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Okay, here is Chapter 8. I hope you enjoy it, and Review, Review, Review (Please).

My story picks up with Fred and Angelina's year 7 (HP book 5, around chapter 19) Here goes!

Oh, and did I also talk about reviewing :)


Angelina headed back to the common room , sure it would be empty because of the hour. She wiped her tired puffy eyes one last time before walking through the portrait hole. What was she supposed to do now? She had contemplate this very questions for an hour or so while she cried her eyes out.

With her head hung low she walked towards the table to gather her books. She was about three feet away before she noticed a figure in the seat she had once occupied. Walking closer Angelina recognized a sleeping Fred, she was not sure how long she stood there just looking at him. It was obvious he was waiting for her to get back, but why?

His arms were folded on the table, his head using them as a pillow. His hair covering half his face. Fred was an angelic picture. Kneeling beside him Angelina rested one hand on his leg, she raised the other to shake him awake but before she knew what she was doing she brushed the hair that had fallen in his face behind his ear just as her eyes filled with new tears.

At the feel of Angelina's touch Fred opened his eyes. As Angelina stared at Fred the first tear slipped from her eyes and ran down her cheek.

"Sorry" Angelina said in a small voice.

Fred continued to look at her with the same blank expression.

"What Fred?" Angelina said louder, the tears falling uncontrollably now. "Why wont you talk to me?"

Still refusing to talk, Fred stood at the same moment Angelina rose to full height.

Tears falling, eyes burning, lips trembling. Angelina fell into Fred's chest, there was a moment where Fred tensed up before his arms encircled her waist. Angelina's face automatically turned and she rested her cheek on Fred's chest. Her arms wrapped around him just under his arms and she exhaled.

Comfort, that's what Angelina felt.

"Is it your family?" Fred asked

He had spoken so softly that Angelina was not sure she had heard him at first. Angelina shook her head no, moments later a new wave of tears hit. Minutes passed in silence before Fred's hug relaxed. Slowly he pulled away, turned and started for the stairs without saying another word nor did he look back as he walked to his bedroom.


Professor Umbridge had finally given the Gryffindors permission to reform the team and after three days of hard Quidditch practice Angelina was sure that they would only win the game against Slytherin on a prayer.

"Ron, watch what your doing!" Angelina yelled over the wind.

"Harry, find the Snitch, Ron's fine!" Angelina said to Harry as she notice for the fourth time this practice he paid more attention to Ron than the game.

" What are you doing?" Angelina hissed at Fred. This practice was going all wrong.

"My job" Fred hissed back at her.

"What? If you were doing your job I wouldn't have to tell you to pay attention" Angelina yelled as she moved her broom closer to where Fred now hovered.

"I know what the hell I'm doing Angelina, I've been on this team just as long as you have" Fred yelled.

At that statement 5 pairs of eyes focused on Fred and Angelina.

"Are you serious!" Angelina said as her mouth dropped open. "You know what everyone, practice is over."

After that Angelina flew to the ground, dismounted and walked to the changing rooms. She was followed by Ron and Harry. Alicia and Katie lingered in the air for a moment before heading toward the ground as well.

"What was that all about?" Katie asked Alicia, she was confused by what she had just saw and heard.

"I don't know but it needs to be fixed fast or we don't have a chance of winning the cup this year." Alicia said while shrugging.

Only two people remained in the air.

"What was that all about?" George asked the same question to Fred as he sat on his broom. He noticed his twin did not head for the ground but hung a few feet in the air.

"What are you talking about?" Fred asked. He did not want to dismount just yet. He did not want to walk into the changing rooms and have to look at her.

"You and Angelina, she was right you know." George said. "You let that Bludger get past you."

Fred looked at George saying nothing.

"Lately you've been acting like a real prat towards her, don't think I haven't noticed"

It took Fred several times before he was able to said what was on his mind.

"She seeing Wood." Fred whispered

"What?" George asked surprised. He'd know for years that his brother had strong feelings for Angelina.

