ANGELINA! Oh, Angelina: I had to name it this--because I named the last story's chapter FRED! Oh, Fred! So, it just fits. OKAY--I know you guys may be disappointed when I say there is not nearly enough drama. Okay, I wrote ten pages last night of Fred and Angelina having a break--but it was plain BS. I couldn't write it in, because frankly--it's too emotional, for one. And for another thing, it just doesn't fit. It doesn't. It's not like either of their characters to want to seperate for any period of time, so I couldn't do it. Therefore, there goes the drama. I knew I've said there is a high possibility they will take a break--but not in this chapter. It just didn't work. Sorry. Also, I have good news: This story is going to definately be longer than the other. In terms of chapters--it should have around seventeen or so...and words--let's hope for more than 50,000. Yes. Anyways, don't hate me for toning down the drama--it didn't work for me. Review--even if you are pissed. Thanks.

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I—don't have—a Quidditch Team. No more. To make it even worse—Fred has been acting odd. I'm pissed off—that's it. I'm pissed off that he went and got himself banned from the team along with his lousy brother and that stupid Potter. Of course, I would never say this—I'm way too nice. But, I am angry—inside. It's not good to be angry inside because then you get frustrated and you explode—yelling—screaming at someone who accidentally brushed across your shoulder in the hallway. But—I'm fine. I'm okay.

No, I'm not. I really haven't talked to anyone. Fred and I haven't shagged—since before the match. That would be a week ago. Wow. Who would have thought Fred could have lasted a week without shagging—and I haven't even said anything. Actually, we haven't even been able to see each other. So, it's all right.

Um, now that I think of it, it is rather curious. Even when Fred was mad at me, we still shagged—because Fred is Fred and that's what Fred does—he shags. Very well, thank you.

Oh, good googly moogly—what if he's cheating on me! HA! Just kidding—Fred wouldn't cheat on me—are you kidding? Who is there in this school that Fred would rather than me—no one, that's who. And no one is a very small some one no one likes. Or something—I'm rambling. I am rambling.

I truly have no idea. I don't. I'm pissed off at the world but Fred doesn't want to take the effort and assert himself—to speak to me. That's what boyfriends are supposed to do. But, hey—Fred's not really a—typical boyfriend. He's not all—I don't know. He's just in no way typical.

On a lighter, much happier note—Katie and Lee are definitely not just friends anymore. After the match—the depressing match—Lee decided to "comfort" Katie by taking her up to his dorm—I'll have to find out what happened. He probably just gave her the comfort of his—mouth and—other body parts. But whatever!

So, I traipse down the stairs after dressing, this wonderful morning. I've got to find myself some new players. I'll worry about that later, then.

"Morning, Angelina," Fred said to me. I was already in the Great Hall.

"Oh, are you actually speaking to me?"

"Of course, Love," he smiled up at me as I sat down at the table. I just rolled my eyes at him. He scooted closer to me and whispered in my ear, "I've got to speak with you."

I leaned away, "About what exactly?"

"It's private," he looked at the group of people around us.

"Well, after I'm eating, then."

He nodded and went back to his eggs.

About fifteen minutes passed and Fred escorted me out of the Great Hall.

"May I ask where we're going?" he was pulling my arm along with him.

"To the first abandoned classroom I see."

"Is that all you want to do?" I pulled my arm away. "You can't speak to me for a week, you don't speak to me at all—but you want to shag?"

"Who says we were going to shag? I just want to talk to you in private."

"Private? We're in a deserted corridor. That's private enough," I stopped walking and put my hands on my hips.

"Angelina, just come on. Stop being difficult."

I rolled my eyes and just followed him. No sense in arguing over something so stupid.

"Okay—don't get mad at me, all right?"

"I can't really promise something like that, Fred. So, just tell me."

"Okay," he exhaled. "You see, Angelina--" he licked his lips. "Um, let's say there's this girl, okay? And she's really stressed out because she's got all of these responsibilities, okay?" I'm guessing this girl is me. But, okay. I just nodded. "Yeah, she's pretty damn hot, too." He smiled in attempt to get me to smile, but I just looked up at him. "Yeah. Okay, well, there's this boy. He likes—loves this girl, okay? A lot. And he doesn't like it when she gets all stressed out. So, he tries to make her feel better. And asks her some questions in which the girl gives the boy some pretty uncalled for answers--"

"What uncalled for answers, Fred? When did you--"

"He—he."

"He. Whatever. What did I—she say?"

He pouted, looking like a child, "She thought a sport—the greatest sport—was more important than her boyfriend and their relationship in the future."

"Well, she's just a bitch, isn't she?"

"Yeah, I guess she is," he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Fred--"

"Shouldn't the girl always be the one asking about the future and all that rub? I'm just curious! But no sports are more important than boyfriends."

I rolled my eyes, "You're acting so childish, Fred. Come on," I moved to the door.

