Wow..we got the lines back. Anyways, yes--as promised, here is the next chapter. Also, we get--some drama..bad drama sad drama..what have you. Fred and George are about to leave. Review, thanks.

Fred and George's birthday wishes were very simple. They wanted a simple party—with lots of firewhisky so everyone got pissed. And because everyone was pissed—everyone would get laid as well. Haha, those two are too much. Unfortunately, everyone wasn't as lenient with the plan as they would've liked and some people refused to drink a sip—praise Godric.

I don't know if the two planned on getting so pissed to the point where the four of us—Lee, Katie, Alicia, and myself—had to carry them up to their beds. I doubt it. But, they did—get really pissed and that would not be good in the morning. I know Fred is going to be rather mad about that in the morning—because—we only shagged once. But, hey—I didn't tell him to take that—sixth bottle or something. Who knows.

The four of us were discussing the day when we too passed out. However, it was more from exhaustion. We all woke up the next morning entangled in each other on the common room floor. I'll tell you—Lee is more flexible than he puts on. I'm worried.

Anyways, we disentangled ourselves from ourselves and proceeded to our dorms where we each showered and readied ourselves for the day ahead. I decided I should check and see if the twins were okay and when I got up to their room they were both taking turns vomiting into the toilet. Oh, I detest vomit. I had to leave and come back. So, Alicia returned with some kind of concoction Madam Pomfrey gave her for a sudden "sickness". I then entered the bathroom when all the vomit was gone and it smelled fresh. Fred and George stared up at me, they both had huge circles under their eyes and just looked horrible. Poor guys. I've never been that pissed.

"Ang," Fred stood up from being hunched over the toilet and came into my arms like a weak child yearning for his mother. It was adorable. I was kind of disgusted because I was thinking about the vomit—but it was all clear so I just held him there and ran my fingers through his lovely, vomit-free, ginger hair.

Oh, mind you—Alicia had since forgotten about the little thing about Not—So—Random giving George head. Something about Alicia was way better or something—haha. Just kidding. I don't know. But, they were fine. And here she was, vomit control. Oh, and it wasn't Puking Pastilles vomit—it was real—I'm sick vomit. More disgusting. Ugh. Makes me shudder thinking about it. I hate vomit. I will never have children that vomit. They will never. Ever. Never. I will send them to Fred—or what ever husband I have at the time. HOLD THE PHONE—hang on. Angelina just said her husband was going to be Fred. Wow. Wow. Wow. That surprises me to think about that. I never think about that. Never. I just don't think about the future—either because it's too dreamy or embarrassing or worrisome. I just don't do it. I'm one of those people who lives in the Now. Anyways, I just thought of Fred as being the father of my future children. Wow. Well, in all honesty, I don't think any guy could get better than Fred so I don't know who else I would ever have in my life so it kind of makes sense. Oh, I can't wait for the future now that I think about it.

Hmm. Mrs. Fred Weasley. Ew. I never thought Fred was the type to get married. A player for life. He's changed—a bit. A lot. Angelina Weasley. No. Angelina Johnson-Weasley. That's fancier. Besides, Angelina Weasley—just doesn't work. Why the hell am I thinking about this? Because now I'm holding a sick Fred Weasley in my arms and stroking his head—I thought about puking kids. Fred likes vomit. It could all work out.

"Come on," I led him over to his bed. This was the first time I had not seen him all happy in a while. He hardly has any other emotions besides happy--or randy--is that an emotion? Anyways, he's a happy person. Why do I continue going off on tangents like that? I don't know—I just can not picture myself in a wedding dress any time soon. Like—maybe twenty years from now. Or never. I don't think I would ever be able to picture me and Fred at an alter together—I just don't. Here I go again.

"Aw, you poor thing," I said to him as sat next to him on the bed.

"Why the hell did you let me drink so much, Ang?"

"It was your birthday."

"Yeah, it's okay if I get pissed—but you knew good and well my other intentions. They did not involve me having to sleep in one bed with my brother because the two of you were too tired to take us to our separate beds, all right?"

"Don't get snappy, Fred," Alicia said, walking George over to his bed.

He rolled his eyes.

"What would you have me do now, Fred?" I asked, beginning to stroke his hair again. I love his hair. Hell, I think I love every part of his anatomy.

"Angelina," he whined. I was sitting on his bed, resting my back against the headboard and he had his head in my lap.

"Yes?"

"Can you sing?" He asked. Wow, that's random.

"No, I can't sing," I laughed a bit.

"Just curious," he shrugged and it seemed like he was attempting to go to sleep. Now, my intentions were not to sit on this bed all day—whether there is action on it or not. I just do not remain stationary. I'm a busy person—I like to go places. Do things. Move. Not sit on beds even though I was enjoying stroking his hair—it was fun. I don't know why. It was—soothing.

Well, after about half an hour they were all right again. I think it was because of the potion. Maybe—yes. Katie poked her head in the door, "Is everyone all right?"

"Lee's a bit lonely. He hasn't been talking," Lee had drank a bit as well. Though not nearly as much as Fred and George.

