OKAY: I'm on a roll. Here's the next chapter where the DA is introduced and um..other nice stuff. Oh, Fred's favorite number is three---because my favorite number is three and that's how it is.

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"Fred, I think we should talk."

"Why? We never talk. I mean—we are in fact, talking. But, we never have talks. And frankly, I think they're overrated. Because we talk and then we over evaluate everything and we find out that things are wrong and—why don't we just—you know."

"Yeah, I know." Sometimes boys can be so insensitive. "I'm just curious about some things, Fred."

"Like what?"

"Like—oh, I don't know."

"Well, you said you were curious. Are you curious about--" A smile crept across his face.

"No. Like, exactly how many girls you've been with." I was. I was curious and there was absolutely no way I could live without driving myself bonkers.

Fred exhaled, "Wow. That was unexpected." He looked nervous. Why did he look nervous? That was never good. Oh, by the way, we were in his room—just sitting on his bed.

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows, "Well?"

He smiled, "I don't see why it really matters, really."

"I want to know."

"WHY?"

"Because. I just do. Why can't you tell me?"

"I can. I just don't see why I have to."

"Because I'm your girlfriend and you do what I say."

"Not always true."

"Oh well, just tell me. Why is it so horrible? Is it like a hundred or something?" I shut up. "Oh, that would be horrible." I whispered to myself.

"No, it's not like one hundred." Thank the greater good. I was worried for a second.

He didn't say anything next. Was it like ninety-nine, then? "Fred…"

"See, this talking thing really doesn't work for me."

"I'm not going to even kiss you until you tell me."

"Damn it. You're going to get mad at me, Ang."

"Is it that many?"

"No! But if I tell you I've shagged say—two girls. You'll still be mad even though it's more than that. That's just how girls are. No matter what number I say it's going to make you more pissed off at me. That's why I'd just rather not say—not that it's so many. Just whatever comes out of my mouth you're going to think the worst of it."

"You're right. But I still don't feel comfortable—being—with you knowing--"

"Angelina, how many times have we—been—together—and you're just wondering this? Well, you're just asking? It doesn't make any sense. It doesn't matter."

"It does matter."

"Shut up about it, please. Why does it matter? Who cares! You knew all of this--"

"Fred, it's always bothered me and I've always kind of doubted our—us."

"What the hell is wrong with you lately? What is wrong with you? You're asking all of these damn questions and—and—messing with me for—you know…and it doesn't matter. Because I forgave you for pretty much killing my ego and now you ask these damn questions. It's like I can do no right—but when you fuck up—like ask stupid questions, I forgive you. I'm always going to forgive you because, frankly, I don't care. I don't care what you do that's fucked up because I'm going to forgive you. I would just appreciate it if you would shut up every once in a while."

"So, you're saying I don't have a right to know how many girls you've slept with?"

"You do, by all means I'll give you a number. But it still doesn't mean that any of it matters."

"Fine, then, give me a number. Make me happy because right now I'm not happy with how you're talking to me."

"How am I talking to you?"

"Like I don't have a right to know anything about you."

"You know me. What the hell are you talking about? I'll tell you anything you want to know—but it just doesn't make sense that you want to know. You always doubt me because I was—how I was. So what? And I'm not going to say I regret it or anything. Because I don't. Part of me kind of misses it—it was fun, alright? But I don't cheat on you or anything because—I don't want to. Because I actually like being with you. But, you doubt me and it's messed up, because I gave up a lot for you."

I started laughing, "Girls? You gave up shagging random girls and that's a sacrifice for you?"

Fred ran his fingers through his hair, "Kind of. But that's not the point."

"Just give me a damn number."

"Three."

"You've only slept with three girls?"

"No, that's just my favorite number."

"Fred," I rolled my eyes. I got my hopes up. I was happy for point two seconds.

"Honestly, I haven't really counted. Would you like for me to count for you, Princess Angelina?"

"Yes, I would."

"Alright, then." He whispered to him self as he started counting on his fingers. "Eleven or so."

"Eleven?"

"See! Same reaction."

"Who?"

"I gave you a number and now you wants names. Angelina, just forget about it."

"Well, I could be talking to a girl in the hallway and come to find out you've shagged her!"

"It—doesn't—matter. I don't know how many times I have to say it. But get it through your head."

"Fair enough."

"Fair enough? You're serious, you can just let it go—finally?"

"I guess. I mean, as long as you're not still off shagging Megan, I'm fine."

"Good."

"I'm going to bed."

"What?"

I got off of his bed, "I'm going to bed. To sleep. Good night."

