Hellooo! I am PinkBubblegumBliss, annd I am a big shipper of this pairing. Some of it may not make much sense, or may seem out of character, but please bear in mind that my reason for posting this fic is for your thoughts and ideas for how to continue it! xx


Come stay with George and I over your Easter holidays. I'll come get you from the Express. xx Fred

Angelina Johnson stared from the petite owl that delivered the letter, to the note it had carried in almost disbelief. She had been so depressed since he and George left—especially because it marked the finality in their breakup the day before their departure.

::5th January, 1996::

Angelina leaned over Lee, reading over the other teen's shoulder as he wrote his Astronomy essay. She furrowed her brow as she read. "No, no, Io is not covered in lice…goodness, Lee, what are you ever going to do without me?" But he was quick to scratch the mistake out, ducking his head slightly, and Angelina was very distracted by the thought of one Fred Weasley. A soft, "So cute," slipped out, unaware of her thinking aloud, and she was unfazed by Lee's abrupt stop.

"Angie, could you come 'ere a momen', pet?" George asked as he watched his twin stare at Angelina and Lee before turning on his heel and storming off. Angelina glanced over at him curiously and nodded, stretching up and away from Lee with a yawn as she came closer to George.

"What's up, George?" Angelina asked, watching the twin's concerned face twist slightly as if thinking. He grabbed her arm and pulled her along with him, asking the teacher a brief question—and to the lady's nod, George lead Angelina off again, and she followed in confusion.

There was a blur of running and frustration, and soon she returned to the Astronomy tower and talked to Lee about her current plight. However, she left the class more confused than she had been when she returned, and was off to the Great Hall with the wizard. They took their usual seats: Lee, George, Fred, and Angelina across from Fred. Angelina looked at Fred after a long, stiff moment of silence, and murmured, "What's happened, love?"

Fred just glared at her for a moment, voice dangerously low as he said, "Don't bloody talk to me." George muttered something that Angelina assumed was to calm him down, but she heard the word 'harlot' slip through as Fred responded. And then something about her and Lee?

"Love—er, Fred—would you mind stepping out with me? Here isn't the place to discuss this," she said bracingly, already standing. Fred made some biting remark (she couldn't quite remember it) and George hoisted him up off of the bench, muttering something harshly in his ear. Grudgingly, Fred complied with Angelina and walked with her by the Grand Staircase, avoiding the view of the Great Hall. "Fred, I'm not quite sure what you think you saw, but whatever it was isn't what it really was."

"Yeah? And I'm supposed to believe a bloody bint like you? Fat chance, just leave me alone, Angelina." First, ouch at being called a bint. She reached and slapped him across the face—quite hard, at that. Next, being told to leave him alone? Regular occurrence.

Before she had processed the sharp tingling in her hand, he had her wrist in an iron grip. "Don't touch me," he snapped as he released her wrist and shoved her almost as hard as how she slapped him. Angelina collided with the wall behind her and slid down, wind knocked from her lungs, and he said, "It's over. I'm done. I actually thought you were different, Angelina."

For the first time that she had been in Hogwarts, Angelina leaned her aching head against the wall and cried. Tears poured down her face and sobs wracked her body, and soon she picked herself up and got George, who took her gingerly by the waist with one arm (for she told him that her upper back and shoulders hurt too much) and lead her back to the Gryffindor common room, despite his advice to her that she should go to the Hospital Wing.

As they entered the room, Angelina leaning on George slightly because she was just so terribly exhausted, she was unsurprised (though quite frightened) by seeing Fred visibly stiffen. She watched his eyes flicker across the hand supporting Angelina's waist, to the hand holding one of hers (presumably to assist her up the stairs, as she was shaking quite terribly), to the girl leaning against his twin.

"I think I want to go to the Hospital Wing after all, George..." she whispered anxiously, tears again threatening to well up and slip over. He nodded and turned them around with a warning look at his twin and helped her down again, walking closely with her down the staircase, and through the corridor.

After a very tense silence, George took a deep breath and said, "Angie, we've been planning for a while to leave Hogwarts..."

"Haven't we all, though? It's seventh year..." But she stopped speaking at the look George gave her.

