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-A/N: AHHH! So it starts again! I am beyond happy to see the responses I got for AIL, especially since it was the second time posting it. Thanks to all the returning reviewers and the new ones! Here is the first chapter of the sequel to AIL. Hope it's as good as you remember it. Haha. OMG have you guys all seen the trailer for GOF? How excited are you! A group of friends and I are going to the midnight show. I cannot wait. I'm especially interested in seeing how they set up the whole Yule Ball sequence. Ron/Hermione tension, gotta love it! Ok, I'll stop babbling. Hehe.

September 1

Hogwarts Express

Today marks the official end of summer and the first day of school. Despite the fact it was a great loss that Cedric passed away, this summer was amazing. I don't think I've ever had so much fun. Fred came over my house, quite a few times. Although, I do remember the first few weeks of summer, he wasn't allowed to drop by because of some "personal family business."

I didn't bother to ask what that meant because I knew he'd be too stubborn to tell me. On another note, our TV, DVD player, stereo system and Dell Laptop fascinated Fred. My Mum's a muggle, so she insists on keeping muggle objects in our house. She says that she, "doesn't want to lose touch with her roots."

Whatever that means. I think she's just mad that she's going through menopause. Anyway, besides the fact we've got a TV in our house, my Mum just loves the classic movies, such as Some Like It Hot and A Street Car Named Desire. I always tease her about them, but secretly I love them too. I'm just smitten with the look of the clothing and the utter sophistication of it. I WISH I were as tres cool as Audrey Hepburn or Marilyn Monore. Plus, the guys back then we're just so charming and witty. Fred's idea of charming is to give me a discount on his joke stuff.

One afternoon, I made Fred watch Casablanca. As usual, I started getting teary-eyed at the airport scene when Rick gives Ilsa that whole speech. I looked over at Fred and he seemed bored out of his mind. When he witnessed my tears, he started snickering. You see what I have to deal with? Boys like Fred Weasley just don't appreciate maudlin nostalgic such as the beauty of Casablanca. When the ending credits started to roll, I asked him what he thought of the movie. He shrugged and said it was, "Ok for a chick flick."


Casablanca is SO not the definition of a chick flick. I got so annoyed with his response, that when he tried to kiss me, I turned away. Then Fred spotted my Dad's Kill Bill Volume 1 DVD and begged to watch it. Personally, I can't stand films with blood and gore and all that jazz, with the exception of Gladiator because in all his evil glory, Joaquin Phoenix is hot. But Fred absolutely loved it. I wanted to turn the movie off more than once, because I was getting a little squeamish at the explicit blood bath. But then I realized I was with Fred, so it didn't bother me that much.

About halfway through the movie, I used my powers of seduction (yeah, right) and kissed him. It distracted his attention and we ended up finishing the movie lip to lip, if you know what I mean. But then my Mum walked in and I practically died of humiliation because she cooed, "Greg! Get in here! Our daughter is experiencing her first kiss!"

I thought she was going to make a run for her camera.

Fred's cheeks got as red as his hair and I buried my face in his shoulder, wishing the floor would swallow me whole. Unfortunately, I had to endure five more minutes of my Mum's pointless admiration for my adventures in romance. Fortunately, I did some quick thinking.

"Mum, I do believe I hear some noise. You'd better get out there before that old homeless wizard starts going through your Victoria's Secret catalogue," I strongly urged.

You see, we have this ongoing battle with this homeless wizard that wanders around our neighborhood. He's an absolute prat and insists on reading everything that is supposed to go into our mailbox. I went out to get the mail one morning and I discovered him ripping out pages of my Mum's magazine and taping them to the inside of his army jacket.

I think his name if Jim-Bob or something strange of that manner, but I couldn't understand with the moldy bread dangling out his mouth. Don't ask me why we still have a mailbox. Mum got the idea because she was so annoyed by all the owls coming in. She made Dad put it up. When he told her it was a dumb idea, she got mad and threatened to hide all the boxes of his Chocolate Frogs.

At that, Dad happily nailed it next to the front door, the very next day. Anyway, both my parents are peeved with dear old Jim-Bob and just the mere idea of them sends them into a tizzy. When I let loose that little fib, my Mum made this face as though she could already smell him.