"Yeah, look I don't want to talk about it. Anyway there are orders we need to fill before the weekend." Fred said while finally heading for the changing rooms.


The Quidditch game had been over four hours ago. Harry and George were taken to Professor McGonagall's office, facing punishment for fighting Malfoy. Nobody had seen Ron in hours. Lee, Katie and Alicia went and waited for news from Harry and George. And Angelina sat. She had been sitting in the same spot for almost four hours looking at Fred's back as he stood in the middle of the changing room.

The wind howled fiercely outside making the cold evening almost unbearable. Another hour was about to pass, and Fred had not spoken or moved. Angelina was tempted to walk up to him and see if he still breathed. He stood about two feet from her and from that distance she could see him trembling, Angelina was not sure if it was from the cold, the game or something more.

"Fred..." Angelina started but Fred raised his hand to quiet her.

"Just go Angelina" Fred said

"I'm not going anywhere, whatever it is we can work it out together" Angelina said as she rose from her seat.

She walked to where Fred stood, still facing his back. Angelina placed her hand on his back, impulse made her rest her head on his shoulder.

"Don't do that" Fred said while stepping forward.

" What's wrong with you." Angelina started, she could feel the anger rising. For years they had been friends and now he didn't even want her to touch him "Your acting mental".

At that Fred spun around, his eyes narrowing.

"Oh, mental am I"

"Yes that's what I said, here I am out in the cold waiting for your ass to tell me what wrong and your treating me like dirt." Angelina yelled "I have other things I could be doing besides freezing"

"Well maybe you should go tell your boyfriend" Fred yelled back.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I said go tell Wood cause I don't care" Fred hissed.

"How did you know about..."

"Cause I read his precious letter" Fred said before Angelina could finish.

"What, How dare you... Wait is that what this is all about" Angelina asked, she was now beginning to understand.

"Piss off Angelina" Fred said as he started for the exit.

Shocked at what Fred had just said Angelina blocked his path.

"Piss off, did you just tell me to Piss off..." Angelina said as the frustration started to build. Their faces were inches apart now. "Did you expect me to sit here and twiddle my thumbs while you decided what you wanted."

"You were supposed to wait for me" Fred yelled, his face turning red now.

"Hear me Fred" Angelina said slowly "I was tired of waiting for you, hell I was tired of being alone. It's been almost seven year"

"You only had to wait one more year Angelina. I thought you knew that... but no you go find yourself a fancy, sports star boyfriend" Fred said.

"I never asked you for anyth..." Angelina started.

"You didn't have to" Fred said "You think I haven't noticed, you paying when we go to Hogsmeade, you paying when we go to Diagon Alley . Your Christmas and Birthday gifts to me are almost three times what I could save to spend on you."

"I never wanted..." Angelina started once again. Tears now forming in her eyes "All I wanted was you"

"Really... and your way of showing me that is by shacking up with Wood. I might be poor but I'm not stupid."

"Fred" Angelina said softly, the fight leaving her now.

"What...What excuse could you give me. I mean what could I gave you now Angelina, the hand me down shirt off my back" Fred said, his voice had lost some of its momentum. "How do you think it makes me feel to know that I can't even by you a gift that no one else has worn."

"And now your with him" Fred continued "I can't breath around you, I don't even what to look at you... how long have you been with him? Never mind I don't want to know... I don't care"

"You know what, this is pointless..." Fred said as he started for the exit once again, this time Angelina let him pass.

"In your next letter to your boyfriend I'm sure you can tell him how much I hurt your feeling... maybe he'll buy you something nice to make you feel better... something new." Fred spat out as he walked out of the changing room leaving Angelina alone.


A/N So what do you think... Did you love it? I hope you did? I'm working on Chapter 9 now... Will Angelina and Fred recover from this? Was the fight everything you hoped for? Or was it blah? Let me know : ) I really hope you enjoyed it and Thanks for your reviews... they keep me going.