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A/N: Okay, here's the last chapter. I told you it wasn't a long story. Very short. Thank you for all the reviews. Much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy.

Chapter Three: The End or the Beginning?

A week after our kiss, I was still in shock. I went out of my way to be as far away from her as possible

It's not like she noticed. She thought she had kissed my twin, the way she was still fawning over him. And it didn't even phase the stupid git.

It was breaking my heart. It really HURT.

And now I was trying to study my blues away. I still couldn't find a way to reverse the spell. It was hopeless. I could just see it now. George would eventually realise what a great girl Angel was and they'd get married and I'd be the best man at their wedding. It really wasn't something I was looking forward to.

Angelina walked into the common room. I attempted to hide behind my book, but she still walked over. Apparently I can't hide my patented Weasley red hair. Or one of my many sweaters with the letter "F" that my mum made me. Angelina sat doen next to me and patted my knee.

I tingled at the touch.

"Since when did you start studying, Fred?" she joked.

I put my book down. "I don't have anything better to do these days. George's always with you."

She shrugged as if it didn't matter.

"Why aren't you with George?" I asked, curious. "I thought you liked him."

"Why would I like George, Fred?" Angelina looked devious. "There shouldn't be a reason, right?"

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. "No, of course not. I mean, er, you did kiss him."

She sighed a little. "Yes, I did. But he wasn't very good at it."

I blinked. Did she just say I was a bad kisser? "That's a horrible thing to tell a guy's brother, Angelina!"

She shrugged again. "Didn't even know how to French kiss. Pity, it is."

"You're supposed to be in LOVE with George!" I exclaimed. "Not talking about him!"

Angelina stared at me, then broke out into a smile. "But I'm not in love with him, Fred."

I was confused. The spell worked, didn't it? "Then why'd you kiss him?"

"Fred, I've known the two of you for years. I know who's who."

"Huh?" I managed

"I was kissing YOU, Fred," she told me slowly, letting it sink in. "That love spell of yours didn't work."

"Bu-but. . . how?"

"Ginny switched it with water when you weren't looking. She told me about it while you were sneaking it into my juice," she explained. "I've been pretending to like George to teach you a lesson. Fred, it's really flattering that you like me and all, but . . ."

Here she goes. She's going to tear my heart out and rip it into pieces.

"You could have just asked me out. I would've said yes."

"What?" I said, dumbfounded. Did she feel sorry for me or something?

Angelina leaned in, close enough for me to smell a floral perfume. It made my head spin. "I love you, you great prat."

For once in my life, I was speechless. But my heart felt lighter than it had for weeks. There was just one thing I needed to know. "Do you really think I'm a horrible kisser?"

She grinned broadly. "I said it to get you upset enought to admit that you did something, but you're really quite stubborn, did you know that? I think you're a great kisser," she murmured softly.

I couldn't believe it. She was mine. And she wanted to be. I don't think I've ever been happier in my life.

"I love you, too." I whispered before our lips met.

I felt her smile and closed my eyes. Life was good.