"I think you should stay," He got off of the bed.

"Really?"

"Well, we haven't been in here in a while. And Lee and George'll be fine." He started walking towards me. We do this every time. Fight—make up—haha, you know the rest.

"Yeah, sure," he then proceeded to—kissing my neck. He hasn't done that in a while. You know, with the whole classroom thing and all. Haha, good stuff.

"Hmm, we usually skip this part, huh?" He asked, continuing to kiss me.

"It's amazing, we haven't been caught since Lee."

"Don't jinx it, Ang. I don't think we want people interrupting us." No, no, definitely not.

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It Sunday and I woke up in a good mood. After dressing, I went down to the common room to see a large sign posted on the notice board.

"By Order of the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts: All Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded.

"An Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students.

"Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).

"No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.

"Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled.

"The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four. Signed Dolores Jane Umbridge High Inquisitor." I read aloud with Katie and Alicia.

"Is she joking? Does this mean—you know with Harry?" Katie asked.

"I don't know. Did someone tell?" Alicia asked.

"I'm not sure. But it says teams. That means Quidditch, too!" I was furious. This fat ass toad came in here an interrupted our perfectly fine school. Now, I was going to have to request permission for something that shouldn't have been 'disbanded' in the first place.

I missed breakfast because I was having a panic attack. So, afterwards, I needed to find Harry and Ron and tell them. I saw them just outside the Great Hall. "Harry! Ron!"

"It's okay. We're still going to--"

"You realize she's including Quidditch in this? We have to go and ask permission to re-form the Gryffindor team!"

"What?" he said.

"No way," Ron was appalled.

"You read the sign, it mentions teams too! So listen, Harry…I am saying this for the last time…Please, please don't lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play anymore!" I swear I could cry. I was captain, and in all my glory it could all vanish.

"Okay, okay. Don't worry I'll behave myself…." Damn right, you better, Potter.

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Well, Harry held true to his word and didn't say anything to Umbridge during class. However, she, being the bitch she is, said she needed time to consider the reformation of the Quidditch team anyway.

Well, despite how pissed off I was, I got to enjoy Fred and George demonstrating one of their little Snackboxes to a crowd of cheering Gryffindors. Well, let's just say vomiting into a bucket isn't a real turn on for me, so Fred will definitely be sleeping alone tonight.

"Did you like the demonstration?" Fred asked as we were walking out of the common room.

"Not exactly sexy," I smiled at him.

"Ha! Anything I do is sexy."

"Vomiting into a bucket is not sexy at all. Not a turn on for me, sorry."

"Oh, really? So what does turn you on?" That's the famous question, isn't it? Anyways, he looked at me out of the corner of his eye.

"Don't think it, Fred Weasley. I'm definitely not going to that damn classroom after seeing you vomit into a bucket."

Fred rolled his eyes, "It was business, Love," he started laughing.

"Disgusting business."

He shrugged, "Well maybe we should just talk," he mocked. I don't appreciate that, Fred Weasley.

I shoved him and he swayed. "Shut up."

"Mmhmm. You want to go for a walk?"

"It's October; it's going to be freezing."

"I'll keep you warm, Ang. Come on," So, with that, we headed toward the grounds for a walk. I remember last October when Fred said he had cleared his Weekend Schedule for my birthday in Hogsmeade.

So, we were walking and he was behind me, keeping me warm like he said, his arms were around my waist. It was perfect, really. We hardly ever go on walks—hell, we hardly ever do anything, really. Well, with the exception, and I'm sure you know what the exception is. "So, all these girls, Fred--"

"Don't start with it, Ang, please. This is nice."

"Oh, I know. I'm just curious, really. What all you did with them."

"I think you know what I did with them." He gave me a look from across my shoulder.

"Well, there are lots of things to do, really."

"Um, what is this? Sex Ed, Ang?"

I laughed, "Maybe. I mean, I just want to know. Like, you've shagged them all, then?"

"Well, yeah." This must be just a bit awkward.

"I mean, you just went up to a girl—or she came up to you—and it was like—wham, bam, thanks ma'am? Or what? Were there relationships or was it just shagging or did—was it ever like us?" I was curious, it wasn't a badgering sort of questioning. I didn't want to upset him like before.

"It was never like us, I think. I mean, there were—relationships, I guess. I mean, it didn't always start out shagging, we did—other stuff first. I mean, I'm not completely horrible. I knew all of their names and everything," Isn't that a relief? Not really.

I nodded, "Why me, then? Why'd you change?"

He laughed, "Because you're fucking hot."

