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 was fortunate enough to go on a school trip to the White House (however juvenile that may seem). While looking for the bathroom, I was somehow separated from the rest of the group and ended up in a large dining room with a huge feast laid out. Hungry, I ate most of what was before me and was considering taking a nap when George W. Bush appeared behind me. After scolding me for eating his lunch, I asked him if he would allow me to own Harry Potter. He snatched a piece of fruit off the table, smiled, and asked me if I knew what copyright infringement was. So, I still do not own Harry Potter…yet!
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Angelface04: Haha…I never even thought about it being funny until I read your review. I go a predominantly male college, so I was like "I wonder what they would be thinking during a time like this". Yeh buddy!
Peterismyhero: You're definitely right. I'm trying to decide what angle I want to take the story in right now.
Poetrymaiden: Making Fred jealous is an all-time fav idea, but I'm having a hard time trying to decide how to make that work. It's definitely on the list of possible-things-to-do.
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Rupert's honey: I'm working as fast as I can
Gaelic Lover: Awesomeness for all February birthdays!
Mytondeftiger: Just a bit of randomness, but I've always been interested in your name for interesting. Yes…ahem, I'm going to try to address how Fred handles the whole ordeal in this chapter. Hopefully all goes well.
The Puppeteer: Thank you for all your reviews. I know it's going quickly, but I have two explanations for that. One, it's so much easier when you're younger to get caught up in a fit of passion. Angelina is about 17 years old and Fred is only a few years older. When you like someone, everything is just heightened and you sometimes try to rush things without clearly dwelling on the consequences. Second, I'm not really too sure how slow to take it. I mean, I thought it was going pretty slow considering they haven't even kissed or anything. I don't know…I mostly just write what I see in my mind and then when I proof read it, I'm sometimes even shocked at what I wrote. But once again, thanks for the feedback. I definitely kept it in mind.
IndulgentWriter: Thank you very much!
bRaTsKi: Thanks for the birthday wish. And I'm thinking about incorporating Juniper in later chapters. I think she's going to become an advisor for both Fred and Angelina as their relationship becomes deeper.
Rosepadfoot: LoL…we shall see.
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BrokenAngel1753: Will do.
Farie Insignias: How will Fred woo her? Lmao…I love that word, woo.
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Emopygmepuff: Great name. Thanks.
Babydex: Thank you. I love F/A fics so much, I just wish there were more.
Cookiemonster93: Thank you. Don't worry about the ideas, I think I've got something right now. The question is, will everyone be happy with my decision.
Bananna219: It's definitely going to be more than fluff. Most of my stories start out like this, and then all the shit sorta hits the fan.
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Despite what Fred initially believed, he did not have to look very hard to find Angelina. Standing in the middle of the intersecting corridors leading to the dungeons and the Great Hall were Angelina and Professor Snape, Alicia and Katie nowhere to be seen. Snape towered over Angelina, his lips curled in an angry sneer. Around his feet lay what appeared to be the remnants of a potion and shards of glass.
Instead of shrinking under Snape's glare, Angelina endured his gaze by countering with one of her own. Her hands were placed on her hips in a defensive stance and she opened her mouth to say something to him. Seeing the need to intervene lest she further dig her own grave, Fred quickly strode over to the pair.
"Snape. Angelina. What happened?" Fred inquired, turning his attention to Snape for an answer.
Snape's beady eyes narrowed. "What do you think happened, Weasley? This little brat and her giggling friends decided it would be a good idea to chase each other through the corridors. You can see what happened as a result of their idiotic foolishness." He gestured to the mess on the ground.
"Professor Snape,"Angelina began to explain, "I told you it was a mistake. If you hadn't—"
Fred cut Angelina off. "Snape, can't you just make a new potion?"
Snape's sneer grew wider. "I could….if it didn't take three months of brewing and adding crushed dragonfly eyes at midnight every three days."
Fred whistled under his breath, while Angelina looked more miserable with each passing moment. "I'm sorry, Professor." Angelina apologized, trying to save herself from getting in more trouble.
