HONESTLY: There is too much. Too much. I don't know if Fred should cheat on Angelina or not. WEll, it doesn't happen in this chapter, if it does happen. I don't know. I can't say if he will or won't. I'll see how it plays out. Thank you guys for sharing your opinions. OKAY! Definately some more stuff about Katie and Lee in this chapter, a bit funny really. UMMM definately some more Fred and Ang action--when is there not Fred and Ang action? Haha. Well, this goes from...November to December to January. Christmas is covered very quickly because it's not all that important. Alright, folks--read and review. Thanks much.

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"Listen, listen--"

"Fred, I really don't think--"

"Shut up, Angelina!"

"Oh, no!" he covered my mouth.

"Listen," he whispered, uncovering my mouth. He held his finger to his lips. I nodded.

"Lee--"

"Honestly, Katie, it's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal to me!"

"But—I mean, Angelina and Alicia—with Fred and George--"

"Yeah, and they were actually courting a while before they decided to shag. You don't even have the bullocks enough to ask me out, Lee."

"Fine, will you go out with me, dear sweet Katie?"

"No."

"What! No? You mean it?"

"Yes! I do! Because you just want to court so we can shag. That's not going to happen Lee!"

"You can't deny you don't want to--"

"I haven't denied anything. You're just going about it the wrong way."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know there was a right way. I thought shagging was shagging and went two people like each other—they shag."

"You disgust me, Lee Jordan."

"Oh shit, Angelina—go!" Fred pushed me and we ran back down the stairs because we heard Katie footsteps. Soon, we heard the door being slammed behind us and just as we jumped onto the couches, Katie came stomping down the stairs.

You see, Fred thought it would be funny if we eavesdropped on Katie and Lee's conversation while they were in Lee's dorm.

"I—CAN'T—BELIEVE—HIM!" She gasped, coming over to us. She plopped down on the couch opposite Fred. Her cheeks were tearstained and she wiped them with the backs of her hands.

Fred and I looked at each other. Neither of us said anything.

Katie looked between the two of us, looking seriously distraught, "Do you know what nerve he has?" Fred and I shook our heads. "He wants to shag and hasn't even asked me out yet! Then he had the nerve to ask me out. What an idiot, he is. A ruddy git. Ugh!" She got off of the couch and started pacing the common room.

"Katie, calm down," I said, getting up as well. I looked at Fred. "What happened, Kates?"

"I just told you!" she threw her hands down. "I hate him," she whispered menacingly.

"Katie, you don't hate him—he's just a guy."

"A very stupid guy."

I smirked, "Come on. Just relax. Go get some sleep. Think about it. Calm down. Wake up—and talk to him when both your hormones aren't raging, all right?" I attempted to make her smile, and the side of her mouth twitched—good enough.

"Honestly, Katie—if I wasn't such the charmer I am, I would've done the same thing to Angelina," Fred said from over by the couches.

Katie nodded, ready to accept the fact that Lee was—in fact—a guy and guys think about sex a lot. He just needed to practice asking Katie—in a more appropriate manner—haha.

"Fred--" Katie looked over at him. "Talk to him please." She gave a polite smile, though I could tell it was forced. "Night."

"G'Night."

Katie went up the stairs and into the dorm. When we were sure she was gone, Fred and I started laughing. I walked back over to the couches. I sat on the same couch as Fred, but on the other end. Fred has his legs spread out and they reached past the arm.

"Why don't you come over here, Ang?" he said to me.

"Do you need something, Fred?"

"Yeah, you."

I rolled my eyes, "You're too much."

He shrugged. Then, he just looked at me and I decided to crawl over to his end of the couch. We were laying there, more so on top of each other than side by side. Hey—it was a fairly small couch.

"All this talk about shagging, Ang--"

I laughed, "I'm rather tired, really."

"Been shagging someone else, have you?"

"Oh, when do I have the time, Fred? Honestly, we have practices, and the D.A. meetings, and classes—I don't have anytime for anything else, nevertheless time to cheat on you," I laughed, and I guess the way I moved when I laughed—did something for Fred, because he flinched a little bit and inhaled really quick.

I smiled, "Sorry."

"I swear—if Lee wasn't in the room--" he bit his lip.

"How horrible would that be?"

"He'd understand," Fred said. I just knew he was smiling. I was laying on his chest, and I turned over so my chest was against his. He exhaled, "Easy, Ang."

I kissed him—tenderly—that's a nice word for it, because it was just lips—nice.

"Ang, Ang, Ang--" he pulled away. "Just lay here—because if we start kissing—we snog—and then—you know the process. Just lay here and talk to me—just don't laugh. So talk and stay perfectly still, okay?"

