Title: If Loving You Is Wrong
Summary: If loving your teacher is wrong, than Angelina doesn't want to be right. Professor Fred Weasley has trapped Angelina within a web of seduction, and she doesn't want to be free
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not and will never own Harry Potter….however, the Deathly Hallows comes out this year!!!!! YAY!!!!!
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Thanks a bunch to reviewers! Much love, babe!
Peterismyhero: Thanks so much for the ideas! I really think that I might use a few, and if I do I'll most definitely give you credit.
Rupert's honey: LoL…start the seduction up, eh? I'll see what I can do
Farie Insignias: Embarrassing humiliation. I didn't really think of that, but it's really true. Whenever you like a guy and you do something embarrassing or stupid it always manages to take place right in front of them. That's how my life is….
bRaTsKi: Thanks for the support and advice. I'm already taking it into account.
Tate Dean: Lol…thanks
Akkeijj: Thanx
Poetrymaiden: I think I'll use your idea in this chapter or the next…if there is a cliffhanger, it's definitely all thanx to you! lmao
Mytondeftiger: Wow..alot of people want more interaction with Prof Weasley and Angie…I'm thinking that'll come sooner than you think. Thanx!
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"Oh my gosh, Ange! What if he likes you?" Alicia said in shock.
Angelina had just finished telling her friends what happened after she talked with Professor Weasley. The three of them were now sitting on her bed with a bunch of Honeydukes sweets scattered.
"No, he doesn't." Angelina rolled over onto her stomach. "He just wanted to talk to me about why I didn't speak up in class."
"Ange!" Katie said, slapping her hand on the bed in annoyance. "He called you by your first name. And you said he winked at you. That means he wants to jump your bones, or at least thinks you're hot."
Angelina frowned and shook her head. "He does not think I'm hot. I'm just his student."
"Thus the basis of its appeal. Teacher and student. It's kinky times ten!" Alicia jumped off her bed and conjured a mirror up in front of Angelina. "You are hot!"
Angelina looked at her reflection and couldn't see what was so special about her looks. Her eyes were too large and her lips were too plump for her liking. Although, she did like how her dark skin was smooth and of nice complexion.
Katie groaned at seeing Angelina's reaction. "I'm beginning to think you're seriously delusional."
Angelina opened her mouth to protest, but Alicia cut her off. "Ange, even Cedric Diggory thinks you're cute. I mean, he totally checked you out today at lunch."
"All he did was ask me if he could borrow our sugar!" Angelina exclaimed. Katie tutted and wiggled her finger in her face. "Angelina, my dear child. His table was FULL of sugar! It was an excuse to talk to you."
Angelina still looked skeptical. "If you say so…"
Alicia and Katie just exchanged exasperated looks. Convincing Angelina she was beautiful and well worth a guy's attention was going to be harder than they planned.
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Fred Weasley was settling into his quarters for the rest of the evening after a long and tiring day. He never realized that teaching classes could be so hard. He definitely never gave his professors credit when he was a student, but now he could understand why McGonagall rarely smiled. Students equal death!
Fred sat down on his couch, which was specifically located in front of the fireplace for evenings such as this. Fred groaned and laid his head on the headrest, closing his eyes. This job was going to kill him, and he hadn't even been at Hogwarts for a week.
A noise coming from the fireplace caused Fred to open his eyes and turn his attention to the flickering fire. A moment later George Weasley popped out from the flames and entered Fred's living quarters with the famous grin plastered on his face that had girls swooning at the mere sight of him.
George spotted is twin sitting wearily on the couch and chuckled. "So, they've gotten to you already?"
Fred snorted and sat up. "Something like that. Remind me again why I took this job?"
George feigned a look of thoughtfulness and plopped down on the chair across from Fred. "I do recall you saying something akin to how much you love Hogwarts and teaching…hmmm, what was it?" George frowned for a moment before an evil smile slid across his lips. "Oh yeah! You didn't think teaching a bunch of teenagers could be that bad."
