Disclaimer: Not mine, of course!
A/N: Fred/Angie is always fun :D Inspired by a chair. A fantastic starting point I know.
Angelina Johnson and Fred Weasley
'Out of my chair, Weasley.' Angelina jerked her thumb at Fred, gesturing him to move.
'Nah, I'm pretty happy here thanks Johnson.' Fred grinned in reply. Teasing his almost-girlfriend was a favourite past time of his. They'd been flitting around each other for weeks in a way that Fred wasn't really used to.
'I was gone for five minutes!' She glared at him. Seeing he was not going to move, she went on a different route. 'Fine.'
She threw herself down on him heavily, arms crossed over her chest. She pushed all thoughts of him being nicely comfortable out of her mind.
'Not a problem for me, Angie!' He locked his arms tightly around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder. He traced light circles down her side, trying to make her laugh.
Biting her tongue to stop her from giggling, she turned her head to tell him off for calling her 'Angie.' As she had anticipated, but not quite had the will power to stop, he kissed her.
Laughing against her lips, he murmured, 'You know, I always did like this chair.'
