Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Harry Potter world. I'm simply a poor humble girl who must express her delight of the world of wizards and witches, by writing about them. All hail the great JK Rowling.

I just read a fan-fabulous story and now I'm compelled to write! First attempt at Fred and Angelina, so I hope I get them right. If you have corrections, please let me know!

Fred Weasley murmured an incantation and with the flick of his wand, he locked the door of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. George had left an hour earlier to prepare for a date with his long time girlfriend, Alicia Spinnet. With the fall of the Dark Lord, thanks to his little brother Ron, Ron's best mate, Harry Potter, and Ron's girlfriend, Hermione Granger, the wizarding world was slowly returning to normal.

Ever since Hogwarts had reopened two years ago, business had boomed from the hundreds of Hogwarts' students shopping in Diagon Alley. It seemed that each and every one of them had to stop by the infamous joke shop, and Fred and George were all too happy to talk the unsuspecting victi – umm, customers, out of their Galleons. They were born salesmen.

Whistling as he walked, Fred headed towards Gringotts Bank, to deposit the week's earnings before spending a relaxing Friday night at home. Alone. Again.

Unconsciously, he frowned at the direction his train of thought led. His love life -- or lack of – was a source of endless teasing at the Burrow. Since the end of the Second War, people were hooking up and marrying like crazy.

Ron and Hermione had finally admitted their feelings for each other and had practically run to the altar as soon as they had healed from the injuries they had sustained during the final battle. After many months of emotional and physical healing, Harry had popped the big question to Ginny, and they had married as soon as she was of age.

Bill and Fleur were expecting their second child any day now and had been married shortly after the Hogwarts Battle. Charlie was seriously dating, of all women, an American muggle. She was delighted with the magical world and madly in love with Charlie. Even Percy, who had returned into the folds of the family after Voldemort's defeat, was engaged to his long time girlfriend Penelope. Mrs. Weasley was beside herself with happiness. Every week she tried to set up Fred with "a nice young lady". To make a long story short, it never worked out.

The rest of his family, as dear as they were, was not his biggest source of Fred's frustration however. That trophy went to his twin, George. Seeing George so maddeningly happy in such close proximity made him feel even more alone. His other best mate Lee had moved to Bulgaria to be an announcer for Bulgarian Quidditch teams. The move had surprised everyone, but Fred and George who knew that Lee had kept in close contact with a Dumstrang student named Ava. "There are some things owls can't carry," Lee mused before he left.

Fred felt more alone than he would ever admit out loud. He sighed to himself and resolutely walked to the bank.

After making his deposit, Fred Apparated to the flat he shared with George. Before getting started on some of the paperwork he needed to get done for his business, the sudden growling of his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten all day with the crowds at Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. He decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron to get some supper instead. He didn't want to go to the Burrow, his mother was sure to play matchmaker and set him up with some girl, and he'd rather not eat his own cooking. He left a note behind for George telling him where he was going and quickly Apparated out.

His sudden appearance back on the sidewalk in Diagon Alley caused the person walking behind him to lose their balance.

"Oomph," the person grunted as they lost balance and started to fall before Fred stretched out his hands to steady them. As he turned to her to apologize, his jaw slackened in shock as he stared into the amazingly beautiful brown eyes of Angelina Johnson, the woman he had crushed on since his second year at Hogwarts.

Recovering quickly she smiled and observed, "If you had ever made a move like that on a broom, you could have played Seeker instead of Beater."

Fred simply gaped at her, his jaw slack in surprise.

The moment later, she was laughing in his face.