A/N: Hello, everybody! This is the first time I've written anything about George & Angelina. My Angelina is blunt and has a wicked sense of humor.

P.S. This story will have 5 chapters.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I am not the super rich and super awesome J.K. Rowling.

George slumped further down into the futon, brooding over his late twin, Fred. A new year was coming up, another year without his other half.

Angelina Johnson walked into the sitting room, holding a bottle of Firewhiskey in one hand.

"Hullo," George greeted his girlfriend dully.

Angelina smiled sadly and sat down beside him. "George," She greeted him softly, placing a hand on his arm. She paused momentarily. "I brought Firewhiskey."

George said nothing and merely nodded. Angelina continued. "I think we should drown our sorrows and get pissed drunk," She suggested.

One corner of George's mouth turned up briefly. "Pass the bottle," He requested. Angelina did so and he took a large swig of the drink.

George grinned as he passed the bottle back to Angelina. She paused with the bottle halfway to her mouth and abruptly held the bottle high in the air. "To Fred," She toasted.

George copied her movements with an imaginary glass. "To Fred," He echoed.

Many other toasts were toasted that night, including "To mischief!" "To pranking unsuspecting idiots!" "To Quidditch!" "To this awesome invention called Firewhiskey!" and "To the many stupid things my thick brother Ron does!"

Just before the clock struck 12, the couple slipped back into the kitchen, where the rest of their family and friends were grouped.

George pulled Angelina over to stand beside cabinet. "I have an idea for a prank," He announced, eyes twinkling almost like they used to.

"What?" Angelina inquired, just as mischievous.

"When we enter the New Year, everyone's going to be snogging their respective other, right? And I reckon Ron will get too caught up snogging Hermione that they'll both forget about the rest of us."

"So… firecracker to startle them?" Angelina finished, smirking devilishly.

"You read my mind, Ange," George agreed, his old smirk appearing hesitantly on his face.

At that precise moment, the clock struck 12:00 and the room was filled with snogging couples. Angelina linked her arms behind George's neck and kissed him deeply.

After a few seconds, George reluctantly broke away from the kiss to forward his plan. Spinning around, he threw the cupboard door open and grabbed a Dr. Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Firework.

George levitated it into the air with the help of Hover Charm and set it above his younger brother's head. He looked over at Angelina, who had her wand out and ready.

"Now," he said, and a jet of water streamed out of her wand and set the firecracker off.

At the first bang! Ron and Hermione sprung apart with a yelp. The couple in question started blushing a shade that would make a tomato jealous.

Ginny was first to start laughing, joined soon after by Harry. Angelina was next, leaning into George for support as she laughed heartily. Finally, George started laughing too; he couldn't help it, it was just that funny.

Soon everyone in the room was laughing, including Molly Weasley, who was trying her best to look stern and failing miserably.

"It's not bloody funny!" Ron bellowed angrily. Of course, this only made them all laugh harder.

Fin!

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