I looked up at him and kissed the tip of his nose. I don't know why I like doing that, but I do. In turn, he kissed my forehead. This was calm—us at our utmost calmness. Does that make sense?

Anyways, we were just laying there and a thought crossed my mind. "Fred?"

"Yeah?"

"When has Lee being in your room ever stopped you from wanting to shag?" I laughed. Oh, haha. Sorry again.

"Well, I'm about to stop being such a gentleman," He smiled down at me.

"No, let the boy sleep. I'm tired myself," I started to get up and he pushed me back on him. "Okay, then," I smiled and then relaxed again. "Where is Alicia? And George, where is George?"

"I honestly doubt they're together, Ang. You remember how long it took George to ask Alicia out the first time?"

"Yeah."

"Well, yeah. And he says he kind of likes being single again. Can't blame him, myself," He laughed.

"Not funny, Mr. Weasley."

"I thought it was funny."

"It's not. Is George already shagging other girls?" I asked, simply out of curiosity.

"I don't know. Probably."

"You boys just can't wait, can you?"

"Sure we can. But birds are in such high supply—why deny them?" He laughed and I just got a smile on my face. He noticed I wasn't talking and I guess I had a displeased look on my face. "Still curious about me, aren't you?"

"Very much so."

"Yeah, well, there is so much to tell. Is there anything you want to know—that I could tell you now?"

"What is this? Confessions?"

"Sure."

"Oh, all right. Why don't you start by asking me a question?"

"Okay--" he thought for a minute. "Do you want kids?"

"Not any time soon. It surprises me when you ask that, honestly."

"Well, I come from a large family. Naturally, I just want to know."

"All right, then."

"And do you want those kids to have flaming red hair and caramel colored skin?"

I laughed, as did he. Was he honestly serious? I know, he's just brushing about it, but--hmm.

"Who knows," I said.

"Fair enough. Now, ask me a question," he began stroking my hair.

"All right, Fred. Name all of your past girlfriends and what you've done with them."

"No fair!"

"Is so!"

"That's not fair, Angelina. Because you're going to get mad at me. The results are surprising," he was still smiling.

"Fine, don't tell me," I turned myself around and began to get up. Yet again, he pulled me back down and now my back was against his chest. He then leaned over and started kissing me from across the shoulder. He had to move a bit to do so and we shifted on the couch. So, we were kissing innocently at first, then—it got a bit—heavier. Soon enough, he turned us over and he was laying on top of me—this was not good. Not good.

"Fred, Fred--" I moved my face away from his. "We need to stop, now."

"What makes you think that?" He smiled at me.

"One—look at yourself. Two—we're in the common room."

He smiled, "Yeah, I know—one and two," He attempted to kiss me again, but I stopped him.

"No. That's disgusting."

"We do it practically everywhere else."

"The day I shag in Snape's cauldron will be a cold day in hell. Now, get up," I attempted to raise myself from the couch.

"Fine," Surprisingly, he just scooted over to the other side of the couch.

"You're still having that one problem again--"

"Yeah, it doesn't just go away like magic, Ang," he replied smartly.

"Yeah, I see. I'm going to bed," I got up from the couch and looked back at him. He was looking into the fire, running his fingers through his hair. "Good night," I said weakly.

"Night," I he said, not looking at me. Then, he realized I was still there and he smirked at me. "Having trouble sleeping without me?" He turned back to the fire.

I smiled, "I'll manage."

I walked back towards the stairs. It would've been the opportune moment to say an 'I love you', but he and I remained silent. And good night.

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December came, and with it—snow. Christmas was approaching, so the castle was lavishly decorated. I was very anxious for the holidays, simply because it would be a break from everything. I wouldn't have to worry about Quidditch and classes, nor—everything else. I could just spend a nice holiday with my family.

I had—in fact, found replacements for the team. Luckily, it's finished. Ginny is playing Seeker, Jack Sloper and Andrew Kirke are playing Beaters. None of them compare to Harry, Fred, and George—but they aren't terrible.

Anyways, it's the eighteenth of December and there is a D.A. meeting today. Alicia, Katie, and I came up from the pitch and headed towards the Room of Requirement.

We made it to the seventh floor and entered the room, greeted by Harry.

"Well, we've replaced you," I said bluntly just as I entered.

"Replaced me?"

"You and Fred and George. We've got another Seeker!"

"Who?" Harry asked quickly.

"Ginny Weasley," Katie said beside me.

Harry gaped at me, "Yeah, I know. But she's pretty good, actually. Nothing on you, of course," I gave him a dirty look, "but as we can't have you…"

"And what about the Beaters?" he asked after a few moments.

