TOO MUCH & MORE: Yeah, wow. Chapter Twelve is here and frankly--I'm sad the story is coming to an end. Only about five or so chapters left. But, no need to worry because I will be writing a sequel--or trilogy, I guess. And after that, I know I'll write another. So, yeah--this will keep going on--FOREVER. Lol. Well, there is still no Fred cheating on Ang--I'm just not sure if it is going to happen. GOOD NEWS--for you Katie & Lee supporters--much more of them in this chapter as well as some Alicia & George. Yay. Anyways, read and review, folks.

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"I missed you, Fred Weasley," I said to him. I was in the shower and he was sitting on the toilet, waiting.

"You too, Ang. Why are you in there and I'm not, again?" I saw his fingers grab at the curtain.

"No. I'm showering and going to bed, Fred," I grabbed the curtain and held it in place.

"Angelina—I had to last twenty-six damn days without so much as seeing another female that I wasn't related to. Now, I finally see you and we shag one and a half times? You must be joking."

I peaked my head out and looked at him, "You forgot about what happened before we shagged—does that not count?"

He thought for a minute, a smile spreading across his face. He nodded, "I can't believe you did that."

"It's not the first time, Fred," I went back to showering.

"No, it's not. Angelina—come on."

I poked my head from around the curtain, dripping with water, "You know I love it when you're all--"

"Don't say it—it sounds really perverted."

He got up and walked over to the shower, putting his face really close to mine, "wet," he whispered before kissing me. That was rather hot, I must admit. "Come on, Ang." We had finished kissing and he threw me a towel.

"I don't have clothes, Fred."

"I know, you're sleeping here tonight," he gave me the once-over and turned back towards the mirror. He must just love looking at himself. He messed with his hair a bit.

"Without clothes?"

"Exactly," he smiled at me and helped me out of the shower so I wouldn't slip—like last time.

"Fred go make sure that George and Lee's curtains are closed on their beds, please."

"They are," he just peeked out the door.

"Fred—hang on," I said before proceeding out the door, "we have classes tomorrow. I need to get some sleep—in my room."

"Angelina Johnson!" He picked me up and carried me to his bed. He then closed the curtains and did a nice silencing charm.

"Fred!" I whined.

"Angelina! I haven't like—tasted—that's a nice word for it—you in forever. Well, once today, but still--"

"Well, my lips are right here, Fred Weasley."

"I wasn't talking about your lips, Ang. Well, not the ones on your face anyway."

"FRED! You're disgusting," I threw a pillow at him.

"You like it. So shut up," he sat down at the end of the bed while I was against the pillows. "I missed you this past Christmas, Miss Johnson," he looked up at me and smirked.

"And I, you, Mr. Weasley," I looked at him with the same expression on my face. "This Christmas was not nearly as exciting as last."

"Good. I would be ashamed if a turkey was more exciting than what we did," he laughed.

"No, not nearly."

"You remember the Yule Ball last year?"

"Of course."

"First," he came closer to me, "we started snogging in a corridor."

"Yeah, and you were reaching your hand up my leg—and I called you on it."

"Yeah. I didn't think I was going to get anything after that. I honestly didn't think you were a virgin."

"Really? Interesting."

"Well, when I told you to come up to my room I didn't think you would come at all. But, you did."

"Yeah, you carried my up to it and I was worried the whole time. I swore I was looking like a complete loser—being with Fred Weasley and—I just felt lame."

"You shouldnt've."

"Well, I did and then we were up there and you said we didn't have to shag and I didn't believe you. I was about to—to say something and then you started kissing me. Honestly, I don't think I've ever been able to resist your kisses."

He smiled and inched his way closer to me. "What can I say?"

"We were snogging—and I was on top of you," I laughed. "I must've been a complete tease, eh?"

"Yeah. It was killing me, really."

"You tried again—at my dress. You said you were just straightening it. I don't know why it mattered because I ended taking it off anyway."

He laughed, "I swear—I almost lost it then. My shirt was off—your dress was off and we were—snogging. I swore I would just lose it there. Then, you told me you were a virgin—I don't know what I said because I was about to have a heart attack."

"You said—you were honored," I laughed.

He laughed, "Yeah."

"I was so nervous. I had no idea what was going to happen," I ran my fingers through my hair—which was still wet. "You told me—'Don't worry, Ang'," I laughed.