"Nuh uh. That hurt my feelings, Angelina," he was still acting a bit childish, but it was cute. I knew he was sort of telling me the truth—but Fred is not exactly the person to admit that their feelings were hurt. Feelings? Pshh.

I smiled at him, "I thought we were talking about a 'he' and a 'she'. When did I get put into this?"

"Come on. I'm serious."

"Wow. I'm stunned."

"Anyways, that's not the point. The point is—they kind of made up after that--"

"Yeah, I'll say so."

"Yes, you would. Because I'm still incredible in that department. But, that's beside the point. You never answered the question." He poked me. Who pokes?

I smiled, "Do you really want to ask that question?"

"I mean, honestly—it's our last year," he shrugged. "It would be nice to know if you'd stick around afterwards."

Ah. That makes sense. I was nodding and shrugging at the same time, "I don't see why not, Fred." I laughed.

"Good!" He picked me up—of course, we knew where this was heading.

"Of course—that is if you don't decide to cheat on me or anything. Old habits die hard."

"Oh yes, but I've got a new habit—and I'm devastatingly obsessed with it."

"What would I do without you, Fred Weasley?" I joked.

"Well—you'd either find another bloke—or you'd just find comfort in your--"

"Fred--" I stopped him, "Please spare me."

"But it's like so--"

"No."

"But you remember that time we were talking about fantasies--"

"No."

"Come on."

"No. That is just disgusting."

"But you let me. It would just be like--"

"No."

"Ang."

"No."

"Fine. No shagging."

"Oh, like you could last. We all know I wear the pants in this relationship," I smiled at him.

"Is that what you really think?"

"Darling, it's what I know," I laughed.

"What can I say? I find you completely irresistible."

"And that keeps me in control."

"In control, eh?"

"Pretty much, yeah," I nodded.

"Well, you see, Angelina Johnson—this is where I have the control," he had spun me entirely around and placed me—on a desk.

"You think so?" I asked as he had started coming closer to me.

"Mmhmm."

"Well, I can walk away at any time."

"Nuh uh, you can't resist."

I laughed, "All right then," I pushed off the desk and started walking towards the door.

"Ang?"

I looked back when I had my hand on the door handle. I smiled.

"You still can't resist."

"Okay," I opened the door and walked out.

"Angelina!" I heard him say from behind me. Haha. Sucker.

I had turned a corridor quickly and heard him about to walk past. When he walked about two steps past where I was, I grabbed his arm and turned him around to me. I kissed him on his nose, "I told you so."

"No, because we're still going to go in that classroom and shag. Just because you can resist a couple of seconds doesn't mean anything," with that, we started kissing. It continued for about five minutes and we gradually made our way to the classroom.

He had stripped himself of his shirt and I was already on the desk—haha. That gets me every time. "Okay," I pushed him off of me and hopped off of the desk.

"Wh—what?"

I just smiled back at him, "Resisting."

"Ang—Ang—Angelina. You can't—okay, you can in fact resist. But that doesn't mean you should," I saw exactly what he meant. Guys were hilarious.

"So who wears the pants, Fred?" He rolled his eyes. "Who can resist the—temptation?" I was walking closer all the while. "Who, Fred?"

"Uh," He sighed. "Angelina Johnson."

"Damn straight, she can!" I was laughing and doing a small victory dance.

"I'm glad that makes you happy."

"It makes me very happy."

"You know what would make me happy, Angelina?"

"What is that, Fred?"

"You on this desk, now come on."

"What is that, now?"

"Come on, Ang. You've already teased me enough."

"You know—I don't think I got enough breakfast—did you?"

"Uh!" with that, he decided to just grab at me. Nice.

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"Oh, Merlin, I think I'm late for Potions!"

"So?"

"Fred—I can't be late for a class—and I need to—shower, maybe?"

"Hey, hey—the shower--"

"You're pathetic."

"Why, thank you."

"Give me that sock, please."

"Why do you take off your socks?"

"Who shags with their socks on?"

"Well, I do."

"Well you don't rightly take off your pants, do you? So you don't have a bother to take off you shoes—and then your socks. But—if you do actually take them off—you should take off your shoes and socks, too. Because it's just lame to shag in your socks."

"Well, why do you take off you socks and shoes?"

I shrugged, "It makes me feel better."

"How so?"

"Pervert."

"We've still got like—ten minutes, Ang. You're fine."

"Good."

"Yeah. Ten minutes is a long time."

"Yes—to shower."

"Yes—to shower."

"Alone. As to actually cleanse oneself."

"Who says shagging isn't cleansing? It's cleansing for the—soul."

"You have problems."

"Yeah, named Angelina Johnson."

"Our relationship is over."

"I hate you."

"You too," I kissed him on the cheek and continued toward the door.

"Um, you might want to take your skirt out of your nice—lime green—knickers before you walk in the hallway," he was laughing.

I fixed it and threw an evil look over my shoulder.

"I'll be seeing you tonight, Miss Johnson," he winked at me, still sitting on top of one of the desks.

