So, this is basically going to be an overview on some of Katie and Fred's best and worst moments druing their time together. I hope you all enjoy it! If you do enjoy it, and want to see more, then review away.

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"Hey… Katie?"

"Shhh."

"Katie?"

"I'm trying to study, Fred."

"But, Katie?"

"WHAT?"

"I love you."

A 13 year Fred Weasley grinned across a large oak table at a very disgruntled Katie Bell. She rolled her eyes, and slammed her book shut. It had started. There was no point trying to work now, she would never get anything done.

"No, you don't Fred," she replied simply. She propped her elbows up on the table and laid her chin in her hands, looking squarely at him.

Katie was only 12 years old, and in her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had only met Fred a couple of weeks ago, after they had both successfully tried out for the Gryffindor quidditch team, and ever since then he had hounded her. She knew he and his twin brother, George, had a reputation for being tricksters, so she kept her guard up whenever he was around. The truth was, he made her nervous. He was good looking and popular. Why would he be interested in small, skinny Katie Bell? She had convinced herself that his proclamations of love were nothing more than a cruel prank

Katie was a pretty child, although she didn't think so herself. She was of an awkward, self conscious age, and therefore considered herself to be quite plain. She was small for her year and of a petite build. She eyed Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet, who were lounging about in large chairs near by, with jealousy. They were a year older than her and had started to develop curves in all the right places. Katie was just flat all over. She was very skinny with a shocking lack of shape in her figure. Her hair was short, messy and of a chocolaty brown colour, and she had bright green eyes that shone out of her pale skin. A light spattering of freckles lay across her nose and cheeks.

"No, I really do love you though. Please be my girlfriend?" Fred asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"For the millionth time, no," Katie replied testily. At first, she had enjoyed the attention of the extremely popular Fred, who had girls hanging on his every word. But after two weeks of consistent pestering, it was starting to grate on her.

They were sat at a large desk in the Gryffindor common room. Katie's friend Leanne was perched next to her, watching the scene unfold with amusement. Sitting near Angelina and Alicia were George Weasley and Lee Jordan.

"Leave the poor girl alone, Fred. Can't you see she's not interested?" Angelina Johnson piped in, coming to Katie's aid. Angelina sat with her legs dangling over the arm of the chair, throwing a rubber ball in the air. Katie didn't know her or Alicia very well, but they seemed pleasant enough. They had only had two quidditch practices to date, but they had been friendly to her at both, and she knew that they would get on well, despite Katie being younger.

"I won't leave her alone, not until she agrees to go out with me," Fred huffed.

"I will never go out with you, Fred Weasley!" Katie spat.

"Well… then I guess I'll never leave you alone," he retorted, winking. Leanne giggled. Katie glared at her, before returning back to her work.

"Why are you pestering me? Don't you have someone else you can bug?" Katie asked. She knew that Fred had many admirers, she suspected even Leanne had a soft spot for him.

"Because I don't want to go out with anyone else, I want to go out with you," Fred replied, shrugging slightly. He looked a little bit more serious when he said this. More serious than Katie had ever seen him look before, although that wasn't saying much.

"Well why me? You don't even know me," said Katie.

"Why you? Well, why not?"

"You should never answer a question with another question."

"Well what do you want me to say? I don't know why I like you! You are right, I don't know you. All I know about you is you are good at quidditch and you have the smallest handwriting in the world. Oh, and you have this weird nose twitch that you do when you think no one is watching which is kinda weird. Besides that, I don't know you from Adam… But I would like too. And don't ask me why, because I don't know."

Fred took a deep breath.

George, Angelina, Lee and Alicia had all stopped what they were doing to turn around and watch.

Katie blinked.

Leanne stared.

George was the first to break the silence.

"Mate, that is the gayest thing I think I've ever heard."

Fred sighed and ruffled his short, ginger hair. Katie noticed, for the first time, just how strong his hands were. Come to think of it, the he was quite a strong build all over. The observation shocked Katie.

She shook her head.

"I don't believe you," she stated. Fred groaned.

"What do I have to do to convince you that I'm not joking? I like you, Katie Bell!" he practically shouted.

Katie considered him for a minute longer, before standing up and collecting her work into her arms.

"Oh, where are you going?" Fred asked dejectedly.

"Away from you!" Katie shouted. She turned on her heel and stalked off in the direction of the girls dormitories. 'Perfect exit,' she thought to herself, before tripping on her own feet and crashing to the ground. Books went flying, and parchment rolls filled the air. Her ink bottle smashed off the wall and splattered her in black and shards of glass. Her face burning, she scrambled to regain her composure.

She looked up to see Fred and George roaring with laughter.

'That right there. That is the reason I don't believe you,' Katie thought to herself, before storming up the stairs to her dormitory.

Later that night, as Katie wandered down the stairs to find Leanne, she bumped into Angelina.

"Oops, sorry kid," Angelina said.

"No problem," Katie replied sleepily. "It was probably my fault. Usually is."

She continued down the stairs.

"Katie!" Angelina called after her. She turned back and was greeted by a strange expression on Angelina's face.

"Look, for what it's worth…" Angelina began, lowering herself onto the step below, "I think Fred genuinely does like you. He might seem like a bit of a git, but he really isn't that bad once you get to know him. And he talks about you all the time. You might not think much of yourself, but he certainly thinks very highly of you. Just… well, think about it. He's a good guy."

Katie looked at her, stunned. Angelina was a no nonsense kind of girl, and wouldn't lie about something like that just to aid the twins along in some meaningless prank.

Angelina bade her good night and continued up the stairs, leaving Katie in a state of shock.

Maybe he really did like her.