"Sorry, Johnson?" Snape asked quietly. "Sorry is what you're going to be when I'm done with you. One month of detention and one-hundred points from Gryffindor. Be grateful it isn't more."
Seeing how miserable Angelina looked and horrified that anyone would have to spend a month of detention with Snape, Fred spoke up on Angelina's behalf. "Snape, ole buddy." Fred slung an arm around Snape's shoulders with a great flourish.
"What, Weasley?" Snape ground out as he valiantly tried to remove Fred's arm with no success.
"Since your potion takes up so much of your time, why don't you let me take Johnson's month of detention for you? That way you don't have to see her and relive this moment every night, and I can get some help done with my grading and lesson plans." Fred smiled a mega-watt smile at Snape, although it had little effect on the greasy, anal-retentive potions master.
Snape elbowed Fred in the side and quickly stepped away before the boy could reclaim his hold. Holding his side, Fred grimaced but still managed to keep a positive outlook. "Great! Then it's settled. Johnson will serve detention with me. C'mon, Johnson. Let's leave Professor Snape to wallow in his own misery."
Putting a hand on Angelina's lower back, Fred quickly steered her away from the potions master and his ruined potion before he could realize what had just happened.
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Fred led Angelina to the entrance of Gryffindor Tower encountering any more mishaps. "Thanks a lot, Professor," Angelina said shyly as she looked into his eyes.
Fred offered her an easy going smile. "Actually, it was the perfect excuse for me to be able to talk to you more often." He grinned impishly. "Besides, I really do need help grading papers. You kids are killing me!"
Angelina laughed. "Well, for someone who's always encountering death by essays, you look still look pretty good."
"Oh?" Fred questioned curiously. "Just pretty good looking, am I? And here I always fancied myself as being a devilishly handsome, hot, roguishly charming young man." He winked at her.
Angelina looked coyly at Fred. "You, Professor, are not as charming as you think you are."
Fred raised one eyebrow, looking down at the beautiful girl before him. "I'll show you how charming I can be. Detention, Ms. Johnson. Eight o'clock starting tonight."
Fred sauntered down the hall, leaving a open-mouthed Angelina staring after him.
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The moment Angelina explained the one-month of detention to Alicia and Katie, the two of them began to jump around the room squealing like maniacs. "He likes you! He likes you!"
Angelina rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but grin at the fact that Professor Weasley liked her. Unable to contain herself, she got up and joined her best friends in the celebration.
After they had calmed down, Katie's eyes widened in horror. "Oh my gosh! What are you going to wear tonight? Your hair!"
Angelina self-consciously brought a hand to her head. "What's wrong with my hair?"
Katie snorted. "Nothing, unless you want to walk around looking like a rat's nesting in it."
Angelina opened her mouth to defend herself, but Alicia cut her off. "Shower. Now." She pointed to the bathroom.
"I'll take care of the outfit!" Katie said in a sing-song voice as she headed to the large closet the three of them shared.
"I've got the hair and make-up." Alicia joined in, opening her make-up bag.
Shaking her head, Angelina entered the bathroom. She loved her friends to death, but sometimes they were just too much. Smiling to herself, she couldn't help but whisper, "Professor Weasley likes me."
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Unaware of the preparation Angelina was undergoing, Fred Weasley hurried throughout his quarters hastily straightening up the three rooms he had. As a bachelor, he kept his rooms looking as such. Empty Firewhiskey bottles littered the area around the sofa and fireplace. The kitchen sink was full dirty dishes and old food. Dirty clothes littered every the path from the living room to the bedroom to the bathroom.
Muttering a few spells under his breath, the clothes were neatly placed in a dirty hamper. The dishes began to wash and dry themselves before being neatly placed into the cabinets. The trash piles littering the rooms vanished.
Sighing in relief, Fred called for a house elf and requested a meal for two to be set up in the kitchen. Glad that most of the work was done, he placed his lesson plan and a large stack of papers on the table in front of the sofa and went to his room to change clothes.