"Andrew Kirke," Alicia said, rather dully, "and Jack Sloper. Neither of them are brilliant, but compared with the rest of the idiots who turned up…"

All evening I was throwing Harry looks, but he'll be fine. It's not my fault the idiot—grr. Well, the meeting went well and ended pleasantly with various 'Happy Christmas's.

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Something—terrible has happened. The evening that the last D.A. meeting Harry—he—saw something. It was odd. Fred wrote me a very scribbled note of all of three sentences. He's at St. Mungo's and he won't be able to see me at all before Christmas—but just shortly after the New Year. I know I'm not of utmost importance, saying as his father is seriously injured, so I'm fine. It's good, really—that's he's with his family.

I'm finally at home—with my parents. It feels good to be home—to be away from everything. Classes, Quidditch, the D.A., Fred—I love it all, but sometimes one just needs to rest. I remember last Christmas—with the Yule Ball—and Fred. That night was definitely a memorable one.

Anyway, Christmas Day came and my mother cooked a wonderful dinner. It was just the three of us. My older brother--he works at the Ministry. I think he's in Japan for something, I have no idea. Anyways, later on, I got packages from those wonderful friends of mine—and some others from my family. It was nice, pleasant—simple.

The next day, I got a letter from Alicia saying that she kept thinking about Fred—and George—all the Weasleys and how horrible it must be for them. Mainly, it just made her realize that she wished she was still close to George. In all honesty, they don't need each other—but they are both much happier when they are together.

I don't know what is wrong with Katie. I guess she is still mad at Lee or something. However, once Valentine's Day comes I'm pretty sure everyone will be back together. That's what holidays do—they make you want someone, really. I don't know. It's been a while since I've actually tried to understand how people's minds work.

Well, Christmas was lovely, but frankly it wasn't all that eventful. It's January and the new term starts tomorrow. Fred and George are due back rather soon—thank the greater good. Let me count the days—18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12—Fred and George come back the twelfth. That is nearly a month—a month. Now, if you remember—Fred could hardly stand two weeks without shagging. However, circumstances are different—he's had his father ill in the hospital. I doubt he was thinking about shagging while he was visiting with his family. They're rather important to him. Still, that doesn't mean when we finally see each other it's not going down—because it is.

Okay, it's the twelfth—nine o'clock in the evening. Alicia, Katie, Lee, and I are waiting in the common room. We decided that we would wait for Fred, George—and the rest of the Weasleys as well as Harry and Hermione.

It was late when they finally got back. I didn't pay attention to the time, really. The six of them, Alicia, Katie, Lee, and myself were chatting about in the common room. We shared stories about our Christmases. We were sitting in front of the fire and Fred kept looking at me past the back of Ginny's head. He was laying on the couch and she on the floor.

"Well, all—it's been lovely, it has. However," he got up, stretching and yawning all the while, " I am exhausted. I think I'm going to turn in, then."

"Actually, I'm quite tired myself," George said.

"No!" Fred said, his expression changing. "No, no, you stay. Stay. Enjoy time with everyone. Come in—much, much later. Good night all," he threw a look over his shoulder—at me, of course. Fred Weasley, you are too much. Well, I'm surprised he lasted all this time—twenty plus days and a couple hours of actually being in the vicinity with me? Wow. Good job.

We continued talking for about ten minutes before I decided that I would "turn in" as well. I bid them a good night and continued my way up the stairs—and to Fred's dormitory.

I was about to knock on the door when it was opened and I was swept inside, my face instantly caught in his hands and my lips on his like magnets.

Oh, Merlin it felt so good to just feel him again. Not the nasty way, you perverts—just—him—being there. Having him here. Oh, Merlin—talk about craving, longing. I don't think we wasted any time. My shirt and his were ripped off in a matter of seconds, while snogging was still in progress. Just as we were going for the pants—maybe thirty seconds after I entered the room—I talked in between kissing.

"The door, Fred, the door."

"I really don't care. They could walk in all they want—I'm not stopping for one second. Twenty-six days, Ang. Twenty-six."

After that, there was no more talking. None. There wasn't time. Okay, so—two minutes in the room. I was already on the bed—partially starkers. How nice is that? Anyways, I was more so on the edge of the bed—laying on it with my legs over the side, right? Yes. He was standing with his feet on the floor and he kind of bent over the bed to put his mouth to mine—ah, the kissing. Oh, the many wonderful things Fred Weasley can do with that mouth of his—haha.

Let's just say I had put a pillow over my mouth so I wouldn't wake the whole castle. Hey, hey—that was just the first bit. We haven't even shagged yet. Haha. Wow. I bet you wish you had my life.

"Liked that, did you, Ang?" Fred smiled.

