K15: Okay guys, this is so the next chapter.

Fred: You'll get to see what happens to me and Angelina. I know you're all dying to know.

Me: Exactly, and I know some of you are reading this, so please review. I'm begging you, I want to write this, and without reviews I get discourage. I have no idea what I'm doing wrong or right for that matter. So just let me know what you think. Thanks. Later. K15

Disclaimer: In the world of fanfiction, there are two elements that are key: the writer and the characters to this fanfiction. In no way, shape, or form does that mean that the author writing this owns the characters. It's fanfiction, what the fan wanted to see happen, or their twist and turn on the story and/or show/movie. Also the author of this said fanfiction, doesn't own Harry Potter in anyway shape or form.

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Fred stretched out his shoulders. He was sore and stiff from sleeping on the couch, but what surprised him even more is to see his twin brother by him. There was still no sign of Angelina, which was good. It didn't matter if George was dating her or not, she was going to get a full blast of what he was thinking. And currently he was thinking about: he slumped down back onto the couch. He was thinking about Hermione and how she helped him out last night.

It actually felt good to get to talk to someone. There was a whole lot of stuff on Fred's chest that he wanted to get off, and it felt like the world was easier to take. He sighed as he thought about his OWLs that were coming up tomorrow, maybe he could convince Hermione to use that Time Turner thing so he could stop himself on throwing up on Angelina. It would have saved her some embarrassment, and him the trouble of arguing with her.

He looked down and found George sleeping on the ground. His head was resting on the table in front of the couch. It was amazing to see his brother actually concerned. Their best friend, he noticed was snoring away in the armchair off in the corner. They had actually kept an eye on Fred, to make sure that the Weasley twin was going to be okay. Despite the fact that they caused him so much drama and stress sometimes, they were actually there when he needed them the most.

He took a step out of the portrait hole, and onto the grand staircase. Standing before him was Angelina. She had a look of fury on her face and her hair was dripping wet. It looked like someone had pulled a prank on her, and succeed without getting caught to top it all off.

"Hey Ange? What's up?" he asked.

"Do not call me that Fredrick Gideon Weasley!"

Fred flinched at the sound of his own name. He hated it when her or his siblings used his full name. It usually meant something went wrong. He put on a fake smile and said, "That's me."

"Do not joke with me!" she scolded.

"You're not my mother, do not scold me."

"Then explain why I am soaked!" she growled.

Fred smirked. "Well, it looks like Peeves dumped a bucket of water on your head. He then flew off…"

"IT WAS NOT PEEVES! IT WAS YOUR LITTLE WANNABE GIRLFRIEND!"

Fred's blue-green eyes widened in fear, it looked like Angelina was about to be consumed in flames. He calmly shrugged and motioned towards the entrance portrait that was still open.

"You know who's going to care about that?" he asked. She opened her mouth to reply, but he cut her off. "I think George, your boyfriend, will care about that. Maybe you can take top and get all that pent up frustration out," he pushed passed her and decided to head down towards the one place where she wasn't going to follow; the library.

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Hermione smirked as she ran ahead of Fred. She was in the invisibility cloak. He wasn't going to see her anyway. It turned out that talking to Fred had actually boosted up his confidence.

"Hermione," he called. Hermione froze in mid-step. Did he really know that she was here? Or maybe he was thinking out loud. She hoped for the latter. "I know you've got Harry's cloak. Just take it off, so I don't look insane."

Hermione flinched and shrugged it off. She smiled as she shoved it into her bag. "Hi Fred," she said falling into step with him.

"What did you do to Angelina?" he asked.

"Who me? I've done nothing," Hermione replied innocently, opening up a book to her Ancient Runes class.

"Let me rephrase the question then," said Fred. "What did you tell her?"

"I haven't seen Angelina all day. I've been in the library, well, the only time I went out is when I had to get Harry's invisibility cloak. I wanted to sneak into the restricted section for some research on Animagi's."

"Really?" he pulled her into an empty classroom. He sat on a desk and looked at Hermione while leaning on his knees. "So this Time Turner? I think I've decided to take up your offer. I want to get revenge on Angelina."

"It's not used for revenge," she scolded. "I can help you change something, to an extent, but revenge is not a toy."

Fred crossed his arms. "What is that? You said last night you would…"

"I would have gotten you out of there, but I would not…"

"Then why can you soak Angelina to the bone?" he yelled, jumping off the desk. "Why do you get to go back on your word?"

"My exact words were: so, I was thinking that I could always go back and get you out of the Great Hall before you did that," she glared at the boy in front of her.

"Then do it. Go back and…" he smirked. "I have a better idea. There was this moment in time that Angelina walked in on me two days ago. After I walked in George, but she didn't know I did. You should go back then and do this…" he whispered something in her ear causing her to blush.

"How about I go back a few hours?" she suggested.

"What happened in few hours ago?"

"Well, Angelina and George got into a fight, and I was thinking about sabotaging it," Hermione said, while shrugging.

"I never knew you were a demon child," said Fred.

"I have my good moments," she smirked.

Fred laid completely back on the desk. He was so grateful for a Saturday. It was what he needed after a week from hell. His life couldn't have gotten any worse. George and Angelina were dating, and to top it all off. His own flesh and blood helped his girlfriend cheat on him. Could he ever forgive his other half? Yeah, probably after they got out of here and started their joke shop. It could be years before that.

"Hermione, what did Angelina mean by my wannabe girlfriend?"

"I went back in time, and as she was heading from the library I dumped a bucket of water on her," she quickly explained.

Fred's eyes lit up with excitement. He then hugged the girl in front of her. Before Fred or Hermione realized what was going on, his lips were on hers. Hermione's chocolate brown eyes widened, but she decided against it and enjoyed the kiss, kissing him back with just as much fervor.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S SAGGY LEFT TESTICLE ARE YOU DOING?!"

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K15: Sorry guys, this one came out to be a little rushed. Uh, the fact that I'm trying to make a deadline before Wednesday.

Fred: -sniff- she's giving up Harry Potter.

Me: No I'm giving up writing fanfiction for Lent. Uh, yeah. I'm also giving up candy as well. Hopefully you guys know what that means. But don't worry after the sixth it will be a little vacation for me, to get ideas straight and everything. It will be March 22 when I can write fanfiction again. Unless I get a strange urge to update, but it's only because I've got it prewritten.
Fred: Hopefully that's a lot of stuff.

Me: I'm actually hoping to have this little Angelina segment cleared up before the sixth of this month. That way I can update with Drabbles that have already be prewritten.
Fred: Thank you for prewritten stuff.
Me: Yeah. :D But do not fear, I'll update this weekend a lot. So enjoy this chapter. Later. K15