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AN: Ah I'm glad everyone likes the oneshots I've written so far. Oh and I'd love to review your stories and send responses to your reviews, so I'll take care of that this evening. Alright, here goes the third prompt.

Socks


"Hey Fred, wait up!" Angelina cries as she chases after the red-headed boy in front of her carrying a generously wrapped present. Ribbons and all, she even had the ribbons curl themselves that way Fred would be challenged when he tried to open it.

He stopped, turned around, and smiled at her, "Hey Ange. I'm glad you found me before I left."

"You're only saying that because you see the present that I have." She joked.

He smirked, "Oh, clearly."

She grinned and he grinned.

"So are you going to open it?" She questioned.

"If it's mine." He replied.

Angelina rolled her eyes, "No I'm just giving you George's Christmas present to open; I wasn't sure if he'd like it and I wanted your opinion."

"Really?" He raised his eyebrow, "So you're into George now?"

"No," She retorted, "George is not the one I'm attracted to."

"So there's a one?" Fred asked curiously.

Angelina shrugged, not making eye contact, "Perhaps."

"Interesting," Fred commented.

She avoided his gaze, "So how's little 'Miss. I don't know the difference between a rock and a bezoar?"

He looked at her questioningly, "Hmm?"

"You know the new girl?" She said, not bothering to hide the bitterness in her voice, "The Hufflepuff?"

"Matilda?" He asked.

She shrugged, "Sure."

"She's good, thanks for asking." He replied, "Although Ange, as my best mate ,you should probably know the name of my girlfriend."

She said nothing. It wasn't so much that she didn't know the names of Fred's girlfriend. She just didn't really want to learn them because they changed so often, and she didn't have to know the name of all the girls Fred had ever gone out with. Besides, 'Little Miss. I Don't Know the Difference between a Rock and a Bezoar' didn't even know which twin was which; she'd seen her ogling George quite a few times. So really not saying Fred's girlfriend's proper name was not out of jealousy, it was simply lack of respect. Honestly.

Finally speaking Angelina inquired, "What did Matilda get you for the holidays?"

"A Zonko's joke book." Fred answered.

'Ahaha, Amateur.' Angelina thought.

"That's nice right? You got some new reading material?" She asked as politely as possible.

"I already had the book." He shrugged and then added, "But you know it was still nice."

Angelina fought to hide the knowing smirk that was slowly coming over her features, "Of course."

"Right, so do you want me to open your present?" He asked softly.

She nodded, "If you don't mind."

He began tearing apart the wrapping paper, and he ribbons kept fighting to stay tied, Fred fought the package for awhile before being able to slide his hands in and take out the gift, "Oh, awesome!"

"You like them?" Angelina inquired, as Fred pulled out red socks with gold lining on the cuff with a tiny bludger and bat on them, "I sewed them myself."

He nodded enthusiastically, "They're fantastic! I've been wanting something like this for awhile."

"Oh and they self wash, so that when the odor gets too severe, it disappears. Because Merlin knows that it's once in a blue moon that you take off your socks." She told him.

Fred laughed, his beautiful laugh, "Thanks Ange, really."

He kissed her on the cheek, and headed towards the Hogwarts express to meet George.

When the Christmas Break had ended she noticed that Matilda's book had been regifted to Lee, and that her socks were still on Fred's feet.

Not that she cared or anything.


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