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 finally got the chance to meet the Pope on a trip to Rome. Standing before him, he laid a hand on my shoulder and told me that God answered all prayers if only we would pray to him. I asked the Pope if God would give me Harry Potter if I prayed hard enough. The Pope simply smiled and asked me if I knew what copyright infringement was. So, I still do not own Harry Potter….yet!
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Thanks a bunch to reviewers! Much love, babe!
SPECIAL SHOUT-OUT!
Thanks to Peterismyhero and Farie Insignias for their ideas from Chapter 2! I definitely used them, so thanks a bunch!
bRaTsKi: Lol…when my teacher told us that I was shocked…but I got a B, so it wasn't all that bad! Thanx for reviewing!
Angelface04:Suuuure…you meant to review the last chapter raises eyebrows…j/k. Things are getting serious with every passing chapter…you'll see soon what I have in mind for the couple.
Peterismyhero: Isn't procrastinating grand? LoL…I LOVED the note. My Mom is a teacher, so I ran it by her and she said that's the reason why she never reads notes aloud in class.
Akkeijj: The note rocks my socks! Thanks, I hope I did well on the exam too! If not…well, I'll prolly update sooner in order to take my mind off it.
Poetrymaiden: lol…loved the ideas! Thanx!
Rupert's honey: lmao..thanx
Mytondeftiger: More interaction soon to come just for you.
Farie Insignias: Thanx a bunchles!
Rosepadfoot: Yeh, well, I like older guys and I figured that Fred could be older than Angelina and that'd be kinda kinky.
GacktLover14: The best you've read so far? Thankx, but I can assure you Gene Kelly has waaaayyy better fics than this…lmao. I never thought about making Fred jealous, but thanks for bringing it up. It seems like a pretty good idea.
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A month had passed since the start of the Hogwarts term and it was now October. The trees in the Forbidden Forrest and those scattered around the Hogwarts grounds were now decorated with the deep colors signaling the beginning of Autumn. Alicia, Katie, and Angelina spent much time under one particular tree that was located close to the lake. They talked, laughed, and bonded like all girls do, but there came some times when no words are needed----only a comfortable silence. It was times like those that they secretly liked the best.
Fred Weasley had one month of being a Hogwarts professor under his belt and classes were going surprisingly well. He had found a nice balance between teaching History and working with George on products for WWW. Fred also spent most of his weekends with George, their friend Lee Jordon, or his girlfriend Juniper. Although spending time with his loved ones served to give Fred something to look forward to, he always found his eye wandering to a certain seventh year.
He found himself calling on her often in class and grading her assignments with a bit more leniency than he had for others. Sometimes during an exam they would catch one another's eye and Fred delighted in winking at her, never failing to see her eyes widen in shock as she hurriedly turned back to her paper.
He began to study her actions, the way she bit her lower lip when she was deep in thought. The look on her face when she and her friends were having a special moment with one another. He also appreciated the fact that she always hung back after class to talk to him----mostly it was about the lesson, but Fred would steer the conversation to something more suitable to both their tastes, which allowed him to learn more about her.
Little did Fred know that Angelina was doing a bit of studying herself. Alicia and Katie were always nudging her in the ribs whenever Professor Weasley strode by in the hallway. They had taken it upon themselves to make Angelina accept the fact that it was alright to have a crush on her professor, something Angelina was still reluctant to believe.
Lying in bed one night, unable to sleep, Angelina found her thoughts turning to a certain older redhead. After trying to get him out of her mind and failing miserably, Angelina accepted her fate. She had a crush on Professor Weasley.
Although she refrained from being one of the many females who giggled at the mere thought of the attractive professor and practically stalked him through the corridors, Angelina found herself daydreaming about him constantly. Her attention waned during class as she surprisingly found herself wanting to run her fingers through his hair. Whenever she met his gaze she felt his clear blue eyes practically gazing through her soul and she wanted more. She wanted her teacher.
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Fred glanced at the unopened letters lying on his kitchen table. All were from his girlfriend, Juniper, and he knew that none of them held good news. He missed their two year anniversary….on purpose. He hadn't spoken to her in the past few weeks. Before Fred had even come to Hogwarts their relationship was on an edge. The media's obsession for both her lifestyle as seeker for the Blue Devils and his as part owner of WWW was just too much to bear at times. Although Fred never failed to have a fun time with Juniper, he saw her as a close friend now that he was away from her. Sure, she was stunningly beautiful and a master in the sack, but he couldn't talk to her the way he could with….
"Angelina." He whispered softly as his thoughts turned to the darkly beautiful girl…no, woman.
The window to the living room blew open as Juniper's owl, Frinky, flew in with a red envelope in his mouth. A Howler. Shit.
As Fred's mind frantically whirled trying to figure out what to do with the Howler, the letter opened and a beautiful yet extremely angry voice entered his quarters.
