Disclaimer: All Characters belong to JK Rolling.
Angelina got an owl. That's how it all started. Now, ordinarily getting an owl from your parents isn't cause for alarm. Unless . . .
"Wake up Angie!" her best friend Alicia Spinnet yelled, throwing a strawberry at her.
"Stop! I'm awake."
"Maybe she's daydreaming." Katie Bell joined in.
"About who though I wonder?" Alicia said.
"Hmm," Katie started. "Maybe a certain red-haired twin that just asked her to the Yule Ball."
"And who happens to be right behind her."
"What!" Angelina screamed only to have her friends burst into hysterics. "Very funny."
"What's so funny?" Asked a familiar voice as an arm casually went around her shoulder. His hair whisked her face as he leaned close to her and he smelled all squeaky and clean like he just got out of the bath.
"Huh," She said before catching herself. "Oh, nothing." Calm down Ange, this is just Fred we're talking about. He's your friend, like he has been for years.
"Ohh, you shouldn't keep secrets from friends Angel face." He said sitting next to her as he gave her a wink.
You see, he said it himself, friend. So what you guys had been seriously flirting since the year started. So what he asked you to the Ball—in front of everyone. That doesn't mean anything's going to change. So what if you turned down four guys including Cedric Diggory just because you thought Fred was going to ask you, luckily Fred didn't know about that. The group, the six of them, had decided to go together anyway. They did everything else together. Although, he did ask her specifically.
Angelina didn't have time to stay in her thoughts for long because George and Lee joined the group as well.
Silent reverie was officially over.
"Sorry." Fred whispered leaning closer to her.
"What?"
"I um, didn't mean to interrupt you guys. I just wanted to say hello. I hope you didn't mind." He continued. His voice sounded strange. It was all choppy. If Angelina didn't know Fred so well she would have sworn that he sounded nervous. And why was Fred apologizing; he constantly interrupted them without a second thought. It was kind of his thing.
"No, I didn't mind." She answered softly.
"Oi, Fred." George yelled. "She already said she'd go with you. Now, focus we've got work to do."
Angelina just looked down hoping to disappear. She was really glad that her skin was brown so no one could really see her blush. Fred's face however seemed to blend in with his hair. He threw his brother a dirty look and pulled away from Angelina. The awkward silence that settled was thankfully interrupted by the screeching of owls. The mail was here. Angelina looked up to see Eros her mother's owl swoop down and drop a letter in her lap. Without stopping the Tawny owl swooped around and made it's way to the Slytherin table. Uh, oh. That can't be good, Angelina thought. Luckily everyone was too preoccupied with there own mail to notice that last bit. Fred and George seemed particularly annoyed by a piece of mail they received and leaned forward to discuss it.
Angelina didn't worry about that, she had her own problems to attend to. She slowly ripped open the letter on her mother's embossed parchment. She began to read it and nearly choked on her juice.
"Angel, are you okay." Fred said focusing his attention on her once more as she started coughing. Angelina looked around to see her other friends were looking at her with equal concern. She just swallowed hard, nodded her head and excused herself. She calmly walked out of the Great Hall, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. As soon as she got out the double doors she attacked the letter again. No, it couldn't be true. Why now? Why now when everything was now starting to go well.
"Fancy meeting you here."
"Shut up!" She said without looking up.
"You'll never guess what I just got?" He asked with a sneer.
"I said shut up."
"You can't guess?" He said moving closer to her.
"Draco, I swear if you say one more word to me-"
"You'll what? Will you un-invite me to the Ball? Well it's too late your mum's already invited me." He crossed his arms on his chest. "So have you asked the Weasel yet? I can't wait to see that. I'm sure the rents will love it. You elegantly dressed in Vera Fang robes and your twin Weasel in some hand me down-"
"I Hate You!" Angelina said moving so they were almost nose to nose. She turned to leave but Draco grabbed her hand.
"How long do you really think that you can keep this up, Ina? Especially now-"
The doors of the Great Hall opened and out came Fred and George obviously in a hurry. Angelina quickly reclaimed her hand from Draco not sure if Fred saw her or not. He had to have seen something because he paused and looked back toward them. Luckily George grabbed him and pulled him towards the staircase.
"Hey," Angelina said nervously as she sat next to Fred in potions that afternoon. They had been partners since thier first year when Snape learned that having Fred and George together, playing with potions, and fire, was an invitation for disaster.
"So, you just jetted out during breakfast." He said.
"Oh, yeah." She said not knowing what else to. By, the look in his eyes she knew he was going to ask her more.
"So, everything okay?"
"Oh, no problem. Nothing much."
Fred just looked at her for a moment before leaning back in his chair. He lazily put his hands behind his head. As he leaned back in his chair the light landed on him. Strands of red hair sparkled in the sunlight. Like George, he had grown his hair out over the summer and it swayed as he rocked in his chair. "It's damn bad luck that we have no Qidditch this year huh?"
Angelina breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, here's something they could talk about that was safe. Quidditch. "Yeah, I really wanted to get the cup this year. But, I suppose we just have to root for Harry or Cedric now, to win the TriWizard Cup."
"Well, Harry anyway." Fred said with a huff. "Shame though, I really wanted to stick it to those Slytherins." Fred said.
His body may have looked relaxed but Angelina could tell that the tone of his voice changed a bit. She knew Fred too well.
"Me too." She said tentatively.
"I guess that's what you and Malfoy were talking about?" He slanted his eyes down to look at her. "Quidditch?"
Angelina quickly looked away. Merlin, help me! "Umm, not really. We were just talking."
"Talking?" Fred said sitting up straight again. "I didn't know people talked to Malfoy. I mean, not on purpose anyway."
Angelina laughed still unable to make eye contact. "We'd better start on this potion before Snape has us in detention again. Knowing him he'd save it for the night of the Ball."
A/N: Hmm, so what's the deal with Angelina and Malfoy. I'm pretty sure it's not what you think--or maybe it is. Sorry if it starts off a bit slow. It picks up I promise so I hope you keep reading. The Yule Ball is next and as you know High School dances are always rife with drama like people disappearing with other peoples dates. Wink! This is my first Fanfic attempt. Please review, I'd love to know what you think.