A/N: Okay, I've been getting a bunch of request for specific oneshots from my stories. I decided that instead of posting separate stories for each of the request, I'd just stick them all in here. Up first is a request from Preetoaka Raven Potter Weasley, it takes place in I Must Not Cause Trouble right before the hunt. This is a oneshot about Angelina and Fred. It's from her view point so I hope you all enjoy!

CRACK!

The loud, familiar, sound of someone apparating caused me to jump, which was not good because I was holding a glass bowl that had been filled with salad. I say had, because now the majority of said salad was on my freshly mopped kitchen floor. I lifted my eyes from the mess I had just involuntarily made and sought out the person who had just apparated into my apartment. It could only be one of three people. My mum, not likely as she was supposed to be in Switzerland visiting a friend; Alicia, my roommate, also not likely because she was supposed to be on a date with Lee; or, the most likely culprit, my boyfriend, Fred Weasley.

Sure enough, the moment I looked up I saw a beaming Fred standing in front of me.

"You know, you could use the door like a normal person." I said, pulling my wand out of my pocket and waving it over the spilt salad, causing it to fly back into the bowl. I set the bowl on the counter behind me and turned back to Fred, who had the decency to at least smile a little sheepishly.

"Yeah, I could, but it's not near as much fun." He said, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet like he always did when he was worried I'd get mad at him.

"It's fun to feel like someone's wrapping hot bands around you?" I asked, turning around and pulling out two plates from my cabinet. Fred took a step towards me and wrapped his long arms around my waist.

"No," he whispered in my ear, causing me to smile and shiver a slight bit. "But it is fun to pop in on people. Plus," he added, reaching around me and grabbing a carrot out of the salad bowl. "I get to spend more time with you if I'm not walking here."

"Okay," I said begrudgingly. "That's a pretty good point." He reached for another carrot and I couldn't help but really smile. I smacked his hand lightly with mine, not hard enough to hurt him and turned around so I was facing him again. "None of that, wait for supper. Here," I continued, thrusting the plates into his empty hands. "Make yourself useful, set the table."

"Why not just use magic?" He asked, taking the plates anyway. I grabbed the salad off the counter and brought it to the table behind him, setting it at the end.

"Because magic won't get you out from under my feet." I joked, going back to the stove and grabbing the pot of pasta off of it. He chuckled at that, flashing me a grin that never failed to make my pulse race, my breath quicken, and my knees turn to jelly. I turned back towards the kitchen to disguise my reaction and swallowed, grabbing the napkins off the counter.

"At least I'm never late, right." He said, settling down into his seat across from me. I nodded my head at that, tipping my wine glass towards him.

"That is true, you have never been late."

"Smells good." He said, taking a deep sniff as I plated the pasta and he served the salad.

"Thanks."

We ate quickly, keeping light, easy conversation. I ate my food feeling a growing sense of worry though, despite the conversation. Something was wrong, I was sure of it. He was smiling frequently, but it didn't quite reach his eyes, and his laugh wasn't quite as loud or clear as usual. Did it have something to do with the Order? Or was something wrong with George? No, if George had been hurt 'Mione would have told me. Maybe it was something with Harry, or Percy maybe? Whatever it was, it had to be bad, otherwise he would have just come right out and told me. Fred Weasley never had a problem being blunt, it was one of the things I admire about him. If something was wrong he'd just come right out and say it.

We finished supper and I put the dishes away, using my wand to clear away the mess. "Why don't you go ahead into the living room and I'll bring the dessert?" I asked, heading towards the kitchen. He nodded his head, a slightly suspicious look crossing his eyes before he turned and walked into my living room. I didn't usually serve Fred, we did most everything together, but I wanted a moment alone to figure out just how I would go about questioning Fred about what was wrong.

Should I trick him into revealing his worries? Or should I just go and ask him straight out? Both usually worked, I knew him well enough to get him to tell me most anything I wanted, regardless of whether or not he had wanted to tell me. I could be very persuasive. However, I think I'd go for the straight forward approach tonight, I was too worried to risk upsetting him.

I grabbed the dishes of ice cream, his favorite dessert, and headed back out to the living room. He was sitting on my sofa, flipping through a quidditch magazine with a bored expression on his face. His eyes lit up when he saw what I had and he reached for it eagerly, just like a kid in a candy store. I handed it over to him, sliding into the seat next to him and tucking my legs up under me.

I took a few bites of the chocolate ice cream, forming my question in my mind before I just went and asked. "So, what's bothering you?" His hand hesitated, his spoonful of strawberry ice cream slipping a little bit before he set it back down in the bowl. He averted his eyes, studying the plant in the corner of the room to avoid having to look at me. As if that would make me not ask the question. I set my bowl down on the coffee table and lay my hand on his arm, gently tugging his body back around so he was facing me.

"Come on," I quietly asked "please tell me. I can't help if I don't know."

"I'm not sure I want you to help, Ange." He said, his voice troubled and small.

"What?" I asked, feeling torn between confusion and hurt. He didn't want my help?

"It could be really dangerous." He said as an explanation.

"What could?" I questioned, annoyed and hurt that he still wouldn't look at me. "Hey," I said, changing the tone of my voice so that it was softer, more tender. "I love you, I want to help. I don't care if it's dangerous." I moved my hand from his arm to his cheek, gently moving his face so that he had to look at me with his beautiful cobalt eyes.

"It's about Harry, and George, and Hermione. Heck, even Ron's in on it." He said, attempting a smile, though it came out as more of a grimace.

"Tell me." I ordered, and he did. He told me about Harry's secret meetings, about the Horcruxes, and about the hunt they were all going on after Bill and Fleur's wedding.

"What about Potterwatch?" I asked when he had finished. He was frowning slightly, looking as though he was scared by what my reaction would be. Apparently he wasn't expecting the reply I gave him.

"Umm," he started, looking momentrarily lost before he regained his footing. "We're still doing it. We'll just be popping in and out. George has a apparition link with 'Mione, so we can leave and reappear any time we want." He explained.

"I'm coming with you." I said, lifting my hand and running it through his hair before I let it rest on his jaw. He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into my touch before he reopened his eyes.

"It'll be really dangerous, Ange. We could run into You-Know-Who himself."

"And Potterwatch is safe?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow. "Besides, you know me, I laugh in the face of danger-it's something I learned from you." He smiled slightly at that, which is what I'd been going for.

"Anyway, how could I leave poor Hermione alone with all you guys?" He laughed at that, a real honest laugh, one that was loud and clear. A smile lifted my lips and I knew we would be okay. It wasn't the first time we had been in danger, and there was no way I was letting Fred leave me behind. I loved him, and I was going to follow him to whatever end.

A/N: I intend for this to occur right before chapter 56 in I Must Not Cause Trouble.

Now, I have a job for everyone who is reading this. I want you to 1) Leave a review telling me what you think, 2) Tell me if there is any oneshot/scene/change/ you'd have liked to have seen in one of my stories. It can be with the main characters, or a side character (like this one.) It can be where something changed (My next chapter is going to be like that) or, it can be a what happened afterwards or just a more detail oneshot. Anything goes, and I am open to any and all suggestions.

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