"And I did something like this, right?" he came up to me and started kissing me. One of his hands was holding the side of my face and the other was on my hip—above the towel.

"Yeah," I smiled, "but you were a bit gentler."

"So how did I go about it, Ang?"

"Well, you kept me focused on your mouth," I kissed him. "while your hands were wandering elsewhere." I laughed.

"Right."

About ten minutes later Fred and I were just laying next to each other in the bed. Just—looking at the ceiling—oh how eventful.

"Well, I haven't done that in a while," Fred stated. He exhaled loudly.

"Sure haven't." Haha..nice.

We laid in silence for a while. I wasn't sure if he was asleep or not. I was cold, so I got under the covers. I turned sideways, away from him. I felt Fred scoot up against me so we were wrapped in each other, his arms around me. I turned over again—so I was facing him. Our faces—maybe two centimeters away from each other. I couldn't resist—I had to kiss him. My lips lightly brushed against his, "Good night."

"Good night, Love," he said, kissing me once more.

I—wake up to Fred Weasley. I—sleep with Fred Weasley (in both meanings). Damn, life is good.

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"Angelina," I was being shaken—why was someone shaking me? "Ang."

"Yeah?" I opened my eyes and saw Fred.

"It's about six—I figured you might want to get back to your dormitory in order to—prepare yourself, or something. I can't imagine the look on McGonagall's face on the first day of term she sees her precious Quidditch captain coming out of the boys' dormitory," he smiled at me and I just nodded, pressing my hair down.

"Yeah," I said, opening the curtain to his four poster.

"Angelina, you might want to dress, first—I really don't think you want Lee and George seeing you in just your knickers, Love."

I quickly closed the curtain. I smiled back at him, "Can I borrow one of your t-shirts, please?"

"Certainly. Will this work?" he took off his t-shirt. I guess it'll have to, won't it?

I just nodded, "And some shorts—or boxers or whatever. You don't have to give me those off your person," I smiled.

He disappeared from view, I guess he was going to his trunk. He came back and tossed some boxers at me, "I like these, I think I'll keep them," I laughed.

"You look better in them than me—go ahead," he smiled.

"Thanks, Fred."

"Yup."

"I'll see you in class, then."

"See you," he shook his hair out of his eyes and then crawled back into his bed.

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Well, it's two days into the new term and what wretched woman Umbridge is already causing more trouble. We have a new Decree stating that teachers can only talk to students about the certain subjects they teach.

We were in Defense Against the Dark Arts today and Lee commented, "Exploding Snap's got nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, professor! That's not information relating to your subject!" Good one, Lee. She couldn't tell them off for playing it. But, of course that's not how it works. Lee got detention, poor kid. However, I did notice that when Katie passed him in the hallway they shared a long—intense stare.

Anyway, January was a pretty boring month—just as the start of any term is. We had our D.A. meetings, practices, classes, and everything else. Alicia and George were constantly arguing about the most stupid of things. Katie and Lee—I have no idea, I should ask.

Fred and I—we're still Fred and I and we're always going to be just Fred and I. That's that.

Today—is February the fourteenth which means today is—Valentine's Day. AND GUESS WHAT? Quidditch practice, folks. We don't have time to waste—we're practicing every day I can book the field. We play Hufflepuff in a week.

Fred and George decided they would watch practice. Lucky—because I had someone to rant and rave to—and cry. Our team horribly disgusted me—Hufflepuff is going to shatter us. And they aren't even that good!

I was in the changing rooms, banging my head against the locker. Fred sat beside me.

"You saw it! You know how terrible we are!" I was waving my hands in the air like a mad woman.

"Honestly, Angelina—relax. I'm sure it'll be fine." He sat behind me so that I was now between his legs. He started massaging my shoulders. Nice.

"We're going to be slaughtered on that field, Fred. It's suicide playing with our team in this condition!"

"Angelina, honestly—at least you can play Quidditch. George, Harry and I—are banned."

He was right, and I was being a bit selfish. But this sucked—really bad, "I'm sorry, Fred."

"Yeah," he tapped my arm, "but come on! Relax. Go take a shower and just—relax. It'll be fine," he smirked.

"You better come with me—I think I'll try and drown myself if left alone."

"It would be my pleasure."

"Better be my pleasure—all this damn stress I'm having to undergo," I stomped all the way over to the showers.

