Fan Fiction ❯ Horny Juice ❯ Chapter XIII ( Chapter 13 )

~*Horny Juice*~

~*Last Chapter*~

But surely I'm entitled to that, aren't I? But I did finish thinking just in time to hear myself say, "AND I **NEVER** WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, FRED WEASLEY!!!" 'Oh, that was a bit harsh, he does love me a lot, that'll kill him!' I thought to myself.

I looked at him. He looked shocked, hurt and more than anything scared. I couldn't stand him looking at me like that, like I was going to self detonate if he so much as breathed in my direction. I had to get out of here, if to just stop him from looking so terrified of me. So I got up off the bed and ran out the door, down the stairs, out the common room and later on out the Hogwarts Castle. I needed to be alone, to think. I mean, what a fucking bombshell to be landed with!

~*Chapter13*~

It had been a few day's since the whole "I never want to see you again" thing, Fred and Angelina would hardly stay in the same room together unless they were forced to, like classes. But when it came to breakfast or dinner and even after classes in the Common Room they'd still keep they're distance, yet deep inside they really didn't want to be apart.

~*Fred's POV*~

It was Sunday, so all's quiet in the common room where Fred was thinking about last night when he and George went to the Three Broomsticks and got hopelessly pissed to the point where they could barely walk, let alone remember. He told George what happened to him and Angelina a few nights ago (Drinking age here in the UK is 18, They're coming to the end of year 7 so they're 18+, k?). Next thing he remembers they were both crawling from the secret passageway that lead from Hogwarts to Hogsmead, thoroughly drunk, leaning on each other for support which their own legs couldn't provide, singing a song their mum used to sing when they were little:

~*Flashback*~

"I PITY MYSELF, I DO,"

"I PITY MYSELF, NOT HALF,"

"THERE'LL BE WHISKY, WINE AND SHERRY AND RUM FOR THE COACHMAN TOO,"

"I'LL BE WITH YOU GOIN' THERE, WON'T BE WITH YOU COMIN' BACK,"

"I PITY MYSELF I DOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Then they'd laugh. "You know *hiccup* Fred, that song was made for you." George said to his twin brother.

"Huh? Why? *hiccup*"

"Because, you div *hiccup*, the songs about a dead man, feeling sorry for 'im*hiccup*self at 'is own funeral."

"Amma gonna die?" Fred asked stupidly.

"We're all gonna die," George said philosophically (It's amazing how you can get like that sometimes when your drunk) "But Angelina's gonna kill you ain't she?"

"Neah, *hiccup*" Fred giggled, "If she was gonna, she'd of done it by now." Fred pointed at his brother in the chest and pushed him with his finger for emphasis.

"Ahhh, right! Gotcha!" George giggled as well. He didn't know why nothing funny was said, but his mouth wanted to laugh, just like his legs didn't want to walk when they both collapsed on the staircase to the boy's dorm.

~*Flash Forward*~

As the memory faded and he was brought back into reality he heard footsteps padding down the staircase. Like who ever it was, was jogging down the stairs. As Fred slowly turned to see who it was, bearing in mind he still had a bit of a hangover and it was early in the morning, his mind turned into a numb mush as he saw Angelina approaching the bottom of the stairs.

~*Angelina's POV*~

As Angelina ran down the stairs, she was too busy thinking about going out to the Quidditch pitch and doing a few laps to clear her cluttered mind to even see Fred slouched on the settee staring at her. But as she went to grab a hair scunchy to ponytail her hair she had to cross the settee to get to the coffee table it was sitting on.

"Ow!" Angelina screamed as she tripped and fell over Fred's sprawled out legs.

Fred gasped as he hurriedly rushed to where Angelina was on all fours on the floor. "Oh Merlin, Angel. Are you ok?" Granted they weren't supposed to be going out with each other, or maybe not even friends, he still couldn't help but call her by the nickname HE gave her, `Angel'.

"Ow, shit, shit, shit!" She screamed as she clutched her left hand. When Fred called her Angel that's the first time she noticed him. She was too busy thinking that she didn't see him or his feet.

"I'm so sorry Angelina." Fred went to hold her left hand to see what, if anything was wrong with it.

Angelina clutched her hand closer to her chest and supportably shields it with her right. "No, I'm sorry Fred, I should of seen you."

"No, I should of put my feet up on the settee instead of on the floor. It's my fault." Fred looked at her in the eyes. It looked to her as if he was apologising for everything he may of done wrong in his entire life. She could not resist that look.

"Your right there, Fred." She smiled though her pain. She looked down to her hand clutched to her chest.

"Is your hand ok?" Fred motioned out to hold her injured hand again.

She hesitantly let him hold her hand and answered him. "I don't think so. I think it's broke."

"Oh no! That's your catching-hand and your broom-hand when you're throwing with your right." Fred referred to her injury in Quidditch terms.

"I know," Angelina sighed, "and ironically I was about to go and do a few laps round the pitch this morning to relax me..."

"Come on, lemme take you Madame Pomfey. And she'll get you sorted."

She smiled appreciatively at him. "Thanks Fred. That'll be good."

~*End Chapter 13*~

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Has Angelina forgiven Fred?? Oh and in case your wondering when George called Fred a "Div", it wasn't a typo, it's a cuss, it's like calling someone an idiot, for the benefit of non-UK readers ^_^

::Lady Jayde Une looks around stupidly... I wonder what I'm gonna write now...:: HELP ME!!! TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD WRITE OR ADD TO THE STORY!!!! I'D LOVE TO KEEP WRITING BUT I'M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!!

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Anyway... On to thanking the lovely readers who reviewed my last chapter:

Ashliegh: Awwww, dun' slap her. She's bin frew a lot. I fink she's calmed down some, now. Maybe Fred can talk some sense to her now.

Wheezes: Yeah, 'is conscience is rough, init! And I thought everyone would be bored with this b'now. Cus it's mad, and it's DRAGGING on ot god nows where! :P

Prepkillr2009: Hi, your new! Welcome to the Horny Juice club! And saying something is gay sounds like something Ozzy Osbourne says. Hehehehe.

Oriencor: Noooooo!!!! Not the dreaded writers block!!! I hope you defeat it soon ^_^

Laura: Hi! What do you think should happen next? Help me!

Faye: I dun' wanna stop writing but I'm runnin' outta ideas. Is there anything you would like me to add?

LilAznAngl13: Awwww, that's nice, thanks!!

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