I laughed with him and ran my fingers through his hair. He was still behind me, mind you. "I'm serious."

"So am I. I'd shag you right here on the grass if it weren't so cold." Haha, nice.

"I think it'd warm up, really," I smiled at him.

"Angelina, don't play with me."

"I can't resist."

"But seriously, we need some different places."

"Um, the classroom is pretty different to me. And the shower, and the Room of Requirement, your dorm, um, the changing rooms—we're running out of places, really," I started laughing.

"The changing rooms—that one was nice. We should do that more often."

"Well, Umbridge hasn't given us permission to reform the team, so we really can't go onto the Pitch."

"I think you have more reason to get the team re-formed now more than ever." I kissed me from over my shoulder. I've always liked that. I think I can put the fact that he was just vomiting into a bucket out of my mind. "Come on," He pulled me towards a more secluded corner of the outside of the castle, where a nice little tree was, giving a bit of shade. I could view the lake from here, but otherwise it was a bit away from everything.

So, this is going to sound pretty bad, so prepare yourselves. Breathe. Okay. I was—pinned, we'll say—to the wall of the castle. Not that I was saying no or anything, we've—uh—we've snogged against the wall plenty of times. Anyways, this was—hot. Very hot. Like, desert hot. Feeling—feeling heat when it's—uh—October is a little, tiny bit odd. I'm thinking you can guess what's going to happen, but I'll continue. So, Fred decides to start kissing my neck, nothing different except for the fact that pretty much every time he starts kissing my neck—well. Anyway, Fred starts—lowering his hands, all right? Oh, Good Merlin—those hands. Haha. Wonderful things, they are. Great for—hitting Bludgers.

Okay then, Fred's hands find the bottom of—of my skirt. I'm still in my uniform, mind you. "Fred, don't think about it," I managed while he was still kissing me on my neck.

"Mmhmm," But, he continued. And soon enough, his hand was all the way up my thigh underneath my skirt, the sly dog.

"Fred Weasley," I warned.

"Come on, Ang, this is definitely something new—even for me."

"I refuse to shag outside—against the walls of our beloved school."

"The castle doesn't mind. It'll love it—trust me."

"What is someone comes by, then?"

"No one ever comes over here."

"Yeah, okay. Um, Fred. That stone is going to kill my back, all right? I'm not doing it."

"Oh, it'll be worth it—believe that."

"How can you always charm me into doing anything?" I smiled at him.

"I don't charm you, you just can't resist."

I raised my eyebrows, "Come on, then."

"Give me a minute."

"I hope it lasts longer than that, Fred," I started laughing.

He just looked at me, "You want this to happen or not? Remember I have that super sensitive ego thanks to you."

"I thought you recovered after I 'almost burst your ear drums screaming so loud'?"

"Yeah, I know. But, Ang you can't scream this time—we're outside and people will come running over and we don't want that, do we?"

"Silencing charm, Fred?"

"What the hell do we have to Silence? The air?" He was right—it was all open space—secluded open space, but still.

"I'll try my hardest," I sassed.

"I ought to Silence your damn mouth, that's what I should do."

"What's the fun in that?"

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Well, I didn't have to be Silenced, but Fred did have to cover my mouth, haha. That was pretty funny. I thought Filch was going to catch us, but he didn't.

"Where've you two been?" George asked us when we came back to the common room.

"Went for a walk, enjoying the wonderful castle that is Hogwarts," Fred said. I busted out laughing, I couldn't help it.

"Sorry," I said covering my mouth.

"What? Did you two shag in a tree or something?" Lee asked leaning over the couch.

"No, that would have been practical," Fred answered, glancing back at me.

"Yeah, well don't think about going up to the room, I want to sleep there tonight."

"Oh shut up and go shag Katie," said Fred. And we went up to his room anyway. There was no way we were going to shag because I think my back is going to be out for a week or so.

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All right, then. I went to McGonagall's office so she could get something done about the reformation of the team. She did, thankfully.

I found Harry and Ron in a classroom on the first floor. "I've got permission!" I said to them.

"Excellent!" They chorused.

"Yeah, I went to McGonagall and I think she might have appealed to Dumbledore—anyway, Umbridge had to give in. Ha! So I want you down at the Pitch at seven o'clock tonight, all right, because we've got to make up time, you realize we're only three weeks from our first match?"

Okay, so seven o'clock we're at the Pitch. Yes. Quidditch again. I've been so caught up in—Fred—that I haven't been really doing anything about Quidditch. However, luckily, thankfully, when I was bored I drew up more plays for our other practices.