"FRED WEASLEY! HOW COULD YOU! AND ON OUR TWO YEAR ANNIVERSARY! I HAVE HALF A MIND---I DON'T EVEN---HOW COULD YOU?! I AM COMING UP THERE THIS WEEKEND AND WE ARE GOING TO HAVE THE TALK. THREE BROOMSTICKS. 11:30. BE THERE!"
The message ended and went up into flames, thus scarring the kitchen table. Fred muttered a spell and the mark vanished, but the sight of Frisky served to remind Fred that what he had just witnessed had not been a dream. Looking at the calendar, he sighed. This coming weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend. Leave it to luck to have him be the chaperone for the visit.
"Fuck. This isn't going to go well at all."
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Angelina hugged her arms around herself as she, Alicia, and Katie waited outside for the next available carriage. There had been a frost at Hogwarts a few weeks earlier than expected and the air had not gotten any warmer in the days following it. Nevertheless, this was just a minor setback for the weekend. In fact, more students than usual had decided to go to Hogsmeade, but that might be because Professor Weasley was to be one of the chaperones for the visit. The boys looked up to him, trying to copy his natural charm and sex appeal. And the girls….well, do we even need to go into the reason for why they were coming? Eye candy!
The next carriage that came had a bunch of lowly third years standing in front of it. Alicia grabbed Angelina and Katie by the arm and practically dragged them to the carriage, all that muscle from Quidditch finally coming in handy. Just before a third year could set foot inside, Alicia threw the poor boy to the ground with so much force that he just lay there dazed while his friends tried to help him up.
Angelina stood in the opening of the carriage with her mouth open in shock. Alicia, sighing impatiently, grabbed her by the lapel of her coat and dragged her inside the carriage, where the three of them set off for Hogsmeade.
Once there, the girls immediately headed to their usual shops to pick up things that they didn't necessarily need, but of course, couldn't live without. After having stocked up on sugar quills (for when Divination became unbearable), fizzing whizzbees, new parchment for Alicia, and pink ink for Katie, it was well past time for lunch. Giggling happily with one another the three of them headed to the Three Broomsticks for some butter beer.
Entering the warm shop, they spotted many of their classmates and waved at them while searching for a seat. Angelina spotted an empty one near a window, but before she could lead the way Katie had slammed her and Alicia against a wall. Angelina groaned. What was with her friends abusing people today?
"Girls, don't look now, but Professor Weasley is here…with his girlfriend!" Katie hissed in their ears while looking over her shoulder at the offending couple.
Alicia looked and gasped in shock. "Angelina!" she said, hitting her friend on the arm to get her attention. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Angelina, turning red in the face, motioned to Katie's hand, which was gripped tightly around her neck. "Ooops, sorry Ange." Katie apologized, blushing. Now that Angelina was no longer blacking out, she got a good look at her teacher. There he was, sitting in a booth with what looked to be the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes upon.
"Juniper Smith." Angelina breathed in heavily. The woman just oozed of sex and confidence. Not only was she nominated one of the best Quidditch seekers of the year, but she also voted Wizarding Man's Playmate of the Year. The woman's boobs were a legend among men! How could she, plain Angelina, compete with someone like that?
During Angelina's musings, Katie continued to survey the couple. "Guys, looks like they're in some sort of fight!" she exclaimed excitedly. This caused the girls to look over at them, never mind that half of the Three Broomsticks patrons were giving them funny looks.
Yes, it did look like the loving couple was getting into a fight--a good one, too, because Juniper looked livid.
"We've got to get closer." Alicia and Katie said at the same time, their eyes still glued to them. Angelina rolled her eyes, knowing that disagreeing with her two best friends would be useless. Besides, she was quite interested in the argument herself. Surely a little eavesdropping wouldn't be too bad…right?
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Fred just sat and listened to Juniper dish out all his faults to his face. Funny, how all of his relationships ended in the exact same way. First came the yelling, and then the pleading, and then more anger, until the woman stormed out of his life only leaving a faint whiff of perfume behind.
As Juniper angrily spoke to him, Fred took the time to study her. She really was beautiful, especially now with her eyes blazing and her hair falling into her face. But Fred needed more than beauty, which was something George had yet to learn. Juniper was quite literally sex on legs, but that's all she would ever be. Not that Fred disliked the sex they had---it was by far the best he had ever gotten, and he got a lot. However, there comes a point in time where he wanted to hold his woman after a night of passionate love making and talk about anything and everything. Juniper only wanted to talk about Quidditch or her next photo shoot.
"Fred, are you even listening to me?" Juniper angrily implored.
Fred nodded his head sincerely, while inwardly rolling his eyes. "Every word, babe," he dryly replied.
A look of intense concentration and then enlightenment came over her face. "Fred," she began, her voice lowered slightly. "Are you cheating on me?"