Ten minutes later, everything in the quarters were spotless. A firm, but hesitant knock sounded at the door. Fred glanced at the clock on the wall and was impressed. She was right on time.
Opening the door, Fred invited Angelina in with a smile. "Welcome to la casa Weasley." He gave her a cheesy grin and shut the door after her. Angelina took the time to survey the room. It was warm and cozy, but definitely masculine. Joke magazines and worn notebooks were strewn in various places of the room, but it was mostly clean.
"Nice place, Professor." Angelina surmised, turning to look at him.
"Angelina,"Fred said gently. "Call me Fred."
"Okay." Angelina smiled. "Fred." She said the name slowly, savoring the word as it rolled off her tongue.
Fred clapped his hands together. "Good. Alright, I was thinking you and I could eat something before getting to work on the task of grading. Sound good?"
Angelina nodded and Fred led her to the small kitchen table. The meal was one of chicken, mashed potatoes, and pumpkin juice, and strawberry tart for dessert. As Angelina sat across from Fred, she couldn't help check him out while he ate. His hair was still shaggy as ever, adding that sex appeal that most other men would kill for. He was wearing a dark green sweater and a pair of jeans that complimented his hair and complexion nicely.
"See something you like?" Fred interrupted Angelina from her musings and her face heated up. He was smiling at her, his eyes shining with laughter. Angelina quickly looked down at her plate and pushed her food around.
"Angelina, it's okay." Fred gently placed his hand over hers. "You look very nice too." Indeed, she did. Her hair was half pulled up, the rest framing her face. She was wearing a simple shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans and white sneakers. The girls had decided it was best to play it low key on the first night.
Angelina blushed. "Thank you."
"Angelina." Fred's voice held a tone that caused her to look up at him. "Let's go sit in front of the fire." When they had settled down next to each other on the couch, Fred turned to her and held her gaze with his own. "Angelina, I want you to know that I do like you."
Angelina nodded, feeling a surge of warmth course through her body. "I like you too, Fred. I've liked you for a long time."
Fred felt the happiest he had felt in a long time. "Angelina, I like you more than I should. As your Professor, I should have a professional relationship with you." His hand found hers and he gently squeezed. "However, I'm too far gone."
Angelina smiled at him. "I think…no, I know we can make this work. I'm already seventeen, so it's legal. And graduation is only in a few months."
Fred sighed. "It's still a long time away. I'm willing to wait for you until June, if that's what you want. It's your decision."
"I know that if we get caught, it won't be pretty. " Angelina said thoughtfully, staring at the fire. Her eyes swept back to Fred burning with firey passion. "I'm willing to chance it. I want to be with you."
Fred cupped Angelina's face and ran his thumb over the smooth contour of her jaw. "I'll chance it to be with you, too."
Angelina ran her hand through Fred's hair. "Fred."
"Yes, Angie?"
Her dark brown eyes met his blue ones. "Kiss me."
Fred smirked. "I see my roughish charm is captured you, milady." He leaned down and submitted to the wishes of his student.
Needless to say, the lesson plan and grading did not get done that night.
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Hundreds of miles away, Rita Skeeter sat at her desk with a quill poised in one hand. With a triumphant flourish, she finished the conclusion to the front-page story that would print on the morning's issue of the Daily Prophet.
Wizarding World's Most Eligible Bachelor Back In The Game!
Rita giggled to herself as she submitted the article to the printing press. She had a lead on what would be the news story of the year. Next stop, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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Hey all, I'm TERRIBLY sorry for not updating for almost three months. It's just that things at school got really hectic second semester what with projects, papers, and the like. I hope you guys can forgive me! But now that school is out for the summer, I'll be able to update all the time.
I'd like to thank all of you who gave me encouragement and the wonderful reviews. It means so much to me that people actually like the story! I tried to make this chapter especially long, and I'm gonna try, try, TRY to update within the next two days. I've already got my outline and everything.
Also, to whoever it is that messaged me and pretty much told me to get off my ass and finish writing, thanks!
Much love to everyone, and let me know if you have any ideas for the story!