A/N: As requested by Whisperheart and LunaPadma and NikkiDiamond here is a Fred and Angelina chapter. It's written in Angelina's POV because I'm sure someone wanted me to write it in hers.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, although I have put it on my Christmas list for several years. Sadly, I have never got the rights to the book in my stocking. Funny, isn't it?

FredxAngelina
The Burrow

Angelina tumbled ungracefully out of the fireplace, coughing slightly from the smoke. Fred, who was lounged across the threadbare sofa, laughed loudly. She glared at him and he rose languidly and stuck out a hand to help her up, still smirking.

"Eager to see me, Johnson?"

"No." She denied flatly, brushing soot from her clothes and smoothing her hair.

George entered the room, "Ange!"

"Hey George." Angelina smiled and then resisted the urge to laugh as Luna trailed in dreamily behind him. She had a slight feeling that George and Luna were beginning to fall for one another.

"Alright, Angie?"

"Yeah, yeah. Where's your mum? Shouldn't you," she turned to glare accusingly at Fred, "be introducing me to her."

"Oh, right, yeah." Fred replied absent mindedly, his attention focused solely on the kitchen from where strains of conversation could be heard. She noticed that George also appeared to be watching the kitchen doorway. It was suspicious to say the least. She'd known the twins for a long time now and knew that within the next few minutes evidence of their latest mischief would be revealed.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, a male voice yelled with suprise and what sounded like twelve thousand people bellowed with laughter.

Angelina shot a startled glance at the kitchen, the laughter was very loud. She wondered exactly how many people were here.

Fred smirked at George who high fived his twin. "Reckon we can risk going in to have a look?"

"Naa, Mum'll be really mad at the moment. Better give it a few minutes." Fred advised. George nodded solemnly.

"What did you do?" Angelina asked, attempting to show no sign of her amusement in her tone.

"Nothing." Fred and George chorused in almost practiced unison. They were both wearing identical innocent expressions. Too innocent, Angelina thought instantly, mentally storing away an image of the expression for future reference. Being married to Fred Weasley was going to be detrimental to her health.

"No, seriously you have to tell me… because, if you've put a hex or a charm or something I need to know right now. I don't want to turn into a canary or explode or turn purple or whatever. This is the first time I meet your family…I refuse to be a test subject tonight. Or ever." She added quickly, anticipating the twins using the words against her in the future.

"Turning purple…now that's an idea." George mused thoughtfully, completely ignoring her other words, turning to his twin and communicating through some magical unspoken twin bond.

Angelina wondered idly if they did that often. If she ended up living with Fred (and therefore, George as well) the unspoken twin bond and lack of verbal conversation was going to drive her mad. As was living with Loony Lovegood, although she was fairly nice and unobtrusive, and the two owners of a magical joke shop, she decided to research thoroughly a number of defensive wards as a precaution.

"Yeah, you're right…on the cloaks, purple. I think so." Fred agreed. "Come on, Johnson. Let's go find Mum."

Angelina nodded, trying to ignore the rising, fluttery nerves building in her stomach. Fred took her hand casually and she felt a strange sensation which she very quickly pushed away.

"Mum!" Fred called cheerily, striding into the kitchen.

Angelina recognised several people – Molly and Arthur Weasley, Ron, who looked rather disgruntled and had oddly messy hair as if he'd been out in a gale or something, Percy, a bored looking Cho Chang who also appeared to be studiously ignoring Percy (who, coincidentally appeared not to have even noticed), Harry, Hermione, Neville Longbottom and blissfully content looking Hannah Abbott. Hannah was leaning against Neville's chest and his arms were wrapped tightly around her.

"Fred, I just had a funny incident earlier." Ron said in a would be casual voice.

"Really?" Fred's tone was entirely innocent.

"Yeah, I was just drinking this punch." He indicated a half full glass which was on the kitchen counter, "And all of a sudden there was a loud bang and I was suspended upside down in mid air. Then, there was a massive gust of wind, yes, wind…inside the house which oddly enough, only I seemed to feel. And I was back on my feet."

"Merlin, how awful for you." Fred said sincerely.

"Don't suppose you know how that happened, do you?"

"No, have you asked George?"

Angelina noted that Fred was a bloody fantastic liar, she couldn't even tell he was lying - she just knew that he'd done it. She filed that small piece of knowledge away for a later date.

Ron pulled a face and turned away, evidently deciding that Fred would never admit to the prank and that he couldn't be bothered to pursue it. He tipped the rest of his punch down the sink pointedly.

"We didn't spike his punch." Fred muttered very close to her ear. She could feel his cheek against hers, lifted in a mischievous grin.

"What have you done?" She murmured back biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"You'll see." He grinned cheekily. He tugged her over to Molly Weasley, who was supervising several knives – one was peeling a giant mound of potatoes, another chopped what looked like an entire cow into chunks and one diced a hundred odd carrots. She wore a serenely happy expression.

"Mum, this is Angelina Johnson, she's my fiancée."

"Lovely to meet you, dear." Molly replied, smiling at her warmly. "If you'll excuse me, I just need to get this dinner ready…We'll chat later."

Angelina nodded, "Okay. Nice to meet you too."

Fred leaned back against the kitchen counter and she stood next to him. She noticed that he hadn't let go of her hand once. It made her want to jump up and down and grin until her cheeks went numb.

"You alright, Johnson?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. You have a massive family." She said honestly, looking around at them all.

He did have an awfully large family; she wondered how she was ever going to remember them all. Maybe she could have a giant list with pictures…

"Yeah." He grinned, "Wouldn't swap 'em for the world. They drive me mad sometimes, but, you know… I love them, they mean everything to me."

Angelina had known Fred for many years, they'd been friends for several years but she had never heard him speak so seriously and honestly about anything before. She found herself wishing that one day she would be part of his family.

"You really mean that, don't you?"

"Yeah." He blushed slightly with embarrassment.

She smiled at him. "I think it's a good thing, family mean everything. I wish I had a big family like yours."

He looked at her for a long moment then clutched her hand tighter, placing his own arm on the small of her back and turning her to face him. "Soon, Johnson, you will have."

She flushed a faint pink and dropped her gaze. "Good. You know, I don't… mind marrying… you. I think it's all going to be okay."

"Course it is."

She suddenly wanted to lean forward and press her lips against his. She wanted to wrap her arms around him tightly. She wanted him to never ever let go of her. The feelings startled her, they were unexpected and weird and…frightening.

Then, a loud bang sounded and Ron flew up into the air, scowling angrily. Fred pulled away from her, still not dropping her hand, and made a show of looking surprised and very angelic.

Angelina noticed the remnants of a biscuit on the floor. It seemed as if the twins had managed to charm everything Ron ate or drank…it was going to be an interesting evening.