Okay everyone, here's the second chapter. finally.

sorry it took so long, i've been horribly busy. thanks

to those who reviewed! 3

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"C'mon then." Angelina smirked, removing herself from George's lap and turning to face him. "If we're going to walk before curfew we'd better be going," she continued, her hands once again akimbo on her hips as she looked up at the smirking red head.

George's eyes lingered on her curves for a moment as she stood before him before he returned her smirk with one of his own "Who said anything about 'before curfew', my dear?" He let his eyes trail lazily over her before standing himself, forcing her back a step. "But you're quite right about going," he added, winking flirtaciously, "I'm rather impatient to get on myself."

Angelina felt her cheeks grow hot under his gaze and was glad to find an excuse to break what had quickly become a staring match to turn and glare at Fred and Alicia as the two snickered, arms around each other. "Oh shut up, Alicia. If you don't end up in his dorm for the night then I'll eat my wand. Whole." Her best friend only laughed more loudly.

"She's right, ya know," Fred murmured into Alicia's ear. "Or I hope she is" He pressed a noisy, theatrical kiss on her cheek, making the girl squeal.

Angelina rolled her eyes at the two as they sprawled across the couch. It had been obvious since fifth year to everyone but themselves that they would eventually get together. And now it was happening. Angelina wasn't sure how long it would last-- they were both so fiery and independent --but they were equally stubborn, and Angie knew that they would throw themselves into trying to make it work.

The black haired girl started as George's arm snaked yet again around her waist, pulling her with him and making her heart sputter "C'mon now, let them be," George murmured in her ear, his smooth lips sending chills down her spine as they brushed her ear, "You know she can take care of her self if anyone can. Besides, it's not like she's in the least bit unwilling." Angelina smiled reluctantly at the truth of his words. They'd spent the majority of the past year mooning over each other. Angie had listened to both of them bemoaning the lack of progress with the other side, and it had driven the woman to near insanity that the two of them, so bold about everything else, had not been able to express their feelings toward each other.

Angelina found herself distracted as George offered her his hand in assistance with exiting the common room. She only glared at this. "I have always been perfectly capable of entering and exiting this room with you WITHOUT your help, George," she said acidly "I am not made of glass, some fragile flower who requires careful handling lest she break, and I would appreciate not being treated as such."

"Right you are my A-- err, that is-- Angelina," he struggled as her glare only darkened at his words "Slip of the tongue, Ang, forgive me that, will you?" He added to the near apology with a quick kiss that left her momentarily reeling, if only from the lust that suddenly overtook her.

"Fine, fine. Forgiven, prat"

"Thank you, love. Gracious as always." She swatted him again but he merely grinned and captured her hand in his own, swinging it childishly as they strolled silently down the corridors. "So," he finally said, once again uncharacteristically sober, "I brought you out here because I wanted to ask something...privately." He pulled her to a stop, pulling aside a tapestry to reveal a small, sheltered nook that she vaguely remembered having sheltered in during her assistance in one of their pranks. He bowed in a very George-like manner, waving her into the dark niche and following behind her, letting the tapestry fall into place.

It was somewhat difficult to see in the small, rather dim space and it took Angelina a few moments of blinking before she could make out George's familiar form in the dark. "George, why the hell did you drag me out here," she questioned "If you wanted somewhere dark and cramped, we could just as well have used the broom closet in the common room-- it's closer to a bed," she added pointedly.

"Not to worry Angie, this room has....special significance. I didn't 'drag you here' for no reason. But I just wanted to ask--you know, make sure, as it were." Angelina blinked and frowned, then stifled his awkward speech with a firm kiss, sliding her arms around his neck.

"George, do me a favor and shut up? I did not come out here with the intention of letting you ruin a perfectly good bit of fun by asking me whether or not I was sure about having sex with you," she said bluntly "If I weren't sure, I sure as hell wouldn't do it, now would I," she added. "I AM capable of making my own decisions just as much as Alicia. More so, considering I'm not drunk. Well, not as drunk," she amended with a smirk.

George was silent for a moment, though she could feel his eyes on her face, and then he smiled, white teeth flashing in the dark before he kissed her hotly, his hands drifting down her sides to settle on her hips as his tongue begged entrance to her mouth. Angelina made another noise in the back of her throat as their tongues wrestled, her arms tightening around his neck as she stretched onto her toes to better reach him. "Mmn," She smirked as his own arms tightened around her, pulling her more snugly against him as one finger slid down the exposed skin of her lower back to dip below the waistband of her jeans. "You said...something--special....about this spot?" her question came out broken, interrupted by a gasp as he trailed his lips down her neck, nibbling lightly at the sensitive skin.

He laughed, his breath hot across her neck and traced his nose along the collar of her shirt. "It's rather conveniently located is all." His voice, other than being just slightly husky, was unchanged, as though he was not as effected by what they were doing as she was. Angelina again found herself annoyed that he could be so collected even as her body screamed for her to hurry up. " The Room of Requirement is just down the hall." THAT got her attention.

"Is it really now," she pulled away to grin playfully at him, her annoyance forgotten, "That's rather....exciting." he shivered at the heat in her voice as she ran her hands down his sculpted chest, and she grinned in triumph. A reaction at last. So perhaps he wasn't totally immune.

