This is a Fred Weasley and Angelina Johnson love story that switch's perspectives every chapter

Chapter 1

Fred

"Oi, mate, watch where you're putting that thing!" I yelled at Ron as he was sticking a love potion into the Pygmy Puff cage. Trust me, we'd experimented with that. The results: very tempermental Pygmies. That is, when they lose sight of their owner.

"Gee, fine, Fred!" Ron snapped back. I was thinking of some witty reply when she walked in. I felt my cheeks start to burn and my heart pumping blood quickly through my veins.

"Hey, Fred, cool store! I haven't been in here yet, but I knew it would look something like this. Brilliant. How's business?" she said. It was good to hear her voice again. It felt like ages since I'd heard her sing-song voice, like angels singing. WHOA. Too far, man, too far. I snapped back to reality.

"Yeah, it's bloody brilliant, but you can thank George for that. He's also a great interior designer! And we don't talk business with customers, sorry." I said, smiling sheepishly. Actually, I fixed up the place, so I was the wicked interior designer.

Angelina frowned. "Where's George? You two are usually joined at the hip." She peered around me.

"That old fool? He's in the back getting more of the Love Potion. Ron bloody tried to give it all to the Pygmy Puffs. Disaster that boy is. Good thing he's clumsy and he spilled it half way between the stand and the Pygmy cage!" I shouted over the roar of wee witches and wizards.

Angelina laughed. "He's so Ron! Care to give me a tour?"

"Right this way, madam!" I motioned to the Pygmy Puffs. "This is where we'll start! These are finest quality pure-bread Pygmy Puffs, imported straight from Transylvania!" Angelina giggled again.

"Oh, they're adorable! What's that over there?" She said, pointing to the Puking Pastils.

I walked her over. "These are the Puking Pastils, my dear. Care to sample one?"

Angelina nodded. "Ah, I remember these." She sighed. "Good times, good times. Got me out of a few Potions classes, these did, but it wasn't pretty."

"It never is. So, Angie, I was thinking, and I want to know if you'd like to get together sometime, you know… alone?" I proposed anxiously. Angelina raised her eyebrow. "You know, like two pals, hangin' out, catching up."

"Well, I guess I could do that." She said, blushing.

"Fred-tastic. Meet me here around seven tonight." I said, grinning like a bloody Joker.

Angie sighed. "You haven't changed at all, Fred." More than you can imagine, I thought. She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. Then Angie turned away and walked off, not looking back.

Ron walked over. "Bloody hell, mate, I would have thought you'd need a Love Potion to score that one. Angelina is one hot babe." I punched Ron in the nose and turned to find George.