"Katie get back here NOW!" Angelina demanded. It was one of those mornings where things were going just a little too quickly for Miss Johnson. "Stupid git." She spat. Katie was already out the Portrait Hole when Angelina got to the Common Room. The room was silent, until…

"Lee! Give me back my wand!" a familiar voice shrieked. She saw Lee Jordan bolt down the Boys' staircase and run for the fireplace. Fred came down the stairs in his pajamas, on the verge of tears.

"Lee that was NOT cool!" Fred said pointing at his friend.

"No it wasn't. But it was bloody funny!" Lee said pretending to poke the fire with Fred's wand. Angelina just watched from the couch.

"Lee, give him back his wand. What did he do this time?" Angelina asked, stepping into the argument.

"Fred stole my wand and turned it into a tuna again!" Lee said pointing Fred's wand furiously at him. Fred stepped backwards. He leaned towards Angelina.

"Angie, don't let him hurt me. I only did it because HE stole my Potions book." Fred said quivering behind Angelina in mock fright.

"Oh get a grip you blubbering walrus." She said to Fred. "And you," she said pointing to Lee. "Give the wand back to the walrus." She felt like a mother telling her little children that 'It's all fun and games until someone sets the other one on fire'. Lee eventually gave Fred back his wand. Fred twirled it between his fingers.

"Thanks Johnson. He would've turned me into a newt if you hadn't saved me." He said beaming. She looked at him in his pajamas.

"Get dressed you fool. We're going to be late for class. You know how much Professor Snape LOVES Gryffindor." She said in an overly sarcastic tone. "And you know how much I LOVE detention."

"You know," Fred started. "Sometimes I don't know if you're being sarcastic or not. That's hot you know." Angelina stood there. A blank expression was on her face.

"Hot huh?" she asked grabbing her books. "Well, we'll see how hot I am in Potions class, won't we?" she said, her robes fluttering behind her. Fred just watched her walk out of the Portrait Hole.

What did you just say? You moron.

"Mr. Weasley, making up excuses that your mother is sick isn't going to help you this time." Snape growled. Fred was leaning back in his chair. Snape didn't scare him… at least, not anymore.

"Oh, rotten luck for me eh?" he asked looking for an audience. His "audience" was hiding behind text books, trying hard not to be heard. Fits of giggles were heard all around the room.

"Mr. Weasley, you will stay after class to receive your punishment." Snape said turning back to the front of the class. Fred sat there in amazement.

He DIDN'T take away points!

"Oh, and all Gryffindors should be thrilled to know, 20 points have been deducted." Snape said pressing a smile on his face.

How does he smile and his face doesn't crack? It's magic! Well, it most likely is…

Fred all of a sudden had a random ADD outburst and grabbed a new roll of parchment. His quill was violently scribbling something down. He passed the folded piece of parchment to Angelina.

Hey Angie. I'm sorry about the points and all, rotten luck. What's up hot stuff?

Angelina took the note and read it. She giggled slightly and grabbed her quill and started to write. It took her a fair bit longer to write back. Fred thought,

What's with girls and writing notes so long? Why do they show emotion…? Hmm… I'll ask Ang, she should know.

When Fred got the note back it said something like this,

Hey Fred. It's alright, I find that every time your mum's on the deathbed, you seem rather cheerful. And what's with the "hot stuff"? Fred, are you trying to tell me something? Oh well, I'm sitting here and Andrew Shields is breathing on me really hard. I want you to take him out in D.A.D.A. Could you? Eh… what's up with you?

Fred looked puzzled. Angelina usually didn't make sense, but this was ridiculous. Written proof that Angelina Johnson was on crack. Or, it would help him with his theory. Another one was that throwing dung bombs from the top of the Astronomy Tower to the grounds would be a lot more fun. Turns out, it still gets you a detention with Filch. Fred wrote back vigorously. Angelina got the note. It was easy to pass notes in Potions because the caldrons blocked Snape's view.

Andrew Shields eh? You think he's sexier than me, don't you? I'm not going to beat him up; he could snap me like a twig. Like a very, VERY sexy twig. Making sure you got the fact that I'm super good looking. Anyway, I'm rather bored… although I have detention to look forward to… wanna join me? I know you have nothing better to do!

He passed the note back. And the conversation went on like that. Some flirty conversation some rather funny conversation too. The whole class was taken up talking about randomness like, "Oh Fred, you're uterus is showing…" or "Angie, you have ANOTHER erection! I can help satisfy that!" After class ended they looked at the note they had written. It took up three rolls of parchment, front and back.

"Okay, I want page two." Fred said ripping it out of Angelina's hand.

"Do I get the other two then?" she asked, a smirk on her face. "The one's that talk about 'you, me and a set of twins makes three because they're just as bad as one'?"

"Yeah, you keep that. I'm keeping the good part. 'Fred, I love you.' 'I want you.' 'I need you.'" Fred said, panting after every quote.

"What? I never said any of that!" Angelina laughed. "The closest thing I said to that was, 'Fred I need you to beat up Andrew, I think he's trying to rape me!'. No more, no less."

"Yeah, but that's not what all of Hogwarts is going to hear!" he said waving the note in her face and running down the hall. There was no point in chasing him. It's like she didn't even care.

Tell everyone, she thought, Tell everyone the embarrassingtruth.