"Mmm" the noise was partially agreement part moan of pleasure as one of Angelina's hands continued it's way father down his chest. She let one finger run over the buttons of his shirt until she touched the waist band of his pants. She paused there for a moment before letting it drift even lower, brushing tauntingly over the zipper before coming to rest lightly over the swell that was hurriedly becoming more pronounced against his pants.

She lifted her head to grin up at him and was pulled into another heated kiss, his arms pressing her tight against him so that she could feel him pressing against the inside of her leg as his hands settled lower over her arse, making the young woman smirk against his lips. Nibbling hungrily at his lower lip, Angelina moved her hand to tug impatiently at the waist band of his pants before her fingers began fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

George pulled away from the kiss, panting and shook his head silently as he tried to stop her. She frowned and he grabbed her hands in his own. "Take it easy Ang," she glared at him and opened her mouth to argue, stung by his apparent rejection "It's not that I don't want you, sweetheart, it's just...." he glanced around at their location. "C'mon." He kept a tight hold on her slender hands in one of his as he pulled back the tapestry peering outside before pulling her with him down the corridor. He paused before an apparently blank stretch of wall, released her hands and ordered "Stay." before he began pacing up an down before the wall, muttering under his breath and concentrating. Angelina watched him silently, unable to stop herself sulking at the interruption, despite her awareness of the fact that they needed somewhere more private.

And then there was the door. George opened it inward, bowing as he allowed Angelina to enter first. When she did so, she was struck by the casual warmth of the room. It looked almost exactly as it had an hour before, when they had finished their after-hours party, with a few exceptions. It was dimmer in the room, the fire crackling more quietly and the only other light supplied by a surplus of candles scattered around the room. A large bed dominated the area that had previously been occupied by a couch, while there were but two armchairs and a love seat left of what had originally held their gathering.

Angelina smiled and turned around as George put his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her neck. "Now where were we?" She rolled her eyes at the corniness of the question, but was quickly distracted as he pulled her around to kiss her again, gently pressing her back into the door. She smirked, fingers fumbling at the buttons of his shirt before removing it from his lean body. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, tugging gently at it as she ran her hands hungrily over his chest.

"Ah, right," he murmured against her lips, a chuckle in the back of his throat as she stretched onto her toes again, pulling herself close to his bare torso as she kissed him again. Her stretching pulled up the hem of her shirt, leaving a significant gap between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her jeans; George waisted no time in exploring that area, his hands sliding beneath her shirt to run over her flat stomach, toned from hard work to keep up with the competition in Quiditch. She shivered at his touch, grinding against him and eliciting a soft moan.

"Mmmn, Angel, you...." She bit down on his lip, silencing him effectively, and pushed him backward until his knees hit the edge of the vast bed, forcing him to sit. He smirked up at her as she pulled away, scowling down into his face, her hands having returned to her hips.

"George, you are going to pay for calling me Angel, you know that?"

"I was counting on it love," he retorted, arms wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her foreword and pressing a soft kiss to the smooth mocha skin of her exposed stomach.

Angelina shivered and ran her fingers through his hair, shifting to straddle his lap as she did so. Leaning in to nibble at his ear, the young woman whispered "Payback," softly against his ear. The sound he made at that made Angelina believe that perhaps it wasn't so torturous for him as she had expected it to be. She would have to do something about that.

It was George's turn to pull away this time, his eyes running over her in the admiring way she had come to know he saved only for her. The look did strange things to her heart, making it race as her stomach twisted in pleasure and anticipation. "You," he stated in mock annoyance, "are wearing too many clothes." Angelina raised her eyebrows at him, hiding sudden nervousness. She felt abruptly self-conscious about the hard muscles of her stomach and the full curves that she so often caught George admiring. In her own opinion, she wasn't much to look at, particularly compared to some of the other girls in their year, but George always seemed to have his eyes on her when she turned to look at him. She couldn't really fathom why. Certainly she had ample curves that accentuated her small, toned waist, but beyond that there was little....

There was no more time for her to worry on the matter as George's warm hands slipped her shirt up and over her head, revealing a practical black bra-- no fancy lace for Angelina, the stuff itched --and a vast expanse of soft, somewhat scarred skin. It wasn't like George hadn't seen her shirtless before, but those times had been less personal. She'd changed in the same locker room as him for years, but she'd always worn a sports bra and she rarely changed her pants while he was there. This was different, this was her exposing herself purposefully to him and she felt shy as he looked at her for a moment, silent and expressionless. Finally the silence grew too much for the girl to bear. She tugged at a braid and mumbled, "Look, if you don't, I mean....change your mind--not much to," she barely registered the fact that she was talking in the same ridiculous way that she had scolded George for only moments earlier.

George frowned, then whistled through his teeth, grabbing her yet again as she made to pull away from him, already reaching for her shirt. "What? No, Angie, Merlin woman, what are you doing!?" He seemed slightly stunned, blinking like a deer caught in the headlights as he stumbled for words, her stuttering obviously not registering with him. Then, suddenly, he shook his head, like a dog ridding itself of water and pulled her back onto the bed beside him, pushing her back and kissing her softly. "I didn't change my mind stupid," he whispered gently.

"Then..?"

"I was sort of admiring my luck."