Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is an inspiration. This is merely my sixth plot bunny interrupting my other stories. (the ones which aren't decent enough to be posted yet...)
It was nearly midnight and the Gryffindor common room was empty except for a certain Angelina Johnson who was still doing homework. Her quill was flying over Snape's essay on "What to do When a Dunderhead Puts Rotten Ingredients into Potions Unless Specified". Not that she was the dunderhead who did it. (A certain red-haired guy by the name of Fred Weasley perhaps?)
Anyway, she was enjoying the peace so much that she was able to do the tottering pile of homework much more quickly. Her brain was doing a sort of cheer dance inside her skull.
Kick, kick, jump!
Kick, kick, jump!
I'm finally alone in the common room!
Kick, kick, jump!
Kick, kick, jump!
No one to bother me, not even Fred Weasley!
Kick, kick, jump!
Kick, kick, jump!
"Angel! There you are!"
Kick, kick—
Crap.
Stiffly, she ignored the voice coming from that certain red-haired someone who had drawn up a chair and sat next to her. He talked non-stop about Quidditch, the planned joke shop, the next few pranks, the joke shop, what-would-happen-if-I-didn't-attend-NEWTs, the joke shop, etc. etc…
The first time he did this, she tries reasoning with him that she was trying to desperately finish the large amount of homework being given to her.
Didn't work.
Tactic #2 was to go with the flow and say as little as possible in hopes that he'd take the hint that he wasn't wanted in the common room and go away.
Unfortunately one of Fred Weasley's weaknesses is being quite dense.
Yesterday she tried punching his lights out which worked somewhat so that when she was done with her homework he was still sprawled on the floor and left him there. Too bad he came back once again today as though she hadn't given him a terrible black eye the day before.
She sighed in defeat and stood up, walking towards one of the windows and looking out into the dark grounds of Hogwarts. Fred followed her, still talking. Today she tried ignoring him with all the strength she could muster, but his voice penetrated through her closed ears into her brain (which was no longer doing the cheer dance in case you didn't notice).
Somehow, though she'd never admit it to anyone, she loved it when he would smile at her, loved getting annoyed by him, and loved watching his eye-rolling pranks, as long as she wasn't the victim.
Andmost of all, she loved hearing his voice.
Unfortunately, she also loved finishing her homework on time.
He was just talking about his and George's newly acquired Diagon Alley premises when she kissed him in mid-sentence. He immediately stopped talking; his eyes wide open in surprise.
When she broke it, he was still speechless. Angelina suddenly narrowed her eyes.
"To bed, Weasley."
Fred went up to the boys' dormitories, still speechless, hardly daring to believe the girl of his dreams didn't punch him, but actually kissed him….
Angelina meanwhile returned to her homework, happy that she drove that certain annoyingly cute red-haired guy away so quickly, and feeling a blush and another sense of happiness that had no connection whatsoever to the fact that the common room was quiet once more.
Fred closed the hangings around his four-poster and leaned back on his pillows. He gingerly touched his lips and smiled to himself. If she could kiss like that, he'd have to talk to her more often….
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A/N: if you like it, review! XD if you don't... :( review also! XD --> just having a serious mental disorder, no worries.