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"Angelina Johnson, how dare you use that tone with me! What is your problem?"

"Edmund, me must go, now! You have a meeting in less than ten minutes," My mother urged. She walked over to me, "What are you still doing in bed? Sweetie, are you sick?" She sat next to me on the bed and I blinked a couple of times. This was not happening. "Edmund, she's sweating, she might have a fever," A fever? Ha, nice.

"How the hell would she get a fever? She was fine when we left!"

"I'm fine, really. I'll be fine," I smiled at her. It was a very good thing I had time to throw a shirt over my head or I would be starkers right in front of my parents.

"Do you want us to stay?"

"Ella, we have to go. I've told you—she'll be just fine, won't you, Angie?"

I nodded, "I'll just drink lots of—tea. And I'll be right in no time," I smiled at them both.

"Well, good, come now. You're still not off the hook for using that language in my house—but we'll deal with that when we get back," He extended his arm for my mother to take and they Disapparated with a crack!

"UGH! Again! Again. Not again. First it was always George! Now it's my damn parents! UH!" I was stomping around my room pitching my own mini-tantrum in my knickers and tee. It must've been a funny sight, but I wasn't in the mood for comedy. This really pissed me off.

Crack! "That has to be record timing. I didn't even have time to think or anything. Yet, here I am all parts of me are still here," Fred smiled at me and I gave him a dirty look.

I shook my head at him, "You are too much. I'm going to get something to eat, what about you?"

"My mother is cooking."

"Alright, then," I proceeded to leave my room, but he had me by the arm.

"Come on."

"Fred! What if my parents come back again? I don't want to risk it," I pulled my arm away.

"But that's half the fun of it. Say, why don't you come over to my house and eat dinner with us?"

"Don't be daft, I look horrible and it's already six."

"You don't have to dress up or anything, you're not trying to impress anyone. You could just come as a friend of the family or something, just wear—something."

"I've got to shower, and then I need to do my hair--"

"Shower," A grin spread across his face.

"Yeah, I need to shower--"

"Ang, the shower, it's perfect! See, even if your parents do come, you can say you're in the shower and you wouldn't even be lying!" He was rather enthusiastic about that thought, smiling all the while. I just raised my eyebrows at him.

"Fred, I'm finished with that--"

"What? You didn't finish. I didn't finish. We should finish," So, with that, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like I was a sack of potatoes, or something.

"Fred Weasley! Put—me—down—now!"

"But Ang, we need to finish," He laughed and kicked the bathroom door shut.

"Ah, that was much needed," Fred stretched as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Could you at least put on some clothes. You don't even live here, why the hell are you walking around my house starkers?" I was still in the bathroom, putting on clothes. Fred neglected dressing before he opened the door and walked into the hallway.

"I don't remember where I put them," I threw them at him. Stupid, they were in the bathroom. "Oh, thanks. So, are you going to come to dinner?" He said while dressing.

"Don't you think it's too early for me to be meeting your mother?" I asked, wrapping a towel around my hair.

"Um, I don't have to introduce you as my girl, I can just say you're a friend."

"But that's a lie."

"Oh well. I guess I better get going. Are you coming or not?" He looked at me questioningly.

"No, I'm alright. Thank you," I smiled at him.

He gave me a disappointed smirk and Disapparated.

"Okay, bye."

George decided he would take Alicia to Diagon Alley and buy her stuff so she would feel better—or something like that. He figured they needed some time together because they hadn't seen much of each other. Anyways, Fred thought it would be a good idea for me to come as well, so here we are—in Diagon Alley—the four of us.

"I want some ice cream, how about you, Ang?" Alicia asked me. I could sense some hostility in her voice, so I just said yes and ordered a simple vanilla.

"Angelina, will you please stop licking that ice cream cone like that?" Fred said. I gave him a dirty look and rolled my eyes.

"You're giving him ideas," George raised his eyebrows started laughing.

"You two are so immature," Alicia commented, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Why don't you keep your mouth on the ice cream, Alicia?" George snapped.

"That's not what you said last night," She semi-whispered.

"I wasn't with you last night," George gave her a confused look. Alicia just rolled her eyes and turned her head to look down the street. "I swear, you'll be the death of me, woman."

"Booklists haven't come in yet, what're we going to do all evening?" I asked, quickly changing the subject before George and Alicia decided to have a screaming match in the middle of Diagon Alley.

"Fred!" George hit his brother on the arm to catch his attention. Actually, I think he was watching me eat my ice cream, the randy prat. "Mum's not here, we can go to Knockturn Alley!"

"I am not going down there. If you brought me here so we can go to that dodgy place, I'm leaving," Alicia said.

George rolled his eyes. Fred shrugged and then he looked at me. "I don't want to go there, you two can go."

"Forget it, then. You know, why did everyone come if we weren't going to do anything?" George complained. Calm down, boy.

"I came because I actually thought you wanted to spend time with me, George. But then you had to bring Fred—like you didn't want to be alone together. And now, you ask us to go to that dreadful Alley and you're pitching a fit!"

"Will both of you shut up? Honestly, if you're going to fight, do it somewhere else. These people don't want to be bothered by your troubles," I said to them.

George Disapparated and Alicia started walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. I rolled my eyes and turned to Fred, "I'm just going to go home. Why don't you go as well?"

Fred kissed me on the cheek and Disapparated seconds before myself.

"Oh Merlin!" I Apparated to see Fred in front of me. "Fred, you scared me!" I hit him on the shoulder, "Why aren't you with George?"

He shrugged, "George isn't fun to snog, is he?"

"I wouldn't know," I looked at him. "My parents are coming home today. You know that, right?"

"What time?"

"Um, around six, I think."

"Well, we've got plenty of time."

"No, Fred. Last time, they almost caught us twice. We could lose track of time, or they could get here early. You actually shouldn't be here at all." He stepped closer to me, "And don't start kissing my neck or playing that seduce me game because you know I can't say no. Then we'll get in trouble. So," I took a breath. "It's best that we just stay away from each other. Give me like fifteen feet of distance," He stepped back to about three yards. I sighed, "Good. Maybe we can control ourselves now," I smiled at him.

"So, uh, what's the time?" Fred asked me.

"Oh, it's about two or three," I smiled.

"Really, that's interesting."

"Yes, yes it is," I twiddled my fingers.

"Yeah," He ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips—oh goodness, what was he trying to do to me. "So, we're doing good. How long has it been?"

"Uh, two minutes." I exhaled loudly and clicked my tongue. We were just standing in my kitchen. He was over by the bar and I was by the table and chairs. Interesting, huh?

"So, I guess I should go home or something, right?" He asked me.

"If you want."

"How long has it been?"

"Three minutes," I sighed. Then, I looked at him and we shared a few glances.

"That's nice," He tapped his fingers on the counter.

The next few seconds are kind of a blur. We met in the middle of this fifteen feet of distance I set. I had jumped up so my legs were wrapped around him and we were kissing. Again, with the rough kissing. Like, serious craving. We had to go from the kitchen to the living room to the stairs to my room. So, on the way we kind of paused against a wall so Fred could regain balance.

We finally got to my room about five minutes later.

"Fred!"

"Who's Fred?"

"Well, at least we finished this time."

I HAD TO: I had to leave it at that, I couldn't resist. I know it's short and I was going to make it longer but I just had to leave it there. Okay, fifth book, Fred and George are a Grimmauld Place and I highly doubt their mother would have allowed them to go to Diagon Alley by themselves, but let's just say that can, alright? Yes. And, again, review to get more. :)