"Perhaps you could lend him your mouth," George said. We started laughing.

"Oh my--" Katie looked like she was going to cry again and she strutted back down the stairs.

"Will you two just leave her alone?" Lee sighed, getting off his bed and walking out of the room. "She hasn't touched me ever since!"

"You two really need to stop, all right?" I warned both of them.

"It's just too fun."

"How about--" I came closer to Fred and whispered in his ear. "No shagging until you shut it?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, "You're evil."

I shrugged, smiling, "Promise," I said, my face getting increasingly closer to his.

His jaw shifted, "I promise," he mumbled.

"Good," I crept back onto the bed.

"George—leave the room."

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Well, the rest of April went just like any other month. Of course, with some stabs at Katie and Lee, but what is a month without that? Not a month at all. Also, George and Alicia seem to be—peaceful. It is so odd. They are always together. I don't know what they're doing because I'm sure they can't possibly shag all the time—it's exhausting. Katie and Lee have stopped all PDA possible. They barely even hold hands in public. I don't know if anything has happened—or is happening. Probably not because Katie has a fear of discovery.

Anyway, we're all enjoying the start of the Easter Holiday.

"Ah! I need this holiday!" Fred said, stretching out on the couch with his hands behind his head and propping his feet on the arm of the couch.

"Yes! No more classes! No more--" Katie sighed.

"You mean much more time to--"

"Don't even start, Fred," I elbowed him.

He just rolled his eyes.

We were talking, about nonsense and I noticed Alicia looked thoroughly unhappy and quiet.

"What's up Alicia?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Then she proceeded to get up and walk out of the common room. What the world is wrong with these people?

"What's wrong with her George?" I looked over at him.

George then looked at Fred and raised his eyebrows, tilting his head.

"Can I speak with you in our room, dear brother?" Fred asked, his voice seemed a bit hostile.

Katie, Lee, and I shared a bewildered look. Fred and George left us.

"I'm going to see what they're talking about. Alicia looked seriously hurt!"

"Angelina—honestly--" Katie got up.

"I just want to see what's wrong! Sit down, woman," I got up and made my way up the stairs. Intending to listen to their conversation fully.

"YOU TOLD HER!"

"Of course I told her, I couldn't keep it a secret!"

"GEORGE! George!"

"You can tell Angelina as well!"

"I don't want to tell her!"

"WHY NOT?"

"Because she'll make me stay, George."

Moments of silence. What—wh—what are they walking about? Secret? What secret? And staying—where they planning on going somewhere? This doesn't make any sense.

"You want to go, then?"

"Of course I want to go! You think I'm staying in this damn place with that woman running things? We'll help Harry—and then we'll get on with it."

"Right, then. You're not going to tell her at all? Not a thing? Fred—that's not fair to her."

"Well what do you want me to say? How the devil am I supposed to tell her—I. There is no way—I just can't."

"Without so much as a goodbye?"

"What's going on?" I had opened the door and walked in.

"Angelina--"

Both of them looked towards the door and Fred's mouth was slightly open. I looked—very displeased I'm sure.

"Where are you going, Fred—George?"

They exchanged several looks in the few seconds it took them to respond.

"Where are you going?" I said, a bit more forcefully.

Fred bit his lip, "Angelina--"

"You're leaving. You're leaving Hogwarts?"

They looked at each other. George scratched his head and started to walk away.

"No! You're going as well—you've told Alicia—what is going on?" I started whining.

They shared another glance, "Speak! Say something."

"Angelina—George and I—yes, we were planning on leaving," Fred just came out and said it.

I nodded, I was either really pissed off or really sad—crying sad, "Why?" I managed.

"Because, Ang. There's nothing for us here! We're not going to work for the Ministry of Magic or work on foreign issues! We—we—joke and make stuff!" Joke and make stuff. Nice Fred.

"All right, I can understand wanting to leave—because academics don't mean anything—but leaving when there is only—not even two full months left in school!"

"I can't stand another day here, Ang!"

"Is there absolutely nothing that would give you a reason to stay? Nothing?"

"No. There is nothing."

"No one."

His expression completely faded and he threw his head back, "Ang--"

"Exactly. I guess Ang just isn't enough."

"Angelina, come on."

"I can't talk to you right now," I said—calmly, walking out of the room.

"Was Alicia this bad?" Fred asked George.

"She cried for hours, Fred."

Yeah, she cried for hours. Where the hell did this come from? Suddenly they're sick of school—they've been sick of school since it started! That doesn't mean you can just leave it! Ugh. I walked out of the common room and began to wander the endless number of corridors that are Hogwarts.

"Angelina," Fred said quietly. When he found me, I was at the top of the Astronomy Tower. I didn't answer him, nor did I look back. He put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off.

"Don't talk to me right now, Fred."

"Ang--"

"Two months! You can't wait—two months," I started laughing. "I can't stop you from going and I know you're going to—and I know why. It's just—what the hell am I going to do all these days without you here?" I laughed.