Fred just laughed. He followed me and sat outside of it—being a gentleman. He gave me my towel after I had finished.

"Thank you," I said, wrapping it around me.

"Angelina, you know it's Valentine's Day, right?"

"Yeah—yeah, I suppose it is. I haven't really been thinking about it."

"You remember last Valentine's Day then?"

I smiled. That would be the day I lost my virginity to Mr. Fred Weasley. I nodded, still smiling. It's Valentine's Day and I'm in the changing rooms complaining about Quidditch.

"I'm sorry, Fred."

"No, if you just want to—relax or something," he smiled weakly.

"I'm just so—tired. I'll make it up to you, all right? I promise," I kissed him.

"I'll definitely hold you to that one, Ang."

I smiled at him, and went to change. When I came out, he was already gone. So, I guess I'm walking back to the castle alone. Nice.

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I went straight to bed and when I woke up it was like—two in the morning. Hmm, I decided—maybe I should see who is up.

"Well look who it is! Mr. and Mrs. Lee Jordan!"

Of course, it was Katie and Lee. They were snogging before the fire—how cute…

"Ang!" Katie separated from Lee.

"You should've gone up to the room, guys."

"Can't," Lee said. "George's got someone up there with him."

"Certainly not Alicia?" I asked, rather surprised.

"Doubtful," Katie said.

"So you two--"

"No," Katie said, eyeing Lee.

Lee opened his mouth to speak, but I interrupted him, "Where is Fred, then?"

"Out somewhere," Lee responded.

"Thanks, but I'll just go back to bed, then," I run my fingers through my hair and began up the stairs. I was at the top when I heard the portrait door open and close, as well as Lee and Fred talking.

"No, George is up there," Lee said.

I had walked back down the stairs.

"What are you still doing up?" Fred asked.

"I thought I'd see if you were still up. I just took a nap."

"Right, well—I guess I'm sleeping on the couches tonight," he plopped down on one of the ones farther away from the fire. "See how much of a good brother I am? I'm not going up there while he's trying to shag anyone, Lee."

"Well this is one day out of a whole school year, Fred. You and Angelina are always up there so you don't have to worry about it." Oh good, Merlin—people, please.

"We're not always up there," Fred replied. Uh, yeah we are.

I just came and sat down in one of the larger chairs so I could stretch out.

"Do you two mind?" Lee asked. No, but thanks.

"I'm sleeping here, so get used to it. Go on, not like I care," Fred commented.

"You haven't asked her out anyway," I pointed out.

"Maybe I was going to, Angelina," Um—is he getting an attitude?

"Well, go on. No one is stopping you," I smirked at Katie and she gave me a mean look—fine, then.

Lee stared daggers at Fred and I before taking Katie's hand and leading her toward the stairs.

"Have you forgotten about George?" Fred asked.

"They've been up there about two hours—I doubt they're still at it, Fred."

"Well, in that case," he got up from the couch and stretched, "I'm going to bed."

"Good night," I said to them.

"That wasn't an invite for you, Fred!" Lee said, stopping him from proceeding up the stairs.

"You want to shag the lady, go the Room of Requirement. There is no way I'm sleeping on those damn couches," He pushed Lee aside and proceeded up the stairs.

"What the hell, mate?" Lee threw up his hands. Then he whispered something that sounded like "walking her to her room". Aw, he's sweet. Nice.

"FRED!" That's odd—I've never heard a boy scream Fred's name—good thing, too.

"Hey, is that Alicia?"

"Shh. She's asleep." Oh good lord! What is wrong with these people? I'm curious as to how Alicia got all the way up to their room without anyone seeing her?

"Nice, George. Really nice."

"Hang on," I said. I looked at Katie and Lee, "I have to see this for myself."

"You might want to wait until George gets some clothes on first," Lee said with a smile on his face.

"Right," I heard Lee say good night to Katie and come up behind me. He grabbed my shoulders and shook them a bit.

"This is just mad," he said before preceding me and walking into the room.

I walked in and saw George quickly pull his curtain closed.

"Yeah, I already know she's in here, loser," I laughed.

"What can I say? She can't resist," George poked his head out of the curtains and gave a nice smile before ducking his head back in.