"Yeah, yeah."

I sure am going to miss Hogwarts—and all its—empty classrooms.

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So, Katie, Alicia, and I were sitting in mine and Alicia's dorm—absolutely nothing new, right? Right.

"I saw you sneak up to Lee's room after the match," I said to Katie. I had completely forgot about it—my mind being on—other—matters.

She blushed a bit, "We didn't shag if that's where you're going with this."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "Are you two together again?"

"Erm—not exactly," she bit her lip.

"Then what happened?" Alicia asked. "You don't just go up to a boy's room and not do anything."

"Well—we—talked."

"You talked?" I asked.

"Yes, and then—other stuff."

"But—you're still not courting?" How bizarre.

"Hang on," Alicia said. "What exactly did you do?"

Katie's eyes got huge and she exhaled, "Well—we were talking. Yes. I've said that already. Okay, hell—I guess I could tell you guys," She smiled at us and sighed.

"Yes, with details, please," Alicia said. I just smiled and listened.

"Okay, we were on his bed, okay. On his bed—just talking. Somewhere along the line—we started snogging. I don't know—maybe it was just some tension. And yes, we snogged for a good bit and—then," she laughed. "He kind of—turned me over. I was like, 'Lee, what are you doing?' He said--" she paused to laugh again. I hope this is good. "He said, 'Just something a little new' and he told me to relax."

Alicia and I burst out laughing. Perhaps Lee tore out a page from Fred and George's book?

"That's exactly what George told me!" Alicia said.

"'Just relax, Ang.' Yeah, yeah. That's what Fred said," I was laughing as well.

Katie looked at us questioningly, "I've told you we didn't shag."

"Oh," Alicia and I said at the same time.

"Well," she continued. "What was the first thing you and Fred—or you and George did after snogging. I mean—like before you shagged—after you snogged."

Haha. I remember that.

"Um," Alicia blushed. She started fumbling with her fingers and then looking at us. OH. I get it.

"Right," Katie said, and she turned to me.

"Same here," I scratched my head. "The Yule Ball." I smiled.

"George and I shagged that night—that was—the uh—like third time or something," she laughed.

"Right, then. Well, that's—what—Lee—did--"

"WHAT! You aren't even courting or anything!" I exclaimed.

"'Just friends' don't occasionally touch each other below the belt, Katie!"

"But--"

"No. No exceptions. You're his friend with benefits. Soon—you'll be shagging and he'll still be single."

"Well—he just hasn't asked me out yet—is all."

Alicia and I looked at each other, "He's probably bragging to Fred and George right now."

"What did you two do when you were actually courting?" I asked.

She shrugged, "Nothing really."

"I thought last year you said you did more than snog," I pointed out.

"Well, we maybe kind of—a—like—twice or something."

"I'm so finished with this conversation," Alicia got up from the bed and stretched.

I laughed and rolled my eyes at Katie, "So who is with Carmichael this week?"

They both eyed me, "No one." Alicia responded.

"Well, when are you and George going to start courting again?"

Alicia shrugged, "I don't care."

"Hang on. Didn't you say you and Eddie were courting?"

"Times change," Alicia shrugged and exited the dormitory.

"Nice," I said, getting up as well. "I guess I should go find Fred—see what he's up to."

"Yeah, you do that."

"I'll leave you to—go find Lee. You know—the Room of the Requirement--"

"Shut up."

"It's great, really."

"Shut up, Angelina—go shag Fred."

"Don't you wish you had the luxury?"

"No. Because he would probably break me in half."

"Yeah, you are a bit thin--" I laughed. "And he's definitely not small!" I laughed harder.

"Oh, Merlin, Ang!" She pushed me and made retching sounds.

"Hey—hey—are you choking on something, Katie? Lee isn't even in the room!"

"ANGELINA!"

"Oh, have you?"

"ANGELINA!"

"I'm just curious."

"ANG--"

"Please leave the screaming of my name to Fred, thanks."

"Does he really scream your name?"

"It's more of a—moan."

We were both laughing when we got down into the common room.

"What's funny?" Fred asked just as we entered the room.

"ANGELINA! Oh, Angelina!" Katie mocked. Oh, Merlin, she was too much.

"Why is she moaning your name—that's just--"

"I'm imitating you, Fred Weasley," she said when she was closer to the portrait hole.

"What? When do I ever moan--" the expression faded from his face. "KATIE! I am going to murder you!" He started running after her and I heard her laugh from outside the common room just before the portrait hole shut.

Haha. Good times.

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CHYEAH: Okay, just another in between chapter. Nothing is really going to climatic until Fred and George leave--well, actually there is something with Alicia and George as well as Katie and Lee..but it's just the regular until then, really. We'll see what happens. Sorry about the--lack of drama. Review, please. Thanks all.

I need your assistance, guys. I am seriously thinking about making Fred cheat on Angelina..I usually don't ask for you guys to help write the story or anything..but give me some feedback on the idea. Thanks much.