Okay, we will call this The Real Chapter 14. I hope you enjoy it.
My story picks up with Fred and Angelina's year 7 (HP book 5 OotP)... Here goes!
It had been five days.
Five days ago Angelina walked away from Fred, down the dark and lonely corridor trying to hold back tears.
Five days of waiting, of wondering if Fred was going to send some kind of word.
Five days of nothing.
And now the weekend was here which meant a trip to town. Angelina walked to Hogsmeade alone, leaving much later then the rest of the students. She chose not to tag along with Alicia and Katie because this would not be a joyous walk. She wanted to be alone, to have time to think. To weight the pros and cons of what she was going to do today.
Two days ago after staring at a piece of parchment for over an hour she'd wrote a short note to Oliver asking him to meet her at Hogsmeade. And now as Angelina walked to meet him she tried to form words in her head. Words to tell him it was over.
The closer she got to the old building the more her thoughts became inconsistent. What was she doing? Was she really going to do this? Would Fred come back after she told him she'd ended it with Oliver? Was it even a smart thing to do? To end it with Oliver in the first place... God the choices she had to make, the questions taking over her thoughts were never ending.
Pushing open the door to Hogsmeade pub Angelina spotted Oliver immediately in the mostly empty room. As she walked to the table he stood, giving her a hug before leaning in to kiss her. Angelina turned her head slightly so that he kissed her cheek, not her lips.
"Hey" Oliver said before retaking his seat at the small two person table by the fireplace. You could almost think it was romantic. Maybe he'd been here for a while to ensure he got what he thought would be the best table for them. Because that was something Oliver would do...
"Hey" it was the only reply Angelina could come up with because right now it seems her mind was running a hundred thoughts and none were a common greeting.
"You okay?"
It was his usual to reach for her hands which she almost always put on the table but today Angelina made sure they stayed in her lap. No contact was the best.
"Yes... no, yes..." Angelina said before taking in a deep breath and releasing it.
"No. I'm just going to be straight with you... I have to end this Oliver." Angelina said what a voice neither calm or steady. "Please don't hate me." As Angelina said this she wondered... Is this were the emotion is coming from? The fact that Oliver could hate her, would hate her when he was such a genuine and honest person put her on edge the most.
"What... where is this coming from" Oliver said before tilting his head. "Angelina look at me. What's wrong?"
"It's... It's just that... I'm not for you..." It was the only thing Angelina could think of to say. She still hadn't bother to look up, to meet Oliver eye to eye.
"I am sorry." Angelina said as she finally looked up seeing the sad smile on Olivers face.
"Fred right? That git"
"Yeah, him"
"I use to see you, how you two acted with each other all the time. It was kinda mental watching you two. But when I finally realized he was never going to ask you to date him, I got up the courage to ask you..." Oliver started "I always wonder why you chose me over him but I guess you didn't."
Because she had no response Angelina said nothing... she sat there in silence. And continued to sit there and watch as Oliver stood and walked towards the door. Out of her life without a goodbye or a backwards glance.
How much time passed she didn't care, had she made the right choice she didn't know. She thought about this as she walked a path that would eventually lead her back to Hogwarts. It was a little after five in the evening but because it was a winter month the cold and wind kept most people in some type of building. Stopping short at a rock wall she sat to watch the sun set. To think about what she would do next. As the wind picked up a hand reached out to brush her loose hair behind her ear. She knew that hand. Would recognize it anywhere. Without saying a word she placed her hand on the wall.
Fred sat next to her, lifting her hand and entwined it with his.
They said nothing to each other. Him being there was comfort Angelina needed.
Okay so now that you've picked yourself up off the floor... Let me just say... Yes, I'm back and yes I'm thinking about continuing this story... Why you ask?
A. Because after years (yes it's been YEARS) I'm still getting reviews and PM's about it. It's freaking AWESOME! I read your PM's and review and wanted to say Thank You and this seems to be the only way to do it.
B. I'm over the death of Fred (finally) and I think I can write the story how I planned it in my mind :)
C. I want to finish this story... I have three half completed original manuscripts but for some reason I can never finish. I think my fear of failure is stopping me from completing ANY of my stories (original or on this site) but I'm determined to finish at least one, so Imma start with this one :)
Thank you all for supporting this story (even the folks pissed at me for hooking Angelina up with Fred... sorry bout that, just delete it from your memory)!
