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A/N: As promised, as thanks for all the nice reviews, here is the next chapter! No more to be said except for THANKS TO MY REVIEWERS! In this chapie, F/A!!!

*Chapter 4*

Happy Dissapointments

"Padma?" Angelina sputtered. "As in Prefect Padma? The Ravenclaw?" she shook her head, trying to rid herself from the grusome thoughts of Fred and Padma snogging in a bush à la Fleur Delacoure/Rodger Davies.

"Yes, Padma. I'll go ask her right now. See you Angel!" Fred yelled over his shoulder as he sped into the Great Hall.

Angelina, too, entered the Hall and sat at the Gryffindor Table, trying not to notice Katie feeding little pieces of chicken to Lee. She sat next to Hermione and Ginny.

"Angelina, are you alright?" asked Hermione, squinting at Angelina.

"No. Two words: Boy, Ball, rejected," said Angelina, burrying her face in her hands.

"That's three words, Ange. Let me guess. A certain boy named Frederick?" said Ginny, frowning.

"Bulls-eye, Gin," said a muffled voice from the depths of chocolate colored hands next to Ginny.

As they talked, a certain Fred Weasley made his way towards the Ravenclaw table where a certain, very pretty, Indian girl sat, surrounded by her girl-friends, and, especially, boys. Fred approached his prey very sure of himself.

"Hey, Padma, do you wanna go to the Ball with me?" he asked, looking sure, but now shaking inside.

"Sorry, but I'm going with Terry. What's your name again?" said Padma, not sorry at all. She looked down on him with a superior air on her face.

"Fred Weasley. 7th year Gryffindor. Beater on  the Quidditch team." He answered sadly.

"Oh, right, one of the troublemakers. Well sorry again," Padma replied, waving Fred aside.

"Bye," said Fred, walking away from the Ravenclaw Table. His little, feeble male ego had been shattered.

Angelina noticed and promptly shot up from the table to walk over to Fred.

"Fred? I'm sorry. She's not worthy of your time," she scowled at the Ravenclaw girl while hugging Fred.

"I know Ange. I just feel horrible! Rejected by a younger girl! I..." he exclaimed angrily, but his face softened as he saw the girl who was hugging him. Suddenly, as if he had just uncovered something that had been long ago buried within him, he felt fireworks. It was the Fourth of July in his heart. A picture album was flipping in his brain. A 5 year old Angelina running after Fred and George. All three of them on toy broomsticks (age 6). Then on real broomsticks practicing Quidditch (9 years old). Fred and George in the Johnson's living room on Angelina's 10th birthday (the day Fred stuck a firework in the ice-cream cake). And the last picture. Fred and George with their arms around Ange on their first time on Platform 9 ¾. I've known Ange for a LONG time! I was always closer to her than other girls like Leesh or Kate. She's always been my Angel and no one could ever hurt her. Angelina.... Wow! I love Angie! Padma was probably a decoy that my heart used to make me not realize that I'm in love with one of my best friends! Stupid heart! Angie, oh Angie!!! Do you love me too? Please. You have too