I started laughing and looked back at the opened door to see Katie and Lee snogging against the wall just outside. What the hell is this—the Love Shack? "Is everyone hooking up tonight? Good Merlin, I'm going to bed." And I thought Katie was going to her room?

"Good night, Angelina!" George said. He still had the curtain drawn.

"Night, George. Bring my Quidditch player back in one piece, all right?" I laughed, walking out of the room.

"Oh, I always do."

My friends—are way too much. Seriously, we are. And hey—why is everyone still up? It's two in the damn morning, people. They're lucky we don't have classes tomorrow.

"Move, people!" I said, still laughing. I lightly pushed Lee and Katie out of my way.

"Hey, hey. I told you I was just saying good night."

"Pretty damn good night, it is for you guys."

"Hell yes, it is!" George said from the room. Loser.

I headed towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitory and saw that Fred was in front of it—with his arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

I just smiled, shaking my head. I walked over to him and just looked at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Think you're going to bed without giving me a kiss, then, Ang?"

"By the way you look, seems you want more than a kiss," I smiled at him.

"I always want more than I kiss. But I can't get pushy, now can I?"

I shrugged, "I like it when you're pushy."

"Oh, do you?" He laughed and pulled me into a hug, "Good night," he kissed me on the forehead and I pulled away.

I shrugged, "I'm not really all that tired anymore."

Fred gave me a look that said 'I hate you', then he smiled, "What if I'm tired. What if I want to go to sleep. Why do I always have to say yes?" he had a smile on his face the whole while.

"Fine, I was just saying," I started to walk past him and he grabbed my arm.

"Unless of course you wanted to go to the--"

"I don't know, Fred. It's not even Valentine's Day—I don't know if I'm even in the mood--"

"Come on, woman!"

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We ended up just—snogging like mad in a corridor before we saw Mrs. Norris and decided to run for it.

We got back in the common room, laughing and out of breath. I was about to go over to the couches and sit—but I saw some action happening on the couch.

It was Katie and Lee—they were snogging like it was the end of the world.

"Excuse us," Fred said, spotting them.

"Oh, hi guys!" Katie came up for air, but Lee was still kissing her.

"Um—could you get a room or something?" I asked.

"George kicked us out," Lee said. He rested his head on the arm of the couch. Did I forget to mention the position they were in? They must've taken after Fred and I. Well, Katie was laying on top of Lee—could've been shagging if they didn't have clothes on—ew.

"Yeah," Katie said. Lee had taken to kissing her neck—what the world? Since when were they the poster children for PDA? (Public Display of Affection, people.) "He asked me out," Katie smiled, "finally," she added in an undertone.

"Great, now you can shag," I said sarcastically, throwing them a smile.

Lee gave a wink, though. I just rolled my eyes and pushed Fred towards the stairs.

"Good night, you guys."

"Night," they chorused.

Note to self: Avoid sitting on common room couches at all costs.

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It is the twenty-first of February—today we played Hufflepuff. Let me just outline it for you—because if I go into detail I might go bonkers. Ron—missed fourteen goals. Sloper—missed the Bludger and hit me in the mouth. Kirke—fell off of his broom. Plus side? We only lost by ten points because Ginny caught the Snitch.

Ron has been attempting to resign. Honestly, we are already terrible, I know—I just know that if he asserts himself, or keeps his calm—he has it within him.

Anyway, the aura in the common room after the game was a dismal one. You'd think someone had died. Our spirit—our pride—broken because of a damn Quidditch game.

No one was going up their rooms and no couples were hooking up—no sir. All of Gryffindor was just sitting slumped over around the fire or wandering aimlessly around the castle. It was rather depressing.

Well, I know I'm Angelina Johnson and I know my life is great—pretty much all of the time. However, it's not perfect, right? No, not at all. Not at all.

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UM..YEAH: How was it? Everyone is back together. Actually, when I started writing this I hadn't planned on Katie and Lee getting back together--but there was tension so I decided to go on with it. Also, Alicia and George needed to get back together for a certain reason--you'll see. And--nothing new with Angelina and Fred--besides the fact that he was aimlessly wandering around the castle at two in the morning..hmm..curious? Lol..who knows. I highly doubt--well, never mind. I'll let you guys figure it out. :) Review, please.

Oh, and reviews haven't been showing up--they are e-mailed to me and they don't show up on here. So, if you get a PM from me it's a review reply. Thanks much.