okay, here's the second one! Angelina-centric like the first one - actually, they all are :P anyway, here you go!
Disclaimer: characters, proper nouns, &c? not mine.
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dance.
Last December they were full of excitement, getting ready for the Yule Ball, but this year they're humming with anger. Angelina divides her time between training her new Beaters, studying for N.E.W.T.s, practicing for the D.A. and fuming about Umbridge.
Alicia tells her she's lucky. "I have to do everything you do and deal with Lee. Boyfriends are too much trouble."
Angelina laughs. "Like I would know."
"That's just it! Whatever you and Fred have, it's perfect. You know, not actually dating. All the pros and none of the cons."
Angelina snorts and gives her friend a shove. "That's what you think."
She usually doesn't mind their whatever-it-is: Quidditch practices and kisses at parties and stolen glances and – the Yule Ball.
It's been exactly a year since he asked her, she realizes one night. She's alone in the common room, writing a Charms essay. She turned on the radio to break the silence, but now she can't focus; it keeps playing songs she and Fred danced to.
She hears footsteps on the stairs.
"Hey, Angelina," he says, and she knows it's Fred before she even looks up. He smiles at her. "Want to dance?"
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