Title: Promises
Rating: K
Summary: Fred spends the night before he leaves Hogwarts with Angelina.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters used in this story, etc. I think we all know by now who really owns them.
A/N: This is just a short Angelina/Fred one shot.
"Angie?"
"Yeah?" I called back, not taking my eyes off the stars above me.
"What are you doing?" he sighed, giving me the impression that my actions were troubling him.
"Nothing," I replied honestly.
"Do you mind if I join you?"
"No."
We were in the Astronomy tower. I'm an insomniac and I couldn't sleep, so I'd crept quietly out of bed and up there. The stars soothed me, somehow. I suppose in hindsight it's because they contrast so dramatically to my personality. I'm very passionate about what I believe in, and I can be outspoken at times. But the stars… they just stay there, no matter how much you yell and scream at them.
"Ange."
"No, Fred. I don't want to talk about it." I turned away from him purposely.
He picked up my hand, and I tensed, but didn't pull away. "Come on," he pleaded. "Can't you try to understand?"
Then I did remove my hand, whirling around to face him. How dare he? How dare he ask to look at it from his point of view? I'd done nothing to deserve it, and yet I'd been rejected like… well, nothing.
"No, Fred," I hissed from between clenched teeth. "Why don't you try to understand? You've suddenly decided that we're not good enough for you? Finishing your education isn't important any more?"
Fred grinned lopsidedly, but not in an amused way. "It never was, Angie," he said softly. "Why can't you see that finishing school isn't on my list of top priorities? Ange, you need to finish your education, if you're ever going to be a Quidditch publicist. But me, school's not my thing, Angie. You don't need a whole pile of N.E.W.T.'s to run a joke shop."
My eyes filled with tears, but I refused to let them fall, or let Fred see. I didn't want him to know just how much his leaving meant to me. "You don't need to leave."
"No, I don't," Fred agreed. "But I want to, Ange. I can't take it any more."
"There's only a few months 'til graduation," I persisted. "Do you really want all these years to be worth nothing?"
"But they are." Fred paused, and looked down at me, drawing me close. "I met you."
I noticed how the moonlight lit up his features. It had the feeling of finality, somehow. That's when I knew that Fred was leaving, and there was nothing I could do about it. But I pulled away and tried one last time. "You promised," I whispered hoarsely. "You promised that you wouldn't leave me."
Fred looked guilty. "I did. But sometimes promises can't be kept."
In any other circumstances, it would have been amusing that Fred was acting so mature. But he'd grown up, in the last few years. He wasn't the smirking, joking kid he used to be. "No. It's people who don't keep them, people like you. You could have kept it, Fred."
Fred frowned. "Angie," he implored.
I turned away again. "No."
And then he gently put a hand on either side of my face and brought it towards him, his lips meeting mine and matching together perfectly.
He broke the kiss and stood up, looking back at me regretfully. "Good bye, Angie," he said, and then Fred Weasley turned and walked out of my life. Forever.