You Are The Love Of My Life

Summary:

Not everyone learns to fall in love twice. And certainly, not everyone learns to bring up a seemingly problematic son single-handedly. But with both the ghost of Angelina and the guidance of Aida, Fred learns both. Fred/Angelina, Fred/OC, AU. A/N: Fred's alive and kicking, it's AU! :)

A/N: So, hello! I am back to write more. This time, an actual, long, story! Whoa. I usually stop at a one-shot, thinking I might get writer's block half-way through the story and I hate the whole hiatus thing. But then one day, I got this idea on my mind, and I just had to develop it. It was literally stopping me from studying for my exams, lol. So there. Came up with this story. It might not be too good, but hey, I'm a first time (long story) writer! Have mercy, please. Please read and review, the reviews and alerts will keep me going without a block. And, just to inform you, the POV will change once in a while, so just take note of that. I don't want to confuse you wonderful readers:) AND I assure you that my future Author's Notes won't be this long, haha. But you never know...I have the tendency to ramble a lot...

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters; they belong to the amazing J. . Though, I have to say, shouting out "Fred's mine!" sounds like a fantastic idea. Don't you think so?

Chapter 1

Fred's POV

"Fred, would you just stop pacing around already? You're distracting me!" George grumbled as he tried to recall the ingredients for our new product, the 'Squawk Potion'. I stopped right before him and rolled my eyes. "Well, sorry I'm nervous. It's completely unnatural, especially since I'm just about to propose to my girlfriend of 3 years, right? Oh, how foolish of me," I retorted sarcastically.

It was early summer. George and I were at the backyard of Angelina Johnson's home at London, lazing around under the hot sun. Well, George was. I, on the other hand, was pacing about the freshly-mown grass, my right hand in my pocket as I twirled the small box in it. I was about to propose to my girlfriend, Angelina Johnson, who had just graduated from Hogwarts. No, we weren't one of the immature couples who wanted to get married early just because it was a 'spur of the moment' act, and then grow distant. It was the war that was looming ahead that made me think about our future. Surprising, huh? A Weasley twin thinking about his future. But it was true, I had decided to tie the knot with the one girl that I ever loved. Angelina and I had been really close friends since our first year, and that somehow morphed into love at our fifth year. While George and I had taken off (with much extravagance, might I add) to set up our shop before we graduated, my dear girlfriend had stayed back to actually complete her NEWTs.

And so here I was, pacing around with nerves that were so uncharacteristic of me, waiting for her to walk out of the huge party that was going on in her house. Her parents had decided to throw her a graduation party, and I thought it was my perfect chance to pop the big question.

"She's here, now please stop trying to dig a hole the size of Hagrid's hut with just your feet, and stay calm. I'll be in the house. Awaiting some kick-ass news," he added, grinning as he darted back into the lovely home. I gulped.

"Fred!"

Double gulps.

"Hey Ang," I smiled at her, pulling her in for a kiss. Well, I was allowed a small sense of reassurance, wasn't I?

"Why are you here? Come on, join the party," she suggested, nodding her head towards where the party was going on full-swing.

"Yes, I will. I just need to ask you something before that," I said, as I pulled away a little, wearing a smile to cover my nervousness. But then again, my shaking legs might just indicate that I was a nervous wreck. I almost smacked myself; I'm Fred bloody Weasley! I don't get nervous! I saw her eyeing me suspiciously, and widened my smile a little more.

"What is it, Fred?" she asked me, frowning a little. She seemed a little..worried? Scared? Wait a minute. Does she think I'm going to break up with her?, I thought to myself. Well, I better propose to her before she flips.

"Listen, Ang, I know we've been together for just three years, and we're young, and this might all seem too rushed..." I could see her eyes widening, tears welling up behind those beautiful eyes. I just didn't know whether she already knew what I was talking about, or she was still thinking that I was going to break up with her.

"But I love you. I really, really do. I know I haven't said this much before, but I truly love you, and I just wanted to make sure we're...you know, together together, before the war. So.." I got down on one knee. I wanted to do this the traditional way, you see. "Angelina Johnson, will you marry me?"

Angelina's POV

I had closed my eyes, expecting the huge blow. He was breaking up with me. I knew it. He had been acting distant and jumpy for the past few days already. I tried my best to control my tears. I needed to act mature! But I still couldn't believe that he was breaking up with me on my graduation party. That was just...mean! Inappropriate! Downright cra-

"Will you marry me?"

I stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Did he just ask me what I think he did?

"Wha...marry? You're proposing to me?", I asked him, my eyes wide open and mouth agape. He wasn't breaking up with me, he was proposing! He wants to marry me!

I could see the hurt in his eyes now. Oops. I guess my genuine question had sounded a little wrong to someone who was down on one knee and expecting a good answer.

"YES!", I screamed, pulling him up and kissed him passionately, and grinned against his lips when I felt him kissing back just as passionately. I pulled back a long while later, and just looked into his eyes happily. Yup, it does sound cheesy, but a girl is allowed to be as cheesy as she possibly could get when she just got engaged right?

Fred was grinning happily, and he conjured a bunch of sunflowers out of the air. He wasn't someone who usually gave me flowers, let alone my favourite type of flowers, so I was a little surprised that he did. He was Fred Weasley; he doesn't do flowers.

I took the flowers from him with a gasp, and right when I saw about to hug him again, out of one of the flowers shot a mini-rocket, right up to the sky, and then began the fireworks. I couldn't do anything except watch the amazing spectacle with my mouth wide open. This was actually happening. Fred Weasley was basically announcing to the whole world that he was celebrating his successful proposal in his own, crazy way. Hearing the growing commotion behind me, I turned around, only to see everyone standing there, laughing, cheering and whooping in pure happiness. And by everyone, I meant my family, the whole bunch of Weasleys, and some of our friends who had also graduated. They seemed really happy, excited, but none of them seemed surprised...

"Wait. Everybody knew?", I asked Fred, facing him again. "I was the only one kept in the dark?"

"Well, it kind of defeats the whole purpose of proposing when you know that I'm going to do so, right Ang? I mean, imagine what would happen to the concept of 'element of surprise'! A tragic thought, really.." he explained, chuckling as he pecked my lips again. "Come on, my fiancée, I want to enjoy what little time I might have left of being a free and happy bachelor. I've heard the horrifying tales of married men..." And he was off running, because I was chasing after him for already suggesting that life with me would be horrible.

A/N: So..how was it? I know it might be sudden & short..but it's not even the main story! Hehe. So, please read and review, and feel free to point out anything I've missed out (nicely). No flames, please. And this story isn't beta-ed. So if anyone is willing enough to beta for me, PM me! ;)

And just so none of you are confused, this story starts at the end of the trio's fifth year. So there are about two years before the Second Wizarding War. Just informing so that the timeline is more clear:)

Next chapter will be the wedding! Yay! And you'll find out why I chose this title:) Please read and review! Don't make me sad :(

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~nsk-emerald