A/N: Written for the Five Things Challenge on the HP Fanfiction Challenges Forum. I absolutely love the way that Fred asks Angelina out in GoF, don't get me wrong; I think it's cute and fitting to their relationship. He bounces paper off of her head, she looks annoyed at the action, he mimes his sentiments, and she's instantly forgiving. So I wondered how else Fred could've asked Angelina to the ball, hence five ways Fred could've asked Angelina to the Yule Ball. Each of the scenarios is a stand-alone. I like some of my scenarios better than others, but I'm not saying which ^^
Scenario 1 Note: All dialogue, I think it turned out all right!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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SCENARIO 1: Just Ask: Plain and Simple and Red
"Angelina Johnson! Just the charming witch I was looking for."
"Whatever it is, the answer is no."
"What? How can you possibly turn me down when you have no idea what I've come a-calling for?"
"You've come 'a-calling.' That's reason enough to turn you down."
"Well that's beyond fair, you know."
"The world is far from fair, Fred."
"So you won't even hear me out, sweet Angie?"
"Oh, you know I will."
"Really?"
"Of course. Whatever you have to say will probably leave me laughing a few minutes from now, your mouth gaping in the hallway. …Besides, it's bound to be more interesting than whatever sludge awaits in Potions."
"That is definitely true. I swear, your psychic skills grow better each day."
"Means of survival. So come off it. What is it?"
"I need to ask a favor of you."
"No surprise there."
"A pretty big favor actually."
"Why Fred, is that… Are you blushing?"
"Me? Blush? Dear, you must be mistaking blushing for the glorious tan I was getting in this brilliant English sun."
"I think you're growing even more pinkish. Well this must be good."
"You're not gonna make this easy on me, are you?"
"I haven't done a thing. I don't exactly know what all of this is about, after all."
"You're a smart witch. You can probably surmise."
"Give me a hint."
"It involves the fiasco called this school year."
"What, you mean the absence of Quidditch? You know better than to get me riled up about that whole thing. So bloody maddening…"
"No no, not that."
"Well then, is it this whole tournament affair? I hope you're not planning something particularly dirty for it. You know Dumbledore isn't as daft as he seems."
"I…Well, I make no promises on that. But that isn't the matter at hand here."
"You are failing miserably at giving me a good reason from entering that Potions classroom. And we are talking about dapper Snape."
"Wow. That's harsh, Angie. I'm not more interesting than Snape? How can you say such a thing? That's a deep cut!"
"Then spit it out, what's going on?"
"It involves the Ball."
"There it is again!"
"What?"
"Your blush. It's taking on a brighter red, you know."
"No, I didn't know. And I don't need you telling me this right now!"
"But it's so cute, Freddie."
"Don't call me Freddie…Wait, did you just admit you find me cute?"
"You're digressing Fred."
"You think I'm adorable, don't you."
"You're getting more delusional, Fred."
"You think I'm…"
"I'll catch you later, Fred."
"Wait! No, sorry, you're right. I'm digressing. But yes, the Ball…"
"Oh. Oh no. No, Fred, I won't talk to any veela on your behalf. It's not like us females haven't noticed how brain dead you boys get around those walking love potions. The sighing. The ogling. The drooling. I will not willingly help you turn into a public display of bubbling hormones. That kind of request goes beyond the limits of our friendship."
"That's not what…"
"And furthermore, I'm shocked you could even suggest such a thing! You're a grown lad, you've asked out girls plenty times on your own. I can't fathom why you'd need my assistance this time 'round."
"Are you gonna stop long enough for me to tell you you're wrong?"
"I'm stopping."
"Angie."
"Yes, Fred."
"You're wrong."
"Sorry."
"Quite all right. It does happen, despite how much you hate to admit it."
"What? I am rarely wrong!"
"You were just now."
"I was teasing you, Fred!"
"I know. Which also shows how cruel you are, always teasing me. It breaks a lad's heart, you know, always feeling so unrequited in his efforts."
"Fred."
"Yes, Angie."
"I've a date with Snape. See you later."
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"Say Angie, would you go to the Yule Ball with me? That's all you had to say. But no. You had to be a bloody twit about it. 'Date with Snape?' Absolutely bloody…"
"Hey Fred?"
"Yes George."
"Who were you just talking to?"
"My stupidity."
"Oh. Well, don't get too invested. That conversation could go on for eons."
"Supportive you are."
"You said something dumb to Ange, I'm guessing."
"How'd you know?"
"You're red."
"Sometimes, I hate how observant you are."
"You're getting redder."
"Oh shut it."
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"Hey!"
"Fred! 'ello, you startled me."
"Sorry, not my intent."
"Were you waiting for me to get out of class?"
"Um, yes, yes I was."
"Does this have anything to do with the earlier blunder of a conversation?"
"Yes, yes it does."
"Are you going to just tell me what you meant by that?"
"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"Because honestly, I sat through most of class confused by what that whole thing was about."
"Angie…"
"If it wasn't about Quidditch or the tournament or the veela, then what were you trying to go on about with the Ball?"
"Angie."
"Yes, Fred."
"Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?"
"…"
"Angie?"
"I'm sorry, I thought you were just asking me on a date to the Ball."
"I did. I do. All that."
"You certain you haven't been hexed or anything?"
"Angie!"
"Sure. All right."
"All right? You don't sound so certain."
"Of course I'll go with you."
"Really?"
"If I can get you to do that all night, it'll be a classic time."
"Do what?"
"Grow so red."
"Oh shut it."
"Your ego says 'shut it,' but your smile says 'I adore you."
"Don't be so cute."
"I wonder if it can match the color of your hair…"
"You aren't careful and I'll retract my offer."
"You'd never do that."
"How d'you know?"
"Those psychic skills of mine just keep getting better."
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