In all honesty, that had been the last thing Fred had expected to hear. Although, with his mind he was. Constant visions of Angelina danced around in his head during every moment of the day. At night he wondered what kind of lover Angelina would be and if he would be her first. He was sure he would be, considering she still had an aura of innocence that could only remain if she were still pure.
Unbeknownst to Fred, a small smile came across his face and his eyes became glazed over. What would her favorite position be?
"Fred!" Juniper shrieked angrily. Gathering up her belongings with jerky movements, tears pooled in her eyes but she was too proud to let them fall. "Two years of my life I gave to you, only to have it end like this." She searched Fred's eyes with her own. "Two years, Fred, only to have you hurt me."
Throwing her purse over her shoulder, Juniper exited the restaurant in a great flourish.
Back in the booth, Fred felt bad at the way he had treated his now ex-girlfriend. However, a tiny part of him felt relieved that he now had the opportunity to seek out the company of a certain Gryffindor seventh year. If only he weren't her teacher….
Fred sighed. He was definitely going to hell for this.
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Having heard every word of the argument in the next booth over, Katie, Alicia, and Angelina exchanged glances.
"We have a lot to talk about tonight, girls." Katie said seriously as she motioned to Professor Weasley.
Angelina looked at her watch. It was close to dinner and they'd already spent most of their money on butter beer. It seemed eavesdropping was very hungry work.
"I think we'd better go." Angelina suggested. Agreeing with her, Katie and Alicia slipped out of the booth and followed Angelina.
Unbeknownst to them, Fred spotted the trio and quietly followed behind them all the while trying to figure out how to start a conversation with Angelina. It didn't take long for an opportunity to arrive.
The three girls decided it be a fun idea to skip arm-in-arm down the paved road leading to Hogwarts. Katie then showed off by doing a flip, grinning cheekily at her friends all the while. Not to be outdone, Alicia and Angelina both copied her actions. Angelina skipped ahead of the two and said something before turning around and skipping backwards. She stuck her tongue out at Alicia and Katie, but before she could turn back around she slipped on a patch of ice and fell in an ungraceful heap on the ground.
Fred could barely see straight as he sprinted over to where Angelina lay surrounded by her friends. Pushing the two of them out the way, he didn't see the look Katie and Alicia exchanged with one another. Leaning over Angelina, he saw that she had buried her hands in her face and her shoulders were shaking violently. Fearing the worst, he rubbed her back in a gentle soothing motion while whispering to her that it was going to be alright.
Shocked at hearing her Professor's voice, Angelina looked up with mirth filled eyes. "Professor?" she questioned as she gazed into his eyes. Fred looked her over in disbelief. "Were you laughing?"
Angelina grinned and laughed again. "Professor, I always do stupid stuff like this."
Fred still looked as if he didn't believe her. "Really?"
"Yes, really." Angelina smiled at him and before he could stop himself, Fred brushed a few wayward strands of hair from her face. Feeling bold, Angelina tucked a lock of hair behind Fred's ear while admiring the softness of his hair.
"I better go, Professor." Angelina whispered before pulling herself off the cold ground. Alicia and Katie took this as their cue and they both flanked either side of Angelina.
"See you later, Professor!" Katie chimed in a sing-song voice.
The girls disappeared down the trial to Hogwarts.
Fred stared after them, unaware that someone else was standing beside him until they spoke. "So, is that her?"
Fred turned to see Juniper standing next to him with a sad smile gracing her beautiful features. Fred shoved his cold hands into his pockets and sighed. "Yeah, that's her. How could you tell?"
Juniper raised an eyebrow. "Well, besides the fact that you tried to kill yourself to help her, your eyes gave it away."
This time it was Fred's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Juniper nodded. "You've never looked at me like that, with a look of pure love and adoration." She laid a hand on Fred's arm, causing him to look her in the eye. "Fred, you do know that she's your student."
Fred didn't answer, but he didn't need to. It was this problem that plagued his mind every time he saw her.
Juniper completely understood Fred's predicament. Although she was still more than angry at him for the way he treated her, she knew that they were never meant to be together. It was a relationship of convenience, but it had been fun while it lasted.
Placing a kiss on Fred's cheek, she stepped back to take her leave. "Fred, I only have one thing to say to you before I go. Be good to her, and don't get caught."
Fred nodded and at that, Juniper disapparated. Now knowing what he had to do, Fred set off to Hogwarts in pursuit of a certain mocha-skinned woman.
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Hope all of you liked it. Sorry for not updating, but last week I was in NYC all weekend and let's just say that I took all week to recover. And then this weekend I was back at home in Florida and I celebrated by birthday! Whoo hoo!
So now I'm heading back to school, typing this thing on the bus. I made it extra long as a way to apologize for the lateness. Let me know what you think! Also, let me know if you have any ideas for the story!