"All right, everyone, listen up," I came out of the Captain's office prepared for practice. "I know it's not ideal weather, but there's a good chance we'll be playing Slytherin in conditions like this so it's a good idea to work out how we're going to cope with them. Harry, didn't you do something to your glasses to stop the rain fogging them up when we were playing Hufflepuff in that storm?"

"Hermione did it. Impervius!" Harry said, tapping his glasses.

"I think we all ought to try that. If we could just keep the rain off our faces it would really help visibility—all together, come on. Impervius! Okay, let's go."

They all followed me out of the changed rooms and trucked through the deep mud. "All right," I said. "On my whistle."

Well, it was a ruddy waste of time, but I still kept at it for nearly an hour. We needed to be able to fly in this type of weather, even if nothing was getting done. After feeling defeat, I called the quits and the team headed to the changing rooms. Fred gave me a look just as I got out of the showers—dressed. But, Harry and Ron were still hanging around, so he continued out the door and into the horrible weather.

I was so tired I just decided to call it a day and turn in, sleeping through the night—sans Fred.

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I had planned on scheduling another Quidditch practice for tonight, but the weather hadn't improved. I looked for the rest of the team at lunch and told them that practice was canceled.

"Good. Because we've found somewhere to have our first Defense meeting. Tonight, eight o'clock, seventh floor opposite that tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy being clubbed by those trolls. Can you tell Katie and Alicia?" Harry said to me. Hmm—the Room of Requirement? Nice. I guess I could have said something, but no. I reckon I looked a bit taken aback, but hopefully they would just brush it off.

I headed down for the Room of Requirement and made it down there by eight o'clock. Just as Harry had said.

"Well," Harry started once everyone was settled down. "This is the place we've found for practices, and you've—er—obviously found it okay--"

"It's fantastic!" Cho Chang said.

"It's bizarre," Fred frowned. "We once hid from Filch in here, remember, George? But it was just a broom cupboard then…." We once shagged in here too—it was just a bed then. Haha.

"Hey, Harry, what's this stuff?" Dean Thomas asked.

"Dark Detectors," said Harry. "Basically they all show when Dark wizards or enemies are around, but you don't want to rely on them too much, they can be fooled…." He looked into the glass. Everyone inside was kind of just taking in the surrounds, looking around curiously. "Well, I've been thinking about the sort of stuff we ought to do first and –er—what, Hermione?"

"I think we ought to elect a leader," she said.

"Harry's leader," Cho Chang said quickly. Hmm, that's a bit curious.

"Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly. It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So—everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?"

Everyone raised their hands. "We—right, thanks. And—what Hermione?"

"I also think we should have a name. It would promote a feeling of team spirit and unity, don't you think?"

"Can we be the Anti-Umbridge League?" I asked, smiling.

"Or the Ministry of Magic Are Morons Group?" Fred suggested.

"I was thinking more of a name that didn't tell everyone what we were up to, we can refer to it safely outside meetings."

"The Defense Association?" Cho suggested. "The D.A. for short, so nobody knows what we're talking about?"

"Yeah, the D.A.'s good. Only let's make it stand for Dumbledore's Army because that's the Ministry's worst fear, isn't it?" Clever girl, that Ginny Weasley.

"All in favor of the D.A.?" Hermione counted hands. "That's a majority—motion passed!"

Once the name was determined, we started off doing simple spells. Like Expelliarmus, etc. We practiced and then Harry realized it was too late, all ready.

"Well that was pretty good, but we've overrun, we'd better leave it here. Same time, same place next week?"

"Sooner!" said Dean Thomas.

"The Quidditch season's about to start, we need team practices too!" Of course it was I that said this. I felt it was my duty as Captain.

"Let's say next Wednesday night, then and we can decide on additional meetings on, we'd better get going…."

With that, people dispersed and people went back to their common rooms. Fred snuck up behind me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Time for bed, huh, Angel?"

"You haven't called me that in so long," I smiled at him.

He smiled, "I haven't, have I? Does it still bother you?"

I shrugged, "Not really."

"Good. Because that's what you are."

"Stop being corny."

"Fine, then."

"You just want us to go to your dorm and shag. You don't have to sweet talk me for that," I grabbed hold of his hand.

"Well fine, Ang, let's get those clothes off!" Haha, nice.

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Well, texts from practice and the DA meeting, etc were straight from the book. I know you liked that bit about them outside, right? Haha..I'm such a dork. Anyways, read and review and recieve (haha that's new) the next chapter. Thanks all.