"Your father and I met at Hogwarts."

"James and Lily Potter, head boy and girl in their day, inseparable back at Hogwarts."

"Hurry up and find your self a date. Katie and I aren't going to wait for you our entire lives."

Fred sighed as the echoes bounced around his mind. It seemed everyone found their soul-mate in Hogwarts. Everyone but him, that is. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in girls, he was. Or that he couldn't find that perfect person, he already had. No, it was his fear of starting the relationship, afraid of being committed to someone, afraid of the time when it would end. Not that he would ever tell George that, even though he'd never kept anything from his twin before. George and Katie Bell had been going steady for a year. George thought that Fred just couldn't find a girl he liked (after all, he thought Katie was the only acceptable girl in the school) and he would scoff and laugh if he knew the truth. That his fearless brother, not afraid of Snape or Filch, was afraid of asking a girl out. No, it was best not to tell George. Why couldn't he do it? It had seemed so easy last year, "Oy. Angelina, want to go to the ball with me?" And she had blushingly agreed to go. But they hadn't been "going together" any more than Ron and Padma. Sighing again, Fred's eyes traced the crowded common room until the landed on her, the girl of his dreams, Angelina Johnson. She was on the other side of the room laughing at something Lee Jordan had said. Catching his eye, she waved him over.

"Hey Fred," her melodic voice rang out.

"Hey Angelina," he said softly.

"Yo! Fred! What's up?"

"Hey Lee Jordan, hey Alicia,"

"Hey Fred,"

The group resumed their typical conversation, eventually shifting the topic around to Quidditch. They laughingly recalled Fred and George's imitation to Oliver's latest speech, praised Angelina and Alicia for their excellent plays, and then berated Lee Jordan for his offensive commentaries. It seemed like old times, before Fred had started seeing Angelina in a new light. He completely forgot his feelings about her, that is, he would have forgotten his feelings for her if at that moment George hadn't walked up with his arm around Katie.

"Hey you guys!"

"Hey George, Katie," they called.

"What's up?" The group of four paused, not wanting to bring up the fact that they had been talking about Quidditch without their other beater and chaser (before the two started going out, they never talked about a game unless the whole group was there).

"Oh, not much, just catching up on old gossip, talking about that evil assignment on Polyjuice Potion that Snape gave us." Angelina recovered quickly, flashing them her gorgeous smile as the rest of the group sighed in silent relief.

"I know! That assignment killed me! I'm going to have to work so hard if I want to pass these exams with high marks!" Katie chirped.

As the group settled into another discussion, this time about teachers and homework, Fred sat back and tried to look at the group as if he didn't know any of them. Alicia and Katie were both fairly pretty. Alicia's brown hair fell in a braid against her tanned shoulder, and Katie's blonde hair curled in wisps around her pale face, illuminating her blue eyes. You wouldn't be able to guess that Katie was a straight A-student, she looked more of the part of a "dumb blonde" and Alicia looked sweet and innocent standing there. He couldn't really comment on George, it was like looking into a mirror, but as he stood there longer, he began to see small differences. George stood straight with his arm around Katie, Fred stood slouched with his arms folded at his chest, George chuckled appreciatively, Fred laughed loudly, and they both seemed to talk the same, though they phrased things differently. Lee Jordan looked like a DJ with his dreadlocks hanging in his face, but he also showed the part of the prankster that Fred loved to hang with. And then there was Angelina. As a bystander, Fred fell even more in love with her. She had shining black hair which fell gently against her dark shoulder and glowing green eyes that sparkled in her dark face. She held her self gracefully and continuously flashed her amazing smile. Fred sighed, gazing at her, forgetting the conversation going on around him. Angelina was his angel, and he was too afraid to tell her how he felt.