This story is for the Poetic Lyric challenge~

I tried to be perfect, but nothing was worth it

I don't believe it makes me real

Here we go…

Fred Weasley wasn't perfect. No one would ever use Fred and 'perfect' together in a sentence unless it had "isn't" or "never will be" or "genetically impossible" between it or even "Ha! That's a good one!" after it. No one thought of him that way, and neither did he, himself.

Until Angelina fell for him that is.

Don't get me wrong, she didn't think he could do no wrong or anything. In fact, he did something stupid a few times a day that ended up with her yelling at him. She did the same to him. It was just a vicious circle that was somehow balanced of them being stupid. And in its own way, it was perfect. He was perfect for her and she was for him.

Fred one day realized this, and sort of freaked out on her.

"Hey, ugh, Angelina?" He had started.

"Yea? What's up?" She smiled as she looked up from her mountain of homework she was working slowly through in the common room.

"Well, I was just thinking… maybe we should just take a break for awhile-"

"WHAT?" Angelina screamed so loud the whole room heard and fell silent, staring. "You want to take a BREAK?"

"Umm… well," Fred wished he hadn't said anything. But wait. HE'S THE MAN IN THIS RELATIONSHIP WASN'T HE? "Yea, maybe I do."

She stared him right in the eye. "You hear this, Fred Weasley, I don't know what's making you go all crazy on me, but I'm NOT taking a break, unless there's an 'up' after it. It's either you have me, or you don't. I don't know why you're afraid-"

"Who said I'm afraid?" Fred said, with his eyes flashing.

"It was sort of implied, dear," Angelina growled.

"Why, cause I want to take a break?"

"Well, why else would you want to take one then?" She crossed her arms in that annoying way of hers.

Fred thought this would be a simple thing to say, but no. She always made things difficult, didn't she? "Must I tell you eve-"

"Yea, Fred, you do," She was slightly shorter then him, but she stood just as tall suddenly. "Because that's what you do with a girlfriend. You share what the bloody hell is going on in your life at the moment because we like to know usually why our boyfriends are acting a certain way and if there's a certain reason behind it!"

Fred was silent for once in his life.

"WELL?"

"Don't you feel like this is too perfect?"

Angelina frowned. She had millions of possibilities running through her mind. Some considering the fact she was Quidditch Captain and he wasn't, but he had never complained about that before. She considered the fact he loved cheese and she was lactose-intolerant and couldn't enjoy it with him. She even considered that she smelled really bad yesterday, but this? TOO PERFECT?

Her face softened as looked at him, and slipped her fingers into his. "We're not perfect, and if we were, why would that be bad?"

His eyes looked pained. "I just don't want to screw this up. And I'm not perfect, and I never can be. It's just not who I am-"

He was interrupted by her lips meeting his. When they broke apart she whispered something he thought about till the day he died,

"Your far from perfect, I will never deny that. But that's exactly what makes you perfect for me. Always."

They were perfect weren't they?, Fred thought. Not creepy, never fighting, weird perfect, but a good solid they would always be there for each other kind of perfect.

And that's all perfection really is.

Okay, this might not be exactly what the lyrics meant to say, but that's what I took from it so, there.

Reviews are a beautiful thing and they can be a letter, a word, a punctuation mark, a sentence, and maybe if you're feeling crazy, a whole paragraph. My first HP fanfic, so do me the honors?

Thanks for reading!