She immediately started muttering curses and went into the kitchen to retrieve a spatula. When she'd located it, she stormed out of the house; weapon held high and eyes narrowed.

Fred looked at me in confusion and started to ask me about the homeless wizard, but I shook my head and put my fingers to his lips. I grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs to my room.

I thought it was safe, because I'd cleaned it up the day before. All my embarrassing underwear with the fluffy dogs driving motorized scooters, (my Mum bought me those), was stuffed at the bottom of my drawer, along with my diary. In all actuality, my room is pretty "guy-friendly."

I have my bed, of course, and a desk set in the corner across from it. There's two bookshelves across from the bed and desk set, stuffed with random objects, such as my collection of glass Unicorns (hey, don't give me that look, I was six years old!) and the occasional school book. My right wall is covered with pictures. (The magical kind.) Most of them are of Katie, Alicia and I. The rest are of my family and the boys and me.

There's this one of Fred and myself that I catch myself smiling at, at least twice a week. It was taken after the Yule Ball, in the common room. My hair is a total mess from dancing, falling all over the place. We're both sitting on the couch, in front of the fire. I'm sitting on Fred's lap and his head is resting on my shoulder. He's looking up at me, saying some ridiculous joke and I'm throwing my head back and laughing.

Anyway, all in all, my room isn't as embarrassing as Alicia's, whose walls and bed sheets are bright pink, in account of a short-lived love for pink when she was eight years old. Her Mum won't let her redo her room, because this year is our last at Hogwarts and Mrs. Spinnet says there's no point in painting the walls when she'll be off on her own in a few months.

Or at least, I thought my room wasn't that embarrassing.

Fred and I were lying on my bed, engaging in a snog fest, when he broke away, looking uncomfortable. I pulled back, afraid that I'd done something wrong.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

He was reaching underneath his back, as though there was something poking him.

"There's something…AH HA!" he declared, swiftly pulling out the object.

We both looked at it and I nearly died the second time that day.

In his hand, was a box of extra strength tampons.

Fred tossed the box over his shoulder, grinning like a loon.

"I'll pretend I didn't see those."

At this, I groaned and buried my face in his chest as he started laughing.

For the rest of the summer, I spent my time hanging out with the girls or going to work. I got this job as a waitress at this really nice wizard restaurant, where all the A-List celebrities go. It's in central (muggle) London and I have to take the tube to get to it. Though the restaurant is in muggle London, no one but wizards/witches of the magical communities even sees it.

It's located in this building that looks like a rundown apartment complex, so all the muggles think it's just an abandoned building. My Mum and Dad made me get a summer job when I turned sixteen, because they were tired of paying for Qudditch accessories and what not. My Dad paid for my new broom, of course, but he wouldn't pay for broom polish or clippers or anything.

Lee is the only one of us that has a summer birthday, so the gang got together at his house for his party. He was the last one to turn seventeen. His birthday is August 17th. Mum and Dad let me use the Floo Network to go to his house. The twins were there of course and so were Katie and Alicia. A few of his cousins were there and his Aunts and Uncles, along with his Grandparents.

Despite this, Lee didn't hold back on kissing Katie senseless when he opened her present. She'd gotten him a Manchester United sweatshirt, a box of Pumpkin Pastries and a book, called Scams, Lies and Gags: The Funniest Wizards in Entertainment Reveal Their Secrets. I'm sure you can guess what the book is about. He really loved the sweatshirt. Manchester United is one of Lee's favorite Qudditich teams, which is also a wizarding university. In the past, many wizarding colleges didn't have Qudditich teams but now, nearly every college has a team, even if they aren't a top school.

Anyway, his party was fun, even though his Grandmother Louise kept trying to take pictures of us eating cake.

The girls and I went to this private beach, which Katie's Aunt Carla belongs to, because she owns a house on the water. We were all enjoying the sunlight and the waves, discussing our love lives and general gossip, when Alicia made this comment that hasn't left me.

We were in a debate about whether or not a girl should take back her boyfriend, if he cheats on her. This was on account of the famous witch and wizard singing duo, Serena Mills and Jude Hall, who had recently announced that they had broken up because Jude had cheated on her.