"No, not that way. Tomorrow. We're going to get our brooms back and go to our flat, and that'll be the end of it here for us. We'll start the shop, everyAngie?" But Angelina had already torn herself away from him and was sprinting back to the staircase leading to Gryffindor tower, running quickly up the stairs (the pain felt like nothing compared to her current emotional state) and shrieked the password at the Fat Lady, tearing up the boy's staircase and throwing the door open.

"You going to help me pack then, George?"

"No, I'm not George. Why are you leaving?"

"Go away. I have nothing more to say to you." But Angelina's expression hardened somewhat and she stood her ground, pressing on.

"I'm not leaving, Fred! You're the one that's leaving! How long've you been planning this? All through the term? Just a few weeks, what? You know how bleeding awful it feels, knowing your boyfriend has been planning on leaving everything, including you?" The sting of unbidden and unshed tears in both of their eyes now. One of frustration, the other exhausted and terribly upset.

"Yes, okay? I know all of that. Just get out of my bloody sight, Angelina. I'm not talking about this with you, I'm not changing my bloody mind."

She stared at him quietly for a long moment and shook her head before speaking softly. "Well, if you have any want of seeing me at all before you go, I'll be in the Hospital Wing. Thanks to you, of course," she added under her breath, turning and leaving the room with Fred staring after her.

::6th January, 1996::

Katie and Lee visited Angelina the next day and told her that the twins were planning some sort of huge surprise, that they wanted people out in the antechamber before the Great Hall to watch the spectacle. With a sigh, Angelina asked Madame Pomfrey if she could leave, and was given a small pain relieving potion. She drained the little bottle and sat it down, then left with her friends.

She watched, transfixed with horror and sadness as the confirmation swept through-Fred and George soaring overhead on broken-shackled brooms. As they hovered, George yelled something at Umbridge, but Fred locked eyes with Angelina for a long moment. She mouthed an ill-hearted 'please,' but he broke contact with her and they were off with loud cheers.

::Present day, April 7th 1996::

Angelina was on the train with Lee, Katie, and Alicia, holding the teeny scrap of paper just as she had when she received it only two weeks ago. She never responded to it, only sending the owl back to its owners with a little red and gold ribbon tied elegantly against its leg. Soon it was time for them all to get off, and as she left the train and looked around for her parents, she saw George talking to her mother and father. She walked up to them quickly and smiled at her parents.

"Hello, Mum, Dad," Angelina said cordially, looking from one parent to the other. Despite Angelina's impressive stature, her father towered over her (and George as well) and her father managed a thin, rather forced looking smile.

"Fredrick has just been telling us about his plans to take you on a bit of an adventure, Angelina. A trip with Katherine and Alicia, I believe. Did you say that mister Jordan was going as well, Fredrick?"

"Yes, sir," said George, who appeared to be posing as Fred as he took Angelina's hand gently. She didn't want the clever ruse to fail, so slipped her fingers through his and tried to cover their hands slightly behind herself, just as she normally would when Fred would take her hand in front of her parents. A small flicker of something akin to amusement flickered across her mother's face, but was gone almost as soon as she'd seen it.

"They're all waiting for us, I'm sure," Angelina said, her voice taking a slightly pompous tone—just as was typical when speaking with her parents. And, just like Fred, George put on a show of suppressing a grin (though she was fairly sure his was just as legitimate as Fred's) and she and George bade their good-byes to her parents, turned together, and released hands. As they walked away his hand began to linger at her waist before slipping around, Angelina leaning her head up as if talking to him about something. All until she got out of their view, of course.

However, a conversation was going through as they walked close together.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed faintly, though there was no real anger in her whisper.

"I was standing to wait for you, and your parents approached me thinking I was Fred, and that for some reason I must've been waiting to kiss you goodbye?" he asked, raising a brow at her as they turned a corner. He released her waist and she shifted away from him, glad to be away from the close proximity and the pretending to be with her ex's twin...who was posing as her ex, but as her current? Well, that confused her, but that was fine too then.

"Well, I didn't get to send Pookie to them with any notice about this. Why are you here, I thought the note was from Fred?" she asked airily in response, shaking her head.