"You mean—you're not going to break up with me or anything?"

"Of course not, Fred. In all honesty I couldn't see me being with any other person. So, I mean—it's just going to be hard being at Hogwarts without you being here."

"You're not going to cry or anything?"

"I never cry." Or I like to think that I don't. "I'm just horribly pissed off at you. I don't want you to talk to me—it just doesn't make sense that I'm mad at you when I know that you're going to go—and there is really nothing—I know it's only a little bit. Well what the hell am I supposed to do after Hogwarts? And—I guess I'll get a flat near the Ministry--"

"What are you rambling on about?" He asked, turning me around.

"You're going to make Hogwarts terribly lonely for everyone."

"I suppose they'll have to last, won't they?"

"I guess I couldn't ask you to stay for me, could I? It wouldn't be fair to yourself or your brother." My last attempt.

"No, it wouldn't. But that doesn't mean it's not tempting."

"I don't know how you'll last--"

"Nor do I," he scratched his head, looking a bit childish in doing so. "Can we leave on good terms? You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Of course I am! It's a terribly idiotic thing to do! You're mother will kill you for it—and—and you're just—stupid. But I've told you—I don't think I can ever stay mad at you. It's a shame I'm like that—I--"

"I think it's flattering," he held my face and I knew he was going to kiss me, but I turned my head.

"I can--" I looked towards the ceiling. "I swore I would never fall in love."

"Angelina--" he sang my name, "You're crying."

"Am not."

"I think you look beautiful."

"Stop it," I swatted his hand away.

He was again to quick for me and he gave me a speedy kiss—right on one of my not—a—tear tears.

"Fred Weasley, I detest what you do to me."

"Which part?" he smiled and I could feel that he was going to make a joke about me screaming his name or something.

I shook my head.

"Angelina," he said. "Can we leave on really good terms?" he raised his eyebrows at me. I hate him, I do. Here the boy was, leaving me—and I couldn't help but want exactly what he did. I can't picture what it's going to be without the twins at Hogwarts—terribly boring and a tyrant at the hands of that bitch. But I swear—the day I see him again will be a good one.

"Fred--" I looked into his eyes—the lamest line ever written—and I got butterflies. Just like when we snogged for the first time. Or when you really are in like with someone and instantly a thought pops into your mind and it feels like your breath is taken away for .2 seconds. There is a sinking—but good feeling inside you right where your heart or stomach is. It's like—empty—for them to fill or something. You wish—that they were yours—and for me—mine all over again. It sounds lame—but that's the only way I can describe it.

"Don't act like this is only hurting you," he kissed me just once on the cheek. "Imagine Fred Weasley lasting two months without so much as seeing you—nevertheless shagging—or even kissing!" his eyes got big. "Dear Merlin, we're wasting time," he smiled and kissed my other cheek.

So I really want to allow myself to do this—reward him for leaving me? That's what it is—but it is becoming increasingly hard for me to resist him. We're in the Astronomy Tower—I remember last year when we got stuck up here. And that time before that where Megan—uh, bitch. But—we've never shagged up here because of that.

"I'll see you in the morning."

He looked at me questioningly.

"I'm still very upset, Fred. Very. I mean, I understand but that doesn't make up for the fact that--" he kissed me. He shut me up and kissed me. We kissed for a couple of minutes, and I pulled away. "Fred--"

"Shut up," he said playfully.

"Fred! You don't know how pissed off I am because I am trying to think of what the hell I am supposed to do at this school—with only Quidditch to look forward to!" I pulled away from him completely.

"You act like this is just for me!"

"It is! It's very selfish—you didn't even think of me!"

"I did! How could you think that?"

"Because you said nothing could make you stay here," I said pitifully.

"And it can't! I know I would love to stay and be with you—but you alone can not make me stay at this wretched place!" It was the first time he actually screamed at me—passionately, anyway. I felt something behind that. "Stop making this about you!"

"It's not! This is about us!"

"It's not—it's about you and then me. You look at one side for yourself and then the other is of me. You're not thinking about us."

"Me and you is us!"

"It is not, Angelina! You are you and then there is me—you've never thought of us as us."

I paused for a second. It was complete silence in the room, "What is wrong with you?"

Quickly, the distance was closed between us and his mouth was against mine, "I can't stand being away from you and it's killing me that I'm going to have to be."

It felt wrong—being on the terms we were and we were just yelling at each other—then, it made sense. Ha, this was the last time—we were going to shag—scratch that. Be with each other for a while. Wow, life is—very funny. No—it's not. Fred and I—we have—we—something is the problem with us. Yet, I can't help thinking it's just perfect as it is.

Well: Aww, sappy. Ew. Just kidding. There will of course be a bit more--but..I don't know. How did I do? Was it horrible? Anyways, leave a review. Thanks guys. Only so many chapters left..but this story is already much larger than the last. And--I already know how I am going to end this story and start the next. So, I guarantee only a few days after I finish this--the third will be up. Look for it, everyone. Thanks for everything, again.