Katie said she'd take the guy back, because if it was true love, why should you let it get away? I was pondering this and said that it depended on the sort of cheating, you know, just a kiss or something more. Alicia said cheating was cheating and that it didn't matter if it was even Jude Hall, because she didn't condone her guy messing around with some other girl.

And then she made the comment that stuck with me forever.

"You know what they say, once a player, always a player."

And this got me thinking. Should I be worried about Fred? I mean, he always tells me he loves me but he can't erase his past. This is the first time he's had a real relationship. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be worried or happy. I mean, what's a girl to do when her boyfriend is a Sex God and Ex-Player to the Max?

Should she keep a watchful eye on him or would that make him annoyed? Or should she pray for the best and wear her heart on her sleeve?

I just don't know. Fred and Lee are wandering up and down the train compartments, no doubt trying to sell some wacky joke product they've come up with. Alicia's taking a nap and Katie is finishing the last of some essay that Snape assigned for summer homework. I don't want to bug them and tell them my concerns, because I told them about eighty times during this summer and a few hours before.

Alicia told me that I shouldn't be worried, because Fred obviously loves me more than life itself and he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Katie said that she agreed with Alicia and that it was highly unlikely that Fred would do anything to screw up our relationship.

But as they say, you can't teach an old dog new tricks. I know Fred won't be the perfect, fairy-tale boyfriend. He's not going to throw his jacket over a puddle so my feet won't get wet, or bring me breakfast in bed. In fact, he'd probably throw me INTO the puddle. But I told him I didn't want him to be that way. And I sincerely don't. I like him just the way he is. But I'm just afraid that once the school year starts, he'll go back to his old ways.

Some of the girls Fred used to date could have been super models. Most of them looked and dressed ten times better than I ever will. I would understand why he'd get bored with me and go back to one of those girls.

Though I'd be totally crushed. This year is our last year at Hogwarts and I promised myself I wouldn't get too serious with Fred. I mean, who knows where we'll end up after graduation? Katie wants to go into fashion, Alicia's still undecided and I'm thinking about heading off to Manchester, to train for Qudditich, in hopes of getting drafted professionally and in the mean time, playing for Manchester United.

I can't predict whether or not all of us will even keep in touch that much. I know I don't want to break the friendships I have, but life sometimes has other plans. I'd be devastated if Fred and I split up because of something silly, like distance problems. I mean, I have the rest of my life to get settled. But I don't want to be with anyone else but Fred. I honestly could see myself spending the rest of my life with him.

I'm just confused, once again, as you can see. I'm sad that this year will be the last time I ride the train and step foot into Hogwarts again. But I'm also relieved that I can go out on my own and never see some of our professors again (cough SNAPE cough). I'm just a ball of emotions. Qudditich should be interesting, this year. I hope I get captain. I think Alicia would make a better captain than me, though. She always has great game strategies. But she's said she'd rather follow than lead.

We'll see, though.

This year certainly won't be the easy cruise and snooze I thought it would be. I mean, I literally have the rest of my life in my hands. Next year, my life isn't planned out for me. I have to actually do something with it. I hope I have the grades to get into Manchester. They don't just rely on Qudditich skills alone, you know. From what Professor McG has told me, they want a "well-rounded" student.

Gah. And signing up for advanced charms, potions and transfiguration isn't going to be any easier. At least I don't have to take History of Magic anymore. Too bad for Alicia! She'll be the only one of us six taking it. I hope Fred and I have potions together. I don't think I could bear it without him. Fred says he only signed up for advanced potions because it helps a lot when making joke items. George and him have this dream to open up a joke shop in Hogsmeade. I think it's a good idea but not a practical one.

I mean, I'm sure it would be a success. The twins are very popular and anything to do with their jokes are always a hit. But how would they pay for it? Fred told me he already has the funds to start it, but he won't tell me where he got all this money. After that whole episode with Bagman, he practically lost his life savings.

I don't know. Those two work in mysterious ways. If Fred and I have potions together, at least I'll be able to pass the time with the occasional snog and secret but oh so fun teasing of Snape.


On top of wondering what the hell I'm going to do with the rest of my life, I have to endure another year of Snape TWICE a day.

….On the bright side, at least I'm the girlfriend of a Sex God.