Author's note: So, here I am writing another Fred/Ange story even though I'm not the hugest fan of the pairing. Haha, enjoy!

Everyone always thought of me as the heartbreaker…. The one, who just snogged girls, let them believe I fancied them and then left them. Well… okay maybe I did that for a few girls- but hell are there some attractive girls! But, anyways, I did really care for her. But…. Only her. I don't know what it was about her… her beautiful brown eyes…. How she was the only girl who could've beat me up if she tried- don't tell her I said that. Or maybe it was the fact that even after hours of Quidditch practice, her hair in a messy ponytail and sweat on her forehead, she still managed to be the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

She was my first kiss, y'know. It was the first week of third year. We'd become close friends by then. All of us had banned together by then, George and me, Lee, Katie, Alicia and Ange. Well, actually by early second year the six of us were inseparable. Ha, and by third year I had it crazy for Ange. Back then it was just a little kid liking a girl. But now it's different I- so, back in third year the six of us were sitting in the common room after dinner, and people kept going upstairs to go to bed, one by one. Ange was still doing homework (that habit stopped after fourth year) and I wanted to stay with her. George was going to wait too, but he seemed to understand I wanted to be alone with her. So there we were at one in the morning, and she'd finally finished her homework….

"Ha, Ange I haven't even started any of that."

She rolled her eyes at me. "You should have been doing it instead of watching me!"

"Well watching you was much more fun." I smirked.

She seemed to blush, but quickly said, "Well I should get to sleep." With a warm smile she said, "Thanks for staying up with me. Night."

I had to do it- I would've been so pissed if I didn't…. I kissed her.

It was nothing special, but it made me the happiest third year ever- I would never have admitted it though. I think that was the moment. From then on, I'd always loved her. Sure, we'd dated on and off for the next five years, never going more then a few months at a time, but hell, I always loved Ange. And…. Yeah I did date other girls, and I did snog an awful lot of other girls too… but it was always Ange that I loved. Always Ange that I wanted to be with. Look at me, turning all soft and romantic. Ange would laugh at me…. But that's just another thing I love about her. She can have a good laugh at me when I make a fool of myself.

I don't care how cheesy or stupid it is, I love Angelina Johnson. And after this damn war, I'm going to marry her.