"Shut up," I brought him on top of me as I scooted back to the head board—no longer on the edge of the bed, see? Of course, I shut him up by kissing him. It really was the only way. "Would you like for me to make you scream, Fred Weasley?" I asked jokingly.

"I don't scream," he said as he started kissing my collarbone. "I make girls scream."

"You're too much," I said, enjoying his perfectly placed kisses.

"From the way you scream—I'd say I'm just enough."

"How about I shut you up, then?" I pushed him off me and turned him over. This time I was the one perfectly placing those kisses. Haha. I am the shit.

Mind you, we still haven't shagged. However, we haven't exactly been quiet about what we have been doing, either.

"Liked that, did you, Fred?" I mocked him.

"Yeah, I think you should do it again."

"Actually, I think I'm going to take a shower--"

"We haven't even done anything yet."

"But—hey—we could," I smiled at him from over my shoulder. I had swung my legs over the edge of the bed.

"Oh, Merlin, Ang. What the hell are you trying to do—talking to me like that?" I don't think he's ever run to the bathroom faster.

Well, now, the room wasn't silenced—the door wasn't locked—and we definitely weren't quiet about it. Do I give a damn? Hell no.

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"I don't hear anything."

"Maybe Angelina actually went to her own room, George."

"It's very doubtful. It's been twenty something days since they've seen each other—they're doing something."

"Maybe they silenced the room."

"Go on, Lee. See if it's locked."

"No, it's not."

"Wow. Maybe she is actually in her room."

"You could always ask Alicia."

"Never."

"Okay, then. In you go!"

"Oh, Merlin. Is that the shower going, Lee? Lee—is that the shower?"

"I'd say it is, George."

"Come on—to the couches for us, mate."

"I'm not sleeping on those damn couches all term, George."

BAM!

"Oh, good Merlin—either someone fell or they are shagging—against the door. Either way—I'd rather not see. You can stay if you please, Lee. Not me."

"Fred probably dropped some shampoo or something. There is no way I'm sleeping on that damn couch. Here, I'll ask."

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Knock! Knock!

"Hang on, Ang--"

"No, don't answer it."

"But--"

"Fred Weasley—I swear—if you stop—I will kill you."

"Right."

"Good."

"HELLO! FRED ARE YOU IN THERE?" Who the hell is that?

"What the hell?" he said.

"Just ignore it Fred, please."

"Should I turn off the shower, then?"

"No. Then—they'll hear us."

"But--"

"Just shut up and focus, all right?"

"It's hard to focus with people BANGING ON THE DOOR!"

"YOU ALL RIGHT IN THERE, FRED?" It had to be Lee, the idiot. He's just mad because Katie won't shag him.

"I'M FINE!"

"All right then. We're going to bed, all right?"

"Hang on--"

"Fred!"

He—we—separated. Damn it. He whipped over the curtain and threw a towel around—himself. He was still—soaking—wet. Haha.

"What the hell do you want!" He opened the door. I was just—standing—in the shower—the water still going.

"I was just seeing if you were in here."

"No! I'm not! The shower is just going by itself, Lee!"

"Right, then. George and I—will be going to bed then."

"No. You won't. Angelina and I are trying to have some—private time. Do you mind?"

"I do. I actually want to sleep this term."

"Lee, you ass!" Fred slammed the door and I peaked around the curtain. Fred swished his hair from one side to another and started running his fingers through it. "Come on out, Ang."

I turned off the water and got a towel to wrap around myself. Then, I stepped out and he was still looking in the mirror. I came behind him and hugged him around the waist. I kissed his shoulders—they were pretty just like every other part of him. He was just built pretty.

He turned around and started kissing me some more. His hand right was on the side of my face and his left was on the side of my neck. Sounds odd—but it was perfect. I don't know—he was being—a bit rough, really.

"Bed or door?" He said going for my neck. What? Bed or door? What is that? Oh—I'm stupid.

"Fred, I really don't feel comfortable with your brother and Lee right there—here. Two steps away," he didn't respond. He was still wrapped up in kissing me—places. "Fred?"

"Don't worry about it, Ang. I'll silence the room--" Um—my towel is gradually getting lower.

"But they already know I'm here."

"And?" he reached around and unfolded my towel from around me.

"Fred—Fred," Okay. So, now we were against the door.

"Come on, Ang. It's been twenty-six days. And we were interrupted."

"I told you to ignore them."

"Last chance—bed or door?"

"Ugh! Fred! Fine—door."

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THEY ARE TOO MUCH: I can't help it..I have to write about them--being--them. I can't resist. Anyways, leave me some more reviews and get the next chapter. Thanks much for everything.