Fred groaned again and closed his eyes. "You're never gonna let me forget this, are you?"
George shook his head and laughed. "Never, my dear brother." He glanced at his watch and stood up. "As much as I'd love to stay and hear all about your exploits as a Professor, I have two lovely Witch Weekly models to meet up with for dinner."
Fred narrowed his eyes and glared at George. "Thanks for rubbing it in."
George held up his hands in mock protest. "Hey, you took the job, not me." He strode to the fireplace and threw a handful of Floo powder into the flames. Stepping into the hearth, he turned to Fred with a smirk that had most of the Wizarding women falling at his feet. "Bro, don't forget to work on that list of new products for Wizarding Wheezes. We'll get together later and go over our two lists and compare products."
Fred's eyes narrowed even further as he raised his right hand and flicked George off. George laughed once again and threw a mock salute to his brother before disappearing.
Feeling alone now that his brother was gone, Fred briefly wondered what he should do with his free time before a sudden thought hit him.
"Ugh….I have papers to grade."
Glancing over at the coffee table full of essays, he brought a hand to his temple and rubbed it. He needed a drink. Scratch that….he needed to get drunk before touching those papers. Hopefully being inebriated would ease the painful headache that was soon to come.
Fred Weasley could only think of word to describe how he was feeling. "Fuck."
Yes, Professor Weasley. Fuck it all to hell.
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The trio once again found themselves in the most exciting class of the day, History of Magic. Surprisingly, despite the fact that Professor Weasley proved to be a cool teacher who treated his students with respect, he also required a lot out of them. He might be a friendly teacher because he was so close to their age, but he did not tolerate disrespect or slacking off. Most of the Hogwarts professors found this to be quite amusing given the fact that during his school days he was quite the hellion himself. However, Professor Weasley had proven time and again that he would not put up with the same stuff he and his brother had done during Hogwarts.
It wasn't until halfway through the lesson on the effect Elves had on solar eclipses that Angelina saw a note from Katie appear in front of her. She smiled to herself as she read the note---the girls had spent many lessons passing notes about various topics in order to make sitting through class with Professor Binns more bearable.
Looking up at Professor Weasley, who was writing on the board in the front of class, Angelina quickly scribbled something down before passing it. This went on for quite awhile and the girls were having so much fun that they didn't realize they were closely being watched.
Fred Weasley wasn't stupid. After all, he and George had pulled almost every trick in the book and then some, so he knew when he was being swindled. As he taught the lesson, he causally turned his attention to the three girls in the back who were trying to hide their laughter behind their hands.
Smirking, Fred made his way to the back of the classroom. He knew that this lesson wasn't the most fascinating one he had taught so far, but he had a policy on notes. If he found them, they were then his to keep. That is, after he had a little fun….
Fred none too gently snatched the note out of Katie's hand as she moved to take it from Angelina. She gulped and looked up at him with wide eyes.
He smirked and shook a few strands of hair out of his eyes. "The three of you know my policy on writing notes in class. If I see it, I read it aloud."
Of course, the three of them remembered all too well what happened if you got caught writing a note. Last time the entire class found out that Jennifer Langely had a nasty yeast infection and was afraid one of her boobs was bigger than other. Needless to say, word got around the school by the time dinner came. Rumor has it that Jennifer is attending a muggle University, ceasing all contact with the Wizarding world.
Angelina groaned and buried her face in her hands, wishing for the earth to swallow her up. Fred noticed her actions but did not comment on it. Raising one eyebrow he turned to the rest of the class. "What do you think? Should I read it or not?"
"Read it!" The class shouted in joyous unison, taking pleasure in another's humiliation. Angelina was sure that if Jennifer had been there, she would've gladly read the note aloud herself.
He began to read:
Alicia: Merlin, I'm so bored. How much longer do we have in this class?
