than them), but hey, we've got to make do with what we've got. I have to tell the rest of the team. Actually, the only one I haven't told yet is Harry.

I'm going to let him know later this week, when we have another one of those meetings. You know, the secret DADA lessons that Harry's going to be teaching. Anyhoo, I told Fred about Andrew and Jack and he was less than exuberant. We were sitting in Potions, waiting for the tonic that we'd just mixed, to cool.

His response was promptly, "Those two chuckleheads? You've gotta be kidding me, love. Andrew's all right but he's got the worst sense of balance. If the world stopped spinning, he'd fall right off of it. And Jack? He's a lost cause."

I could only roll my eyes at his criticism.

"Not everyone is as deeply and utterly talented as you, Frederick, darling," I soothed.

He snorted and lazily slung his arm around my shoulder.

"Stop sucking up, dear. I think it's safe to say, that I'm the master of brown nosing."

I stuck my tongue out at him and poked him the rib.

"Well, on another note, thank you for your vote of confidence. You're just the kind of moral support the team needs," I crisply snapped.

Fred laughed and was about to interject, but Snape was giving us the old evil eye.

Sigh. I can only hope that Fred is completely wrong.