A Thousand Songs

Based upon: Can't Fight The Moonlight, by LeAnn Rimes

Set on: The Yule Ball, in Harry's 4th Year at Hogwarts

Characters: Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson

Can't Fight The Moonlight

The sky up high was dazzling, Angelina could not deny that; the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall could barely make it justice. Only now that she was outside did she realise how bright the srars and the half moon actually were. Although she was freezing to the point at which her fingers felt like popsicles, she had to admit it: her night with Fred was dangerously close to perfection. He had even cleaned the snow off the bench in which they were now sitting (mind you, rather apart). Such a gentleman after all, wasn't he?

'Good thinking with the fairies, don't you think?', Fred suddenly asked. They hand't spoken much since they'd left the Great Hall.

'I guess so, they look nice', Angelina shrugged detachedly. She was determined to play hard to get and she was being rather successful at it: Fred was going insane.

'Did I do something wrong?', he inquired cautiously. They'd been having so much fun dancing inside - why was she acting this way now?

'No, of course not', Angelina played surprised. 'Why'd you ask that?'

'Well, it's just I thought we were having a good time and -'

'And you thought I'd fall right into your arms once you got me outside, with the moon, the stars and the fairies...', Angelina teased, smirking viciously; Fred's cheeks turned the colour of his hair.

'Well, yeah, I kinda did', he thought to himself. 'Don't be thick, of course I didn't', he said out loud.

'Oh Fred, you're not fooling anyone. I know how you act.'

'Sorry?', Fred acted hurt. 'What do you think I am?'

'A ladies man!', Angelina screeched jokingly, getting up at once and doing a silly dance. Fred laughed, staring at her desbelievingly.

'You really are mad, aren't you?'

'Look who's talking', she retorted smiling broadly at him. Fred got up and approached her. She had leaned against a tree, her arms crossed neatly over her chest. 'She looks beautiful', Fred thought to himself, lost in her mischievous eyes.

'You're so throuhout mistaken about me, Miss Johnson', he whispered in her ear. Feeling him that close gave her goosebumps. She actually enjoyed those.

'Am I really?', she provoked him. 'You're not a ladies man?'

'Of course I'm not', Fred answered in a fake offended tone. Angelina let a gigantic chuckle out. 'OK, maybe I am a ladies man at times... but not when I'm falling for the one girl', he added with a significant look shot right into her eyes. Her heart skept a beat and even though she was attempting to keep her composure, she was having a hard time in doing so as Fred ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it behind her ear. She gasped at his touch and felt utterly ashamed of herself for doing so.

'Aww, breaking so easily, aren't you, Johnson?', he teased her, talking eye to eye with her now. She raised an eyebrow disdainfully, although she could feel her blood running wildly through her veins. She was feeling flustered and yet she shivered.

'Cold, Johnson?', Fred asked in the same mocking tone, taking off his jacket and putting it over her arms. 'We don't want that, do we?', he whispered, rubbing his nose on her cheek.

Angelina instantly forgot how to use will power or resistance at all. Her mind went blank, empty for anything but Fred; she could not hold back and pretend anymore. She looked tentively into his eyes. He ran his hands through her back, she entwined her arms around his neck, his lips meeting hers, sharing a very long wished kiss. They were oblivious to the rest of the world at that point; there was nothing more than each other. When they broke off the kiss, they stayed in a tight embrace.

'I knew I was right', Fred murmured to Angelina.

'About what?'

'I knew you would fall right into my arms once I got you outside', he laughed. She poked him hard on the arm but he continued to giggle. 'Don't worry, Johnson, you put on quite a fight; it only took me a year or two', he concluded before kissing her tenderly again.

Author's Note: So I decided to also write again for A Thousand Songs, especially because at times frustration rises a tad too high at the lack of inspiration for From This Moment On. This chapter worked more as a writer´s block medicine, as a matter of fact :p However, please let me know if it has pleased you and if you'd like me to continue with this fic of not. Thank you so much for reading :)