Angelina: Why are you complaining? I thought you liked any opportunity that would allow you to ogle Prof Weasley
Katie: Guys, shut up! Look, he's leaning up against the desk again…damn, he's hot!
Angelina: I don't even know why I'm going along with this, but whatever…
Alicia: What?
Angelina: Don't look now, but Prof Weasley's fly is open….and he's not wearing any underwear.
Needless to say, after Fred spoke this sentence the rest of the females in the class immediately craned their necks forward for a peak at their teacher's goodies.
His face flashing a deep tomato red that clashed in a horribly sexy way with his hair, Fred moved with lightning speed to zip up his fly. After clearing his throat he quickly dismissed class.
The entire class quickly gathered their books and practically ran out of the classroom, Katie, Alicia, and Angelina included. It wasn't until they reached Gryffindor Tower that Angelina felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Muttering a quick excuse to her friends, she headed back to Professor Weasley's classroom. Quietly opening the door, she found her Professor sitting at his desk shuffling through some papers.
Seeing something out of the corner of his eye, Fred turned to see Angelina standing hesitantly in the doorway. Raising one eyebrow, he cleared his throat. "Angelina, are you going to come in or just stand there?"
Looking flustered, Angelina walked over to his desk. Once she reached her destination she looked at the items on his desk in an attempt to avoid eye contact with him Fred saw her discomfort and conjured a chair beside his desk and motioned for her to take a seat. "Angelina, can I help you with anything?"
Feeling embarrassed, Angelina searched for the right words to say. "Professor," she began hesitantly, "I'm sorry about the note. I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of the class."
Fred smiled, but Angelina didn't see it. She was too busy staring at her hands as if she had never seen them before. He took the time to study her, taking in the elegant curve of her neck, the smooth mocha color of her skin, and the fullness of her lips. "Angelina," he said, causing her to look into his eyes.
Fred felt startled at the dark beauty her wide eyes presented him. Angelina nervously licked her lips and Fred found himself watching the innocent movement in fascination. A moment later he shook himself out of his stupor and smiled at his student. "Angelina, I would've done the same thing at your age. In fact," he grinned, "I have!"
Angelina offered a shaky smile. "Really?"
Fred returned her smile with one of his own and leaned a little forward. "Yup. I was just a little shocked that the same thing I did to Snape happened to me ."
Angelina giggled, all feeling of nervousness gone. "You did the same thing to Professor Snape when you were here? I don't believe it!"
Fred showed Angelina a naughty grin. "You have no idea the kind of stuff my brother and I got into while we were here."
Angelina laughed again, feeling completely at ease. For a brief second she wished she could stay here and continue talking with him. She liked hearing his laugh and seeing the way his eyes lit up when he was happy. Was that wrong? She hoped not.
A silence crossed the room and Fred once again found himself checking out Angelina. Wait…checking out? No! He couldn't check out a seventeen year old girl that he was teaching! But really, could anyone blame him?
Angelina, who was still confused by her own thoughts, quickly stood up from her chair. Offering a smile, she bid Professor Weasley farewell and headed for the door.
"You know, Angelina, you are doing very well in my class so far." Fred Weasley called, stopping Angelina before she opened the door to the hallway. Turning around, she offered Fred a shy smile.
"You have to say that, Professor." Angelina shifted her books in hand. "You're my teacher." And with that she took her leave.
Fred found himself watching the door close behind her. "I wish I weren't." he whispered before turning his thoughts to other pressing matters. After all, lusting after your student didn't bode well for anyone at all.
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Hope you all liked it! I've been writing bits and pieces throughout the week and instead of studying for my Chemistry102 exam tomorrow, here I am!
The whole bit about Fred getting drunk and grading papers is something my History103 teacher did because he said our papers were so awful he would've failed half the class otherwise.
Anyways, hoped you enjoyed the Fred and Angelina one-on-one action and look for an update this time next week. Bai!