Oy, Angelina!
Summary: The odd relationship of Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson. Friends or more? Only time will tell...
((Hi. My first chapterized HP fic. Hi. It's rated just to be safe, don't worry. :) It takes place in Fred/George/Angelina/etc. 6th year... (it would have been seventh but they weren't at Hogwarts for Christmas then...) Please R&R!!! So, here we go...)) Disclaimer: I speak for this chapter and all forthcoming chapters when I say "I do not own anything/anyone/any part of this story." Blah, blah, blah...
Chapter One: Taste Testing
"Oy, Angelina!" Fred Weasley called throughout the Gryffindor Common Room. Uh-oh... Angelina thought as she sat by the fire, working on a Transfiguration assignment given over the Christmas holidays.
"What now, Weasley?! I'm working here!" She snapped as he copped over to her.
"I can see that, ma'am. But surely you would be interested in a delightful piece of chocolate to relax your brain to make that horrible homework easier, eh?" He said, waving a piece of chunky chocolate in her face, taking on the voice of a salesperson.
"Get that stuff away from me, Fred. Now." She ordered him, without taking her eyes off of her quill, which was scratching its way across the parchment...
"Come on, Ang! No on else will try it!" He whined.
"No! Now go away!" She scolded him. Fred put on his best 'hurt' look. She hated when he did that. It made her feel guilty- even though he wouldn't feel the least guilty when her tongue grew five feet or she began to molt...
"Ouch. Yeesh, you could have just said you were PMSing and I would have left you alone..."
"Ugh! Fred- go away before I shove that chocolate down your throat!"
"Aw- come on, Ang! Please! Just this once! I won't ask you to ever again!"
"No- what did you do to it, anyways?"
"Erm... well, George and I, we put a transformation potion into it..."
"And what would I transform into, then, hmm?"
"Well... we're not really sure yet. That's why we wanted you to try it. It was either you or some Durmstrang kid, and we didn't want to risk it..."
"Oh- well aren't you just the charmer? I refuse to try it. And don't you dare try to give it to me in my sleep like that faulty pepper mint... My mouth was burning like bloody hell when I woke up..."
"It was George's idea!"
"I'm sure it was- now let me finish this!"
"Fine. Oh- by the way, I disown you as my best friend that is a girl title. I'll go beg Alicia for her to take the position now."
"Oh no, I'm so depressed now. What am I going to do? I know! Finish my work! Now shoo!"
"You can't resist me, Ang, you know it!"
"Oh believe me, I can."
"Look at this cute, freckly, carrot-topped face! You *can't* resist me! And when I look into your eyes you will fall into a deeeep trance and will taste test the Chango-Chocolate. Muahaha!"
"Sorry. You might want to get your trance-eyes fixed, they seemed to be faulty; like your brain."
"Fine. Be that way. I'll go trick Neville into trying my chocolates..."
Hallelujah, she thought, finally getting Fred off her back. He definitely was a pain. But he was a cute, funny, wonderful pain... Okay. So Angelina had had a crush on Fred Weasley for over a year now. But at least she was good at not showing it.
Truth be told, she liked her position as Best Friend That is a Girl. She didn't want to take a risk, get promoted to Girlfriend, get dumped, and be demoted to Person to Hate. Not that Fred would ever go out with her... He was a popular class clown and she was just a chaser with a few good quirks.
Finally! She had finished her assignment! She rolled up her parchment, placed it in her bag, and walked over to a corner where Katie was chatting with Alicia.
"So, I'm going to the Yule Ball with Brian Smith- you know, the one in Ravenclaw!" Katie was chattering. Alicia nodded her head indicating she was listening. ((A/N: Did George go to the Ball with Katie or Alicia or someone else entirely? I really should know this, I read the fourth book 10 times, but I had a brain freeze. Can anyone tell me? As of now, George is going with Alicia if no one minds. *ducks from thrown rocks* Please don't get mad...)).
The Ball! Angelina could only keep from gasping. How could she have forgotten? Well... she had been wrapped up in her Holiday Work lately. But still... everyone had to have been talking about it! Especially with the Durmstang and Beauxbaton students around! Ugh! Now the Ball was coming up and she didn't have a date!
"Oy Angelina!" Fred's voice called again. How she knew it wasn't George's, she never knew. But she did. She always did. And she could also tell that Fred wanted something other than her trying to taste test foods.
"What is it, Fred?" She asked, whipping around.
"Wanna go to the Ball with me?" Whoa. Angelina did a double take. Had he actually said that? Yes, he had, otherwise Alicia and Katie wouldn't be smiling at her.
"Sure." She shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it. When she turned back to face her two friends, a grin had spread across her face. Inside she was jumping for joy, doing a happy little dance. When she picked up a piece of chocolate from the table without noticing and popped it into her mouth, she couldn't help but think, "I guess miracles do happen..."
