Hey guys, I just decided to play around with some Fred/Angie stuff and I'm messing around with the title, so if you have any suggestions or anything please tell mee : ).

Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm just not J.K.

"Angelina!"

Angelina. An-gel-ina. Angelina? Angie. ANGELINA!

I've never really liked my name, there's nothing particularly wrong with it, but there's nothing fantabulous about it either.

What? Did you just say fantabulous isn't a word? It's as much of a word as aint, not technically in the dictionary, misused, and not generally known to the well educated. But as far as we're concerned, fantabulous, is a word.

Now that we've gotten our 'fantabulous' problem out of the way, let me introduce myself, Hi my name is Angelina Johnson and my hips don't lie.

See, I'm a funny girl! But back to my name, Angelina, it's just so…ugh! Some people scream it (ANGELINA!), some people use it as a question (Angelina?), some people think they can shorten it (Angie), and some people just say it (Angelina).

Everyone seems to say my name a different way. Katie, the person who said my name and in turn inspired this rant, she usual says it in either a perky, happy way, or she says it, on rare occasion does she yell it, she's not one for yelling. But Alicia, let me tell you, she yells my name, and boy can she yell. I feel like the whole world can hear her scolding me (or at least the whole Gryffindor common room). She's got the quicker temper of the two of them, but I'm proud to say, that I hold the honor of having the worst temper of the three of us. Though, I conceal it well, the teachers don't have a clue!

That's why all the Professors say my name like they are counting on me, like they trust me. I'm not sure if that is wise of them or not…

Guys usually say my name as if they recognize me, but don't know me. It's sad really how little contact I have with them… I need to work on my flirting skills.

When I say my name I say it in kind of a drawl…it deserves a drawl and nothing more. Not that I say my name very often, but you know when the opportunity presents it's self I rise to the occasion.

But there is one person who can make my name sound truly fantabulous, if you will. Just hearing my name roll of his tongue the way it does makes me shiver…

Second Year: The Sorting Ceremony

Merlin, what the bloody hell is Katie doing? She was waving her hands above her head as some sort of signal. God, she was getting violent, I think I just saw her shove a first year! Poor little innocent first years, they haven't even been sorted yet and my best friend is already scarring them!

"Angelina!" Katie said as she pushed through another clump of tiny first years. "I called your name but you started staring at Fred Weasley, might I ask what that was about?" She asked while fiddling with her blond braids.

"Can I ask why you were doing some sort of native dance and abusing first years?" I replied quirking an eyebrow as Katie's pale skin flushed slightly.

"I was trying to get your attention, but like I said you were to busy ogling Fred!" She explained glancing around at the first years as if to check and see if she'd caused any head wounds.

"I was not staring at him, I was just thinking, and you know, I wasn't really looking at anything, I suppose he was just…there." I said shrugging and throwing her a smile.

"What ever you say Ms. Philosopher." She replied sarcastically rolling her eyes. I followed her back to our table to find that there was a new group of people seated next to my people.

The Weasley Twins were sitting next to Alicia on one side of the table, the quidditch commentator Lee Jordan, was sitting on the opposite side and Katie sat down next to him. I didn't really know any of them, I mean Katie and George were always kind of friends so we were friends by association, but I'd never really taken the time to talk with them. I took the open seat next to Katie and wriggled around until I was comfortable on the hard flat bench. The light talking and casual conversations of people catching up on summer vacations, and everyone saying their hellos came to a halt as the long tedious sorting ceremony began.

The ceremony passed by uneventfully and undisturbed, except for one thing. Fred Weasley, who I was never particularly close with, would not stop kicking me with his feet. At first I thought it was just an accident, but it stops being accidental when it happens consistently for a good 45 minutes.

I decided it would be best to ignore his kicks and act as if nothing had happened.

"Ange, you left us hanging on the train about your shark story, care to finish it?" Alicia spoke for the first time since I'd sat down. She looked thinner, tanner; her hair was longer…god why did she look better? I glanced down at my fairly tan skin and caramel brown shoulder length locks and sighed knowing that this was as good as it would get. I delved into my memory of my family's vacation to Australia that summer and I began to tell the story.

