PARTY, ANYONE: Let's just say I am loving the reviews. Sorry I couldn't post this yesterday or Saturday I went to a PARTAYYY on Saturday and I was busy on Sunday..more writing but not to the finished level. Okay, some text is straight from OOTP--not owned by me, thanks. More reviews, people. I love them. :)

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So, let's just say I had to take a couple of showers, mmkay? Yeah. Then, before noon, Fred and I headed back to the common room to get ourselves situated.

"Morning everyone!" I said to the Gryffindor table.

"Happy Birthday!" They chorused.

"Thank you," I said to them. Ah, life was good.

"Nice of you to join us," George said, looking up from his plate.

"Well," I sat down next to Alicia and Fred sat next to me. "Fred brought me breakfast in bed." It wasn't food—but hey.

Katie, Alicia, George, and Lee looked at me questioningly.

"We don't want to hear about it, thanks," Katie said, smiling and shaking her head.

I smiled and looked over at her. Lee and Katie were sitting pretty close—hang on. Did he have his hand on her upper thigh? Oh yes. Haha. This was good. Hang on—he moved it—okay. He's eating now. How interesting.

"What are we doing today, Ang? Another party, I suppose, eh?" George asked.

I shrugged, "I haven't planned a party, but that doesn't mean I'm not down for it."

Alicia nodded, "I could party. We haven't had a really good party in a while. I mean, I want to dance, seriously."

George raised his eyebrows at her, "And who do you want to dance with?"

"Whomever I please, George. I'm not tied to you anymore, you know?"

"Yeah, so, I suppose you can just traipse around the castle shagging any bloke you please, eh?"

"I could, but I'm not a tart, thanks though." She looked pissed off for a second and then she smiled, turning her head away from George. It was cute that he said that. It's still very obvious that they like each other. Why did they break up again?

"Angelina," Fred whispered in my ear.

"Yes?" I turned towards him, giving him the once-over.

"I really don't want to have to wait until the party is over—but if you want the party--"

"Oh, good Merlin, Fred," I turned back to Alicia. I heard Fred laugh to himself.

"Well," said Alicia. "We've got to spread the word about this party then—say—seven in the Gryffindor common room?"

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Seven o'clock came around and let's just say the common room was packed. I didn't really think 'spread the word' meant invited all the other houses too—minus the Slytherins, of course. Various 'Happy Birthday's were thrown my way, other than that, people were just—dancing and drinking. Who would have thought you could get about twenty bottles of firewhisky into Hogwarts? I don't know. Fred and George do some pretty incredible things. However, there is no way I'm drinking. It's just no fun. I mean, it is fun—but no, I actually want to remember today. And we all know I'm crazy when I'm pissed.

So, I look over at the group huddled around the fireplace. This group includes Alicia, George, Katie, Lee, Eddie, and Fred—along with other random people. What the world is Eddie doing over there?

Okay, let me set up the scene. You know you love it. So, Alicia is sitting on one of the large chairs and Eddie is leaning on the arm of it. While George is sitting on the couch just beside Alicia, eyeing Eddie. George downed the one bottle of firewhisky that was being passed around. Now, Fred just got up—he's walking towards me. Okay. And Lee and Katie—are sitting closer than this morning—that's pretty damn close—and—Lee whispered something in Katie's ear—she nodded—oh! Hey Fred.

"Come on," he grabbed my hand.

"What? No. I want to stay," I looked around him.

He looked towards the couches, "Nothing is going to happen. Eddie is just sitting there like a loser and George—well, he'll probably snatch Alicia up anytime now. Katie and Lee—they'll probably leave in about ten minutes or so. And that's all you need to know! Come on," He pulled me towards his dormitory—good Merlin.

Yes sir. How could I resist that? I couldn't.

So, he was pulling me behind him until we got into the stairs and he whipped me around so I was in front of him. His face went for my face, because it definitely wasn't just the lips—I'll tell you that. He lifted my face and started kissing my neck—good Merlin there was no stopping now.

As always, there was heavy snogging. And there was still that—tension—to be released. It was definitely going to be released, believe that. So, we were—on the stairs—don't ask. I wasn't really trying to think about anything at this point. We were just kind of—laying on the stairs—snogging. It's odd, but hell—I—do—not—care. Because it was very nice.

Fred was over me, right? And he took off his shirt—what the world, "Are we going to shag on the stairs, Fred?" I asked him.

He shrugged, "If you want to."

