A/N: This was written for the Pirate's ship battle number six. Gifts in red was the theme, and I used the prompts dusk, crying, socks, breeze, and poem. I know this probably isn't perfect, I had a rough week at work with the schedule and because I was sick and had no time to write it… so… here's to hoping for the best! Thanks for reading! Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.

Oliver knocked on Angelina Johnson's door and waited impatiently for her to open it. She finally opened it several moments later, though a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Oliver! Long time no see…does Katie know you're home this weekend? She didn't say anything!"

He shook his head. "No, she doesn't. I need to talk to you, but I don't want her knowing that I'm here."

Angelina peered over her shoulder and closed the door behind her. "Let's go for a walk," she said finally.

Oliver shuffled his feet on the ground and looked around. "The weather's nice," he commented lamely. The sky had changed into purple and pink as dusk arrived around them.

She laughed and poked his side. "Are you joking? It's freezing out here!" Angelina laughed again.

He gave her a grin and shrugged. "So? It doesn't have to be warm in order for it to be nice."

Angelina shrugged. "I think it just depends on your definition of nice then. You think cold and snow is nice apparently… and I think warm, and sunny is nice."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Anyway…why are you really here? I know it's not to talk about the weather. Everybody knows that's just a warm up topic to break the ice." She wagged a finger at him.

"I want to ask Katie to marry me," Oliver said suddenly.

Angelina's jaw dropped. "I wasn't expecting you to say it out right like that," she said, shaking her head in amazement.

"But you were expecting it?" Oliver prompted, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course! You two are so in love with each other…George and I have been placing bets on when you'd propose to her."

Oliver made a face. "You don't think it'd be obvious to her, would you?"

Angelina shook her head. "Nah…she's got her mind on Quidditch lately, just like you. In fact…" her eyes widened suddenly. "You should propose to her on Valentine's Day! That'd be perfect for you guys!"

"Valentine's Day? Really? Isn't that something guys only do when they can't think of an actual present?"

"Not for you," Angelina insisted. "Katie will love it, trust me. Just…make it extra romantic for her so there'd be more thought behind it."

"How do I do that? I'm not very good with romance and stuff," Oliver argued, though Angelina patted his shoulder gently.

"You'll figure it out. Katie says that you can be romantic when you want to be."

They walked back to her flat in silence the rest of the way, though they could hear the wind breeze by as they walked.

Oliver suddenly had an idea, though he had to keep quiet about it since he didn't want Angelina to accidently tell Katie about it. He just needed a little help from the Weasley twins so Katie would really be surprised. He was going on complete faith that they would actually keep this a secret for him.

They reached her flat again, and Angelina suddenly hugged him tightly before they parted. "Just so you know, you have my permission."

"Do I?" Oliver asked, startled.

She grinned and nodded. "Of course. You didn't think you didn't have to ask somebody for their permission for Katie's hand did you?"

Oliver shrugged, not wanting to admit that he didn't think of that at all.

Angelina shook her head in amusement. "Technically you're supposed to ask her parents for permission."

He could feel his face turning white. "I am?" he asked nervously.

"Relax. I'm sure best friends can count too when the parents are not around."

Relief spilled over his features. "That's good… even if you just made it up for me."

Her eyes danced. "I did…but I really am happy for you guys. I know you make her happy."

"She makes me happy too," Oliver admitted quietly, smiling to himself.

Angelina shook her head in amusement as she waved goodbye to him. "You love birds are so cute. Good luck!" she said happily as she closed the door behind her again.

Katie had just gotten done with Quidditch practice one afternoon when she saw that the Weasley twins had actually been watching it. "What are you guys doing here?" She asked incredulously as she hugged both of them tightly.

She hadn't seen them much since their Hogwarts days. She didn't miss their pranks at all, but she did miss their friendship. She didn't see George much even though he was dating her flat mate.

The twins grinned at her. "We wanted to see you. We hadn't watched your practice in forever! Your team is pretty good," George said, nodding at her team players.

Fred made a face. "Well… except for that one girl who is crying. Why is she crying?"

"She fell off her broom earlier and she thinks that'll ruin her chances of staying on the team," Katie answered without turning around.

The twins nodded and continued making small talk for a few more minutes.

Katie looked over her shoulder and started walking away. "Well, I should really head back to the locker room and change," she said as she walked backwards.

George's face fell. "But we just got here!" he said, quickly blocking her from walking further.

"So, we can go get tea if you'd like," Katie said, making a weird face at them.

"We don't like tea," Fred said finally.

"No we don't," George answered, agreeing.

"Katie, where are your socks?" Fred asked her, looking down at her feet.

"Huh? I didn't lose my socks during practice," Katie said slowly as she looked down at her feet. Before she knew it, they had advanced on her and plunged her into darkness. "Hey, I can't see!" she protested as she struggled against them.

"That's kind of the point of this. Don't worry, we won't hurt you and the darkness will wear out in a few minutes."

"I've always hated this particular trick of yours," Katie said as she groaned. They apparated quickly, though she had no idea where they were going. Not until the spell wore off.

"We're at Oliver's apartment? Why are we here? You could've just told me this without being all secretive about it."

"Just go inside," The twins said together, grinning as they pushed her lightly.

Katie narrowed her eyes, knowing that she wouldn't trust them again anytime soon.

"Fine… but if there's another prank waiting for me inside, I'm declaring war," she said, shaking a finger at them.

"There's no prank," George told her honestly. "Not this time. Just go."

Katie narrowed her eyes one more time at them and opened the door slowly. She was surprised to see that it was unlocked though she made a mental note to tell Oliver to keep it locked again in the future.

The room was dark when she walked in, though candles suddenly lit everywhere.

Katie gasped when she saw red roses placed all over the room, and rose petals on the floor. She spotted Oliver grinning at her from the hallway. "Oliver!" she rushed toward him and threw her arms around him tightly.

"What is all of this for? How many roses are there? There must be-"

"A thousand red roses," Oliver said proudly as he lowered his head to kiss her softly.

"But why…am I forgetting an anniversary?" Katie asked, suddenly feeling worried. She was normally the one who remembered this kind of thing, not Oliver.

"Well…. It is Valentine's Day," he answered slowly, as his eyes danced.

Katie's eyes widened as her hands covered her mouth. "Oh no… no, no no. It can't be Valentine's Day yet! I swear I thought it was a week from now… I had this special dinner planned for you, and I wrote you a poem that's probably cheesy. You must think I'm the worst girlfriend ever,"

Oliver shook his head, amused. "Nah. I don't think that at all. I think you're perfect."

"But I'm forgetful sometimes."

He shrugged. "I'm forgetful most of the time. In fact, I love you more now for forgetting Valentine's Day, because girls are normally so hung up over it." He made a face, and Katie had to laugh softly.

"It is a cliché holiday," she admitted honestly, relieved that he wasn't mad at her.

Oliver looked worried, though he suddenly got down on one knee. "Well… I hope it's not a cliché for a man to propose to the woman he loves on Valentine's Day," he said softly as he revealed a box with a small diamond ring inside of it.

Katie's eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening. This honestly wasn't what she was expecting when she was waiting outside of the door moments ago.

"Will you marry me?"

Katie laughed softly, before she nodded eagerly. Her answer didn't need to take much thought at all. "Yes, Oliver. I'll marry you."

Oliver lifted her off her feet and happily swung her around in a hug before placing her down. "Was the thousand red roses a bit too much for a romance gesture?"

She shook her head as she kissed his cheek playfully. "No, they were perfect. I love you."