Summary: The odd relationship of Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson. Friends or more? Only time will tell...
((Hi. My first chapterized HP fic. Hi. It's rated just to be safe, don't worry. :) It takes place in Fred/George/Angelina/etc. 6th year... (it would have been seventh but they weren't at Hogwarts for Christmas then...) Please R&R!!! So, here we go...)) Disclaimer: I speak for this chapter and all forthcoming chapters when I say "I do not own anything/anyone/any part of this story." Blah, blah, blah...
Chapter One: Taste Testing
"Oy, Angelina!" Fred Weasley called throughout the Gryffindor Common Room. Uh-oh... Angelina thought as she sat by the fire, working on a Transfiguration assignment given over the Christmas holidays.
"What now, Weasley?! I'm working here!" She snapped as he copped over to her.
"I can see that, ma'am. But surely you would be interested in a delightful piece of chocolate to relax your brain to make that horrible homework easier, eh?" He said, waving a piece of chunky chocolate in her face, taking on the voice of a salesperson.
"Get that stuff away from me, Fred. Now." She ordered him, without taking her eyes off of her quill, which was scratching its way across the parchment...
"Come on, Ang! No on else will try it!" He whined.
"No! Now go away!" She scolded him. Fred put on his best 'hurt' look. She hated when he did that. It made her feel guilty- even though he wouldn't feel the least guilty when her tongue grew five feet or she began to molt...
"Ouch. Yeesh, you could have just said you were PMSing and I would have left you alone..."
"Ugh! Fred- go away before I shove that chocolate down your throat!"
"Aw- come on, Ang! Please! Just this once! I won't ask you to ever again!"
"No- what did you do to it, anyways?"
"Erm... well, George and I, we put a transformation potion into it..."
"And what would I transform into, then, hmm?"
"Well... we're not really sure yet. That's why we wanted you to try it. It was either you or some Durmstrang kid, and we didn't want to risk it..."
"Oh- well aren't you just the charmer? I refuse to try it. And don't you dare try to give it to me in my sleep like that faulty pepper mint... My mouth was burning like bloody hell when I woke up..."
"It was George's idea!"
"I'm sure it was- now let me finish this!"
"Fine. Oh- by the way, I disown you as my best friend that is a girl title. I'll go beg Alicia for her to take the position now."
"Oh no, I'm so depressed now. What am I going to do? I know! Finish my work! Now shoo!"
"You can't resist me, Ang, you know it!"
"Oh believe me, I can."
"Look at this cute, freckly, carrot-topped face! You *can't* resist me! And when I look into your eyes you will fall into a deeeep trance and will taste test the Chango-Chocolate. Muahaha!"
"Sorry. You might want to get your trance-eyes fixed, they seemed to be faulty; like your brain."
"Fine. Be that way. I'll go trick Neville into trying my chocolates..."
Hallelujah, she thought, finally getting Fred off her back. He definitely was a pain. But he was a cute, funny, wonderful pain... Okay. So Angelina had had a crush on Fred Weasley for over a year now. But at least she was good at not showing it.
Truth be told, she liked her position as Best Friend That is a Girl. She didn't want to take a risk, get promoted to Girlfriend, get dumped, and be demoted to Person to Hate. Not that Fred would ever go out with her... He was a popular class clown and she was just a chaser with a few good quirks.
Finally! She had finished her assignment! She rolled up her parchment, placed it in her bag, and walked over to a corner where Katie was chatting with Alicia.
"So, I'm going to the Yule Ball with Brian Smith- you know, the one in Ravenclaw!" Katie was chattering. Alicia nodded her head indicating she was listening. ((A/N: Did George go to the Ball with Katie or Alicia or someone else entirely? I really should know this, I read the fourth book 10 times, but I had a brain freeze. Can anyone tell me? As of now, George is going with Alicia if no one minds. *ducks from thrown rocks* Please don't get mad...)).
The Ball! Angelina could only keep from gasping. How could she have forgotten? Well... she had been wrapped up in her Holiday Work lately. But still... everyone had to have been talking about it! Especially with the Durmstang and Beauxbaton students around! Ugh! Now the Ball was coming up and she didn't have a date!
"Oy Angelina!" Fred's voice called again. How she knew it wasn't George's, she never knew. But she did. She always did. And she could also tell that Fred wanted something other than her trying to taste test foods.
"What is it, Fred?" She asked, whipping around.
"Wanna go to the Ball with me?" Whoa. Angelina did a double take. Had he actually said that? Yes, he had, otherwise Alicia and Katie wouldn't be smiling at her.
"Sure." She shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it. When she turned back to face her two friends, a grin had spread across her face. Inside she was jumping for joy, doing a happy little dance. When she picked up a piece of chocolate from the table without noticing and popped it into her mouth, she couldn't help but think, "I guess miracles do happen..."