"Okay, so the instructor takes you out on the boat and I was already about to piss my bloody pants I was so scared, but then we get out there in the middle of the ocean and he says, make sure you control your heart rate. So now I'm thinking what the hell did I get myself into? And then I get in the water despite my instinct, and I see this huge shark. Naturally my heart rate spikes because this thing was 2 times the size of me and could have eaten me as a snack so I'm swimming away and I can see it still behind me so I-" Just as I was getting to the peak of my shark story I was interrupted.

"Then I dove in and whisked you away." George (at least I think it was George?) cut in smiling as if he'd just won the role of a heroic prince in a Disney movie. I laughed a little before correcting him.

"Actually, his name was Carter, he was tall, dark, and handsome…you don't exactly fit those requirements." I pointed out and he looked taken aback.

"Nice one Angelina!" Lee exclaimed offering his hand for a high five and I hit it high. I then shot a 'what now' look at one of the twins; though I'm pretty sure it was George…MERLIN, they even have the same freckles!

"We've been talking for less than 1 minute and she's already insulting you! Just goes to show I'm the better twin." He stated confidence pouring out of his ears.

"Your Fred right?" I asked to confirm my theory.

"No! I'm insulted you'd think that! I'm not nearly as good looking as Fred is!" He teased pretending to look taken aback.

"Ok, Fred now we've established you're in love with yourself." I said matter-of-factly. I dug my fork into the pile of mashed potatoes and chicken. Everyone had engaged in conversation, George was chatting with Alicia; Katie had given up on trying to catch Alicia's attention and settled for mildly dry conversation with Lee.

"So, Angelina, why were you staring at me before?" Fred questioned with a smirk planted on his face. I lifted my gaze from the fork on my plate that was piled up with a compilation of peas, potatoes and chicken, and I looked at him in the eye.

"Excuse me?" I couldn't have heard him right.

"I said why were you staring at me? Do you have a crush on me?" He asked again leaning across the table, his eyes twinkling with mischievous thoughts unknown to the outside world.

"I wasn't staring at you." I replied simply and as far as I was concerned, it needed no more explanation than that. Fred Weasley on the other hand, he wanted some explaining.

"And how am I supposed to believe that?" I glanced up and down at his body. His feet were large to the point of being awkward, he was scrawny as can be, his sweater slumped over his pointy shoulders and his teeth needed fixing and don't even get me started on the hair. Flaming red and no idea what a decent taming spell sounds like. I cringed and gave him a look that was almost pitiful.

"You're conceited." I concluded firmly shaking my head.

"Who died and made you Dumbledore?" He asked smartly his grin flopped over into a frown.

I shook my head and forced my way into a nearby conversation trying desperately to forget about stupid Fred Weasley and his stupid remarks.

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Needless to say it's been 4 years to this day, and I have yet to escape stupid Fred Weasley and his stupid remarks.

I'll tell you, four years doesn't change much, no not much at all. Alicia is still swooning over George, Katie and Lee still attempt to sustain a slightly cute, dry relationship and I am still the one who has to keep Fred and his inflated head under control.

The years haven't touched our personalities, but they have definitely touched Fred's body…not in that way you perverted little creep! What I'm saying is that he's no longer the lanky adolescent I was first introduced to. He's filled out his awkward limbs and the wild messy, red hair seems to suit his face now.

Aesthetically, he's the perfect package, but he has some relationship…difficulties. That's putting it nicely of course. The flat out truth is that he can't keep a girlfriend for more than a week or two. He's like a fashion magazine, one week they love stripes and polka dots, the next week they say that that clashes and that lime green is much more fashionable. They move so fast it's hard to keep up.

But I'm his best friend, so I do my best to put aside all those 'difficulties'. And most people don't see it, but along with all his problems he also has a sweet side. He can say the cutest things, and he's one of the best friends I've ever had. Like there was this time that I was really depressed about grades and…

Dear Merlin help me, I'm becoming a soggy mess over this. Why am I doing all this? Why am I thinking about his gorgeous body and how sweet he is? Why is this making me all mushy and gushy?

And don't you dare say it's because I like him, because I, Angelina Johnson, do not like Fredrick Weasley, and I never will.

"Hey Angie!" The way he says my name just makes me want to melt and he's…

Oh boy, I'm in for a long year.

Well there you go! Hope you liked it...feedback and reveiws please : ) and for those of you who were wondering, fantabulous is a mix between fantastic and fabulous...now go reveiw!!