We laughed and I put my hand on his—bare—chest and pushed him off of me. He shrugged, looking a little disappointed, "I'm not going to shag on the stairs, now come on."

Now, it was I who was doing the pulling. We paused and snogged on the door for a bit, and then I opened it from behind my back and we almost fell. I stumbled back into the room and Fred paused to throw a couple of spells over his shoulder. Good job.

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"No, I actually want to sleep tonight."

"What if they're still at it?"

"It's three in the morning!"

"Well--"

"Just open the damn door, Lee."

"I don't want to—intrude."

"Do you want to sleep on the couch, again?"

"Well, no--"

"Then open the damn door, man!"

"Fine. Alohomora."

"Good job!"

"Shut up, George."

"Good, they're asleep, see?"

"Yes, I see, I'm not blind. Is Angelina starkers—you know--"

"Go to bed, you prat!"

"Fine, then."

"Oh, how are you and Katie now—have you--"

"No. I'm still pissed off that she's—Ernie."

"I thought Eddie was attempting to talking to Alicia?"

"I don't know. All I know is he's a prat. If he tries anything on either one of them—I'll hex him into oblivion."

"I second that. Why did you two split in the first place?"

"I don't know."

"Yeah, same with me and Alicia. But, oh well."

"Oh well? Are you kidding me? I'm still a virgin!"

"Poor kid."

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I woke up in Fred's bed with the curtains drawn around me—wrapped in the covers. Why did I wake up? I looked to my left and saw that Fred wasn't there—um, since when does he wake up earlier than me?

"The point is sleeping on the couch for one more night wouldn't have been so bad! You could've even slept in the other boy's dormitories or gone to the Room of Requirement!"

"Seriously, calm down. No one cares that she was there—I just wanted to sleep in my bed. Those couches give me cricks in my neck."

"You could've seen Angelina starkers, George."

"She wasn't. I checked."

"YOU CHECKED! What if she had been starkers?"

"Well it's not like I haven't seen a naked girl before, Fred."

"I ought to kill you for saying that!"

"Um, excuse me?" I popped my head out of the curtains.

"OH NO! Angelina! I better look away! She might be starkers!"

Fred hit George in the back of the head and George just doubled over laughing.

"Git," Fred said coming over to me.

I just shook my head and laughed, "Good morning."

"Morning," he smiled. "Do you want to get dressed and go to breakfast?"

I shrugged, "I suppose."

"I'll get Alicia to bring you some clothes or something."

"Yeah, do that. Thanks."

He nodded and returned about five minutes later.

"Thanks," I took the clothes and closed the curtains to change. When I was finished, I stepped out. "I'm going to shower in our dorm, all right?" I started walking out of the dorm. What does it look like with me walking out of the boys dorm? Oh—everyone is at breakfast, so I should be fine.

When I finished showering and dressing, Fred was waiting for me at the end of the stairs, "You didn't have to wait."

He shrugged, "Just come on."

We exited the common room and were walking in the corridors heading for the Great Hall.

"Did you have a good birthday?"

OH! I forgot to mention that I got presents, too. Yes, wonderful presents. In the midst of this lusting I forgot about the actual birthday party stuff—it just doesn't compare. Haha.

"Yes, it was nice," I nodded.

"You know you left like ten inch scratches on my back, right?"

I laughed, "Sorry about that."

"No, no—it was—encouraging?" He laughed.

"Encouraging?" I looked at him.

He shrugged, "I don't know."

"What exactly was everyone screaming about this morning?"

"Fred and Lee came into the room last night to sleep."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Why was this awkward? I felt—awkward.

"We play Slytherin in a week."

"We'll be fine."

We were on the third floor now. The forbidden third floor—like the one no one goes on. How did we get here? I know I wasn't paying attention, just following my guile boyfriend named Fred Weasley.

"Fred, I thought we were going to breakfast."

"I'm not hungry for food, are you? I mean," he held his hands up. "We don't have to. It's just two weeks was so long. And with the match coming up—you're going to be stressing out, and everything."

I nodded. He was probably right. But goodness, did we have to make up for the time we missed every hour of the day? "Actually, I think I just want to go to breakfast, really."

"Fine, go then."

"You're not coming?"

"I already ate."

"Nice, thanks."

"Sorry."

"Yeah," I turned the corner to go down the main staircase and actually go to the Great Hall. He was something else.

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It's Halloween and I can't concentrate on anything besides the fact that we play Slytherin in two days. Two D.A. meetings were put on hold and we had practiced just about every day.

