A/N: Hey, y'all! Have a taste of FredAngelina, with some background Perciver. :)
Word Count: 480
Enjoy!
"So." Angelina sat down next to Fred heavily, one brow arched. He didn't ask how she'd found him in the Quidditch stands; that witch was unstoppable. "Wood and your brother. How are you feeling about it?"
Fred turned to her, mildly surprised. "You know, Johnson, you're the only person to think that I'm upset about that and not some—some invention gone wrong, or some prank exploding."
He tried to grin at her, and it should have worked; but Angelina wasn't just any other friend. She just reached out and covered his hand with one of hers. "Cut the bullshit, Fred, and talk to me."
He managed to hold her gaze for all of ten seconds before giving in. "I like Wood," he said carefully. "He's a fantastic bloke."
"But not good enough for your brother?" Angelina guessed.
Shame pricked at the back of Fred's neck, and he ducked his head; a far cry from the confident, untouchable Fred Weasley the world was used to seeing. "Erm… the opposite, actually." He swallowed thickly and turned back to Angelina, his blue eyes challenging her to say something. "You can say it," he told her, his words biting. "I'm a horrible brother."
"I don't think you're a horrible brother," Angelina said slowly, but Fred interrupted her with a self-deprecating laugh.
"I think Oliver Wood is too good for my brother. I should be thinking the opposite, yet here are."
"Fred," Angelina said sharply, "stop that."
Fred blinked at her, then slumped. "Sorry," he muttered. "I just… what's wrong with me?"
"Nothing!" Angelina leaned forwards and cupped Fred's face in her hands. "Fred, you have a better relationship with Oliver than you do with Percy, from what I can tell. And that's not a bad thing. If you're closer to Oliver, of course you'd think like that. But what matters is that you give them both a chance. Like it or not, Weasley, they picked each other. And maybe you can use this as an opportunity to get to know your brother a bit better."
Fred looked at her with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "You think so?"
Angelina pressed a quick kiss to his forehead. "I do," she promised.
And just like that, Fred felt better. He beamed at his girlfriend. "You know, Johnson, you're really something special." His tone was joking, but his words were dead serious. Angelina picked up on his true meaning, and a smile softened her features.
"I know, Weasley." She winked at him, then released his face and got to her feet. "Come on, Fred. We have classes to get to, you know."
"Or we could stay here," Fred proposed, grinning widely.
Angelina gave him a hard look that had him scurrying to his feet. "On second thought," he said, "History of Magic sounds absolutely riveting."
Angelina's laugh filled the empty stadium, and Fred's heart felt lighter.