"Because he's taking care of the shop today and asked me to get you for him," he said quietly, still leading her off and out of the station. Soon enough they were out on their way to Diagon Alley, and soon they were to number 93.


"Are you sure about this, George? I don't think this is the best idea..."

"Ease up, Angie, he's waiting to see you," he muttered. Almost immediately George surged forward and pulled a cheerful looking woman with bubblegum colored hair to her feet, as she had been halfway to the ground. Angelina took the opportunity to slip away and walk through the shelves, stopping to look at the Wonder Witch products. They were very nice looking and sparked her interest slightly.

"A Hogwarts customer already? Train only just got back, must've been an hour ago? Just watch them, it's right a right charmer how the pygmy puffs play toge—oh," one Weasley said, stopping as the mocha-skinned girl turned to look at him. There was a stiff, awkward silence that set into the whole store. That was until Ron walked into the store with a yawn.

"Man, I didn't get any sleep patrolling the train," he said with a groan, already walking behind the counter. This gave George the opportunity to slip away from Tonks and stroll up to Fred and Angelina, a cheeky grin on his face that was most certainly not mirrored in his twin's.

"Bit of a set up there, hope neither of you mind. Worked out for my benefit, obviously, because now Fred can stop talking to the picture of you that he hides under his pillow, and you can quit writing me about how much of a git you are," George said, sending a playful wink in Angelina's direction.

Fred's cheeks, nose, and ears flared bright red and Angelina felt her face burn (and was quite glad that her skin was too dark to show a blush) and they both shifted on their feet uncomfortably. George's grin only widened as he took Angelina by her upper arm lightly and began to pull her away. Fred muttered something about not talking to her picture, but she didn't catch all of it and allowed herself to be pulled away by George.

"Let me show you where you'll be staying, pet," he said rather loudly as they turned a corner, and off they were up the stairs. "Sorry for setting the two of you up by the way, just sick of it getting in the way of business. Some mornings he takes hours just getting up, and by the time he's down I'm swamped with customers. Book keeping's a wreck, even," George explained. Angelina shot him a dark look but nodded with a slight sigh, stepping into the flat above the store once George unlocked the door.

"I guess. It's not going to help anything though, George. We're finished. Have been for three months, it's not like our other fights." Angelina rolled her eyes, remembering how sometimes they'd fight, and within an hour of just being silent and cold they would be wrapped up in each other, and other times they would break up for an indeterminate amount of time (usually a month tops) and would, again, be wrapped up in each other. "You realize the only reason my parents said okay is that Fred used to do this nearly every holiday, right? Not give them any notice, just tell them I was going with him, and be done with it?"

"Of course I do. Actually, I was counting on you telling them you'd be going on a bit of a trip, but it worked just as well."

"Trust me, it's better to surprise them when Fred is involved. They only pretend to like him because our fathers both work in the ministry, civility between families is crucial apparently. He did give Fred a chance though, but mostly because he's quite fond of Percy..." unexpectedly she hugged George tightly, drawing in a deep breath to collect herself. "I-I'm sorry, I've spent three months completely pushing every thought of him out of my mind, and it just hasn't worked at all. I guess it's all just flooding back."

George hugged back and swayed with her a bit, rubbing the girl's back in multiple, simultaneous efforts to relax her more. "You can sleep in my room, and I'll take the couch. Doubt Fred's willing to do that at this point. And before you decline, I'd rather you be staying where you can have some alone time if you need it." Angelina pursed her lips at him before nodding carefully. "It's just this way," he said, draping an arm over her shoulders in a friendly way, and lead her to the end of a little hallway. She looked from one door, to the other that was directly across from it, and then back at George with interest now.

He opened one of the doors and lead her in, nodding around the room with a sheepish laugh. "S'a bit messy, sorry about that, pet." Angelina shook her head and smiled at him before walking around somewhat aimlessly, just taking in the sight of his room.

"It's nice," she said, but catching her eye was a door beside his amoir. "Does that..?"

"Yeah. We put it in when we moved in, that way if one of us couldn't sleep we could bugger the hell out of the other one." There was a slightly humorless laugh as he looked over to Angelina.


Hmm, it seemed like it was an appropriate stopping point for this chapter! Have no fear, more up immediately ;)
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