Luckily, Ron was improving with every practice. He did a spectacular move at practice where he held onto his broom with one hand and kicked the Quaffle into the other hoop. It was amazing. I'm proud.

"Come on, Ang, enjoy the party!" Katie came up to me. I was in the corner, on the desk writing out plays for tomorrow. There really was no way I could prepare the team without all of the practices but they insisted they take today off for a bit of fun. Fun? Who needs fun when we're playing Slytherin in two days. I'm going to die. I'm so nervous. I'm not nervous because I'm not confident, I know we'll win—it's just—oh, I don't know.

"I can't. I'm working."

"Uh!" she sighed and I heard her retreat. "Do something about her, will you?"

Whatever. They can think what they want. I need to get this done. "Ang." Fred came up behind me and pulled my hair off of my shoulders, he gave me a polite kiss on the cheek.

"Yes, Fred?" I said—a bit hostilely.

"Come on, relax."

"The last time you told me to relax Lee burst in on us shagging—and you sucked. So, choose your words wisely. Now go."

"Ouch," he laughed.

"I could cut you off for the rest of our Hogwarts years, Fred."

"I could always go elsewhere."

I whipped around, "Don't joke like that, Fred Weasley."

"Sorry," he put his hands up. "Do you think we'll be together after Hogwarts, Ang?"

"I don't know, Fred. I don't' care. Because at this moment—I have to concentrate on Quidditch," I turned back to my several books and parchment.

"Oh, okay. Fine, then. All right," I heard him walking away, and then some hurried steps come nearer to me.

"Please just leave me alone. Goodness."

I felt my arm being jerked up.

"Ow." I said, pulling it away from Fred. "What now?"

He didn't say anything, he just started kissing me. What is wrong with him? Why does he have that—I shouldn't but I have to—affect on me?

"Fred, Fred, Fred," I pulled away.

"Shut up. Stop playing like you're going to resist."

"Fred, no. I have to do this."

"There's nothing else to do, Ang. We have a practice tomorrow. It'll be fine. Writing plays on a piece of paper won't better our chances of winning. But if you're stressed out—you're not going to play well," Damn you, Fred Weasley. Why do I let you seduce me?

So, ever so slyly, we went into his dormitory. "You better be good this time—don't stress me out, more all right?" I smiled at him.

"Yeah, yeah," he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Good stuff. "Just easy on the clawing." He smiled.

"I'll try," I kissed him on the neck—just like he did me. And then he plopped me on his bed. Gee, thanks. I gave him a questioning look.

"Hold on, hold on," He went beside his bed and into the pockets of his robes. He pulled out his wands and silenced and locked the room—good boy.

I was sitting on the bed and he walked over and stood between my legs—which I, of course, wrapped around him. He made to kiss my collarbone, but I grabbed at the ends of his shirt and tugged it over his head. He kissed my neck just before taking my shirt off. Good times.

"Hang on," said Fred. He stopped kissing me.

"What? Why?"

"Do you want kids?"

"What the hell? You don't talk about kids before we shag! That just ruins the—everything. What?"

He shrugged, "I was just curious."

"Can we maybe talk about this—when we aren't half naked and about to shag?"

"Certainly, Love."

"Good. Now," I threw my head back. "Relax me, all right."

"Yes ma'am."

Now, this time—I was—definitely more relaxed afterwards.

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It's the second of November and we play Slytherin today. Well, thank the greater good that Fred hasn't sucked—since—a long time.

I met Katie and Alicia in the common room and we walked down to the Great Hall together. After eating, we walked a bit of ways down the table toward Harry and Ron.

"When you're ready, we're going to go straight down to the pitch, check out conditions and change." I said.

"We'll be there in a bit. Ron's just got to have some breakfast," said Harry.

I nodded and continued out the Hall and outside towards the pitch. Luckily, it was a rather clear day. The air was icy, but that was much expected.

"Alright, everyone," I addressed the team. I saw Harry and Ron walk into the changing rooms. "Okay, I've found out the final lineup for Slytherin. Last year's Beaters, Derrick and Bole, have left now, but it looks as though Montague's replaced them with the usual gorillas, rather than anyone who can fly particularly well. They're two blokes by called Crabbe and Goyle, I don't know much about them--"

"We do," said Harry and Ron together.

"Well, they don't look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from another, but then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way onto the pitch without signposts."

"Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mold," Harry said. Thank the greater good.

People were heard walking up the benches and into the stands, singing and chanting all the while.

"It's time. C'mon everyone…good luck."

