A/N: For those of you who know me, you know that I'm usually a strictly R/Hr shipper. That's what I write, that's what I read, that's what I know. So, I was a bit surprised at myself for wondering into the land of F/A. They are a very interesting pair. This little fic is just a character study on Angelina Johnson. It may lead to a Fred study and finally a long story, but I'm not promising ANYthing.
Disclaimer: Suffice to say, if I were JK I'd have Ron and Hermione snogging at the end of book four. As you know, they didn't, so I'm not her. Don't own, don't sue, I don't deserve it.
That Fred
I'm not the kind of girl who falls easily in and out of love. In fact, I'm not the kind of girl who even cares much for all of that idealistic, romantic crap.
But.
There is just something about Fred Weasley. He makes me laugh...out loud. He doesn't underestimate me as others tend to. He is a creative genius when it comes to the joke shop he runs with George. But he too is vastly underestimated by most of the people who know him.
And that pisses me off.
All that anyone ever sees in the Fred Weasley is a practical joker. The boy who, despite his admirable grades, was always getting thrown in detention or disciplined by McGonagall. A boy who had nothing better to do than trick his classmates and swindle the younger children out of their money. A boy who never tried to act mature and was never sorry for his childishness. All in all, he brought it upon himself. And a large part of me wants to see people treat him exactly the way he treats everything.
Like a joke.
But another part of me knows, that the only reason Fred continues to act the way he does, is because other people like that boy. His peers find that overconfident, immature, prat an enjoyable companion.
I wish that they all knew the Fred that I know.
The Fred that I know is a man. A man who works hard at his job and helps support his parents into their golden years. A man who is not always so confident in himself. A gentile man in his twenties who was my first friend, my first kiss, my first boyfriend...my first and only lover. The man who looked terrified out of his head the night he held me and told me he loved me.
Whenever he's around me he doesn't have to be the Fred Weasley, prankster for the ages. He's just Fred, the man, the inventor, a wonderful lover, and my best friend. Sometimes I wish he could show that Fred to the world. But other times, I'm glad that he saves that Fred...for me.
Alright, this is where it all turns to you. If anyone out there wants me to write any more about Fred and Angelina I need reviews.
Say it with me...Re-view-s. Good, now we understand each other. :)