Angelina's POV, now some of the POV's will be from behind days, or from further like two or three days.
not much going on.
more happens because we follow Ginny to Hogwarts!
then back to the TRIO woohoo
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So George is obviously a bit dafter than what I had thought. I followed Fred upstairs-No not to shag, you filthy dirty minded people! - And set on the bed which he was so graciously waiting for me on. Loser!

"Angelina soon to be Weasley" Fred said pulling me into his arms, so we were setting next to each other on the bed his arms wrapped around me –Did I mention we're in his old room- so I was just staring at him, a huge smile on his face.

"This is neither Ron's bed nor is it Ginny's" Haha nice Fred. You know what he's thinking? I do! But I'm not going to.

"Fred Weasley, I will not shag until our wedding night" Serious no, evil yes.

Fred's eyes opened wide "Listen when you did this in sixth year it was cute, but NO ABSOLUTELY NOT" Haha I love getting him all worked up- Nice Angelina that sounded wrong. Okay so now we are just setting there.

"Joke, Frederick"

"Oi, woman what did I say?"

"That you hate me calling you Frederick"

"Yet you continue to call me the name in which I despise so much"

"Your mum gave it to you not me!"

awkward silence...

"Ang" Here is comes he is going to ask me and I am going to lock the door and silence the room.

"Fred?"

"I love you" Well that was something unexpected, I think I enjoy hearing him say that more than shagging… No but it's just as nice.

"I love you too" Sure a little too sensitive, but hey I love the man, I am going to marry him!

So he pushed his head up, and I pushed mine, and well he kissed me, yes those oh so sweet kisses. It was something so perfect. I know I'm getting all sappy. Well here is a laugh, Fred the shag master, haha nice right? Well the Shag master fell asleep in my arms.

She while he set's here sleeping with me-not in the good sense- I set here thinking about the new Shag Master Weasley.

Well, I was awfully shocked to hear that about Hermione, not disappointed the Weasley boys have something special about them, that's for sure! But Hermione and Ron are so-well actually their same age as Fred and I were.

Merlin's those kids have been through loads more then Fred and I ever have. Fighting like that, not even know if they'll live tomorrow. I guess I don't really know what to say, they're allowed to do what ever they want. I know Ron has waited long enough.

But that letter just didn't sound right; I think I am going to ask Ginny for a second look.

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So I eventually fell asleep next to Fred –no not with him- ha ha nice I know right?

I of course got up to see him still sleeping, so I made my way down stairs.

"Angelina, what do you think about pink?" asked Mrs. Weasley from the kitchen.

Pink, for what exactly?

"Pink is…Nice" I hope she doesn't mean my gown, I know what I want and pink is not on the menu. Could you imagine this black girl walking down the aisle with a bright pink gown, I would kill myself.

"Just darling, I think we should have pink flowers on each table- Roses yes roses" Fewf, I didn't want to fight Fred's mom, and I would have believe you me- okay no I wouldn't have but I would have gotten upset, but not told her.

"Pink roses sound delightful" I don't care about the roses, I only care about my dress, my Fred and our wedding night. Well I mean you know-we've shagged- but I mean everyone, well almost everyone know except me mum and dad, and Fred's mum and dad, and I think Professor Lupin, well my ex-professor. I know that darling fiancé of his: Tonks knows, thanks to one antsy Fred Weasley, you'd think he could have waited at their engagement party, but no not Frederick Weasley.

"Splendid" she is such a nice… scary, but nice woman.

"Angelina" that was Ginny, she just walked in.

"That's my name don't wear it out" Loser… I'm talking about me.

Ginny smiled and looked at Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen, then whispered.

"Fred does" She laughed, that was unlike Ginny Weasley. She usually acted like Fred and I are virgins, not that she is the judgmental type, and Ginny is very much of a free spirited.

I think she just prefers not thinking about her brothers doing unholy things…

"Well that's Fred" I laughed "So what's up?"

Ginny played with her hair "That letter from Hermione"

OH yeah I bet she enjoyed that haha "What about it?"

"It doesn't make sense, I mean… it just… didn't sound like Hermione Granger, at least not the one I've known for six years" This is so true, but what did you-know-who write a fake letter saying Hermione and Ron shagged? I mean what good would that do?

"It didn't but what do you think about it?" That sounded wrong Angelina "I mean what you thought about it not being Hermione"

Ginny laughed. "I don't know, I just… oh I don't know I'll ask her at the wedding I guess"

The wedding, she is going to wait… ok we're in September and it's in November- she's going to wait two months?

"You know that's two months away?"

"Yeah, but I'm not to eager to know if it is true or not" she laughed. Ok that is Ginny I know, keep the personal life private.

"Well, I've got to pack" Oh right she's going back to Hogwarts. I'm going to miss this little spunky red head for the next month.

"You need any help?" not that I want to, it's almost like a rhetorical with me, I ask but I don't expect an asnwer, well at least not a 'Yes'

"Nah, I can handle it" Yes you can, fewf I thought she might accept that would have been work.

Ginny walked upstairs leaving me alone, in the dinning room, with nothing but a wooden table and a vase of daisies.

So I to began to play with my hair, boring.. Okay so now I'm staring at the vase... Boring. What could I do?

"Oh Fred" Haha nap times over...

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I was frightened I only got one review, I take reviews very serious ARRG okay lol
so here it is, the Angelina POV, I didn't get many votes so I just decided to do it in a line, the way it started it shall end.
Huh? I don't even know hwt aI meant?
Okay well, this is the what chapter? seventh?
this will probably end with 13 like the last, maybe a bit more