Everyone rose and put their brooms on their shoulders. We marched in a single file line and into the sunlight. Cheers greeted us. I saw Montague—he was humongous and ugly as ever. Size couldn't scare me, though, I'm determined. Not to mention we've got the best flyers on our team—not just muscle like those Slytherins. We actually have skill.

"Captains shake hands," said Madame Hooch. I walked over to Montague and he tried his hardest to crush my fingers. I wasn't showing pain at all—even though it hurt like hell. "Mount your brooms…." She blew her whistle and both teams rose into the air.

I heard Lee say something along the lines of me not going out with him, he really was hilarious. I had a smile of my face, but I needed to focus on the game.

The game went on with Slytherin scoring the first goal. There was this stupid song the Slytherins kept singing—Weasley is Our King. Goodness, this is going to do some damage.

I got the first goal for Gryffindor, but Slytherin's Beaters were hitting Bludgers everywhere and seriously preventing us from scoring. I heard the crowd screaming and looked over to see Harry with Malfoy right behind him—Harry's hand was balled into a fist—or perhaps holding the Snitch? YES! Ouch! WHAT? THAT'S A FOUL! Harry flew off his broom from being hit with the Bludger.

"Are you all right?"

"'Course I am," Harry said, taking my hand. I pulled him to his feet.

"It was that thug, Crabbe. He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw you'd got the Snitch—but we won, Harry, we won!" I was smiling and clapping Harry on his back, but he turned around and saw Malfoy.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you? I've never seen a worse Keeper…but then he was born in a bin….Did you like my lyrics, Potter?" Oh, shut up Malfoy. I peered from around Harry and gave Malfoy a look of disgust.

I turned around and saw the rest of the team coming towards me, we all were jumping up and down and punching the air in triumph.

"We wanted to write another couple of verses! But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly—we wanted to sing about his mother, see--"

"Talk about sour grapes," I said, casting him another dirty look.

"—we couldn't fit in useless loser either—for his father, you know--"

Fred and George quickly turned their heads—they realized what—or whom, rather—Malfoy was talking about.

"Leave it," I said as once, taking Fred by his arm. "Leave it, Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost, the jumped-up little--"

"—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter? Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys' hovel smells okay--"

Harry held onto George; while Katie, Alicia, and myself were still trying to keep hold of Fred.

"Or perhaps, you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it--"

Harry let go of George and they both charged at Malfoy. "Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!" The three of us screamed, still holding Fred.

"IMPEDIMENTA!" Madam Hooch came over. "What do you think you're doing?"

I looked over and saw Malfoy crawled up like the little pussy he is. George came up with a swollen lip, and Fred was still putting up a fight to get away from the three of us.

"I've never seen behavior like it—back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of House's office! Go! Now!"

Harry and George marched off of the pitch.

I—am—going—to—die. What the hell were they thinking? I mean, I would've been pissed off if Malfoy was insulting my mother, but—they could get detentions—that get in the way of practices or get banned from a game or two—anything! There will be some serious consequences, especially with McGonagall as our Head of House. I'm going to kill them. I am. What the hell were they thinking?

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"Banned. Banned. No Seeker and no Beaters…What on earth are we going to do?" Harry and the twins—I haven't referred to them as the twins in a while; oh well—came into the common room later to tell the team the news. We were sitting around the fire. "It's just so unfair. I mean, what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had blown? Has she banned him?"

"No," said Ginny Weasley. She doesn't talk much—well, not to me anyways. "He got lines, I heard Montague laughing about it at dinner."

"And banning Fred when he didn't even do anything!" said Alicia. Uh, yeah.

"It's not my fault I didn't. I would've pounded that little scumbag to a pulp if you three hadn't been holding me back." I gave him a somewhat look of disgust.

"I'm going to bed. Maybe this will all turn out to be a bad dream….Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and find out we haven't played yet…." It's farfetched, but hey.

I don't even think Fred could cheer me up tonight—actually, I don't even think he's in the mood—and that's just odd.

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Well: Not spectacular, but I needed to divide the chapters. There will definately be some drama in the next chapter--I mean, seriously. HMM..hook ups? Break ups? Maybe? Haha, definitely. Anyways, I hope you liked. Leave a review, they are much appreciated. Thanks.

Also, it might interest you to know..that this story is definately going to be longer than the last (maybe not in terms of chapters, but length wise words.) Also, it might interest you more to know that I will be writing another story after this--about Fred and Angelina after Hogwarts--it's just a thought. But, a definate thought because it's all I've been able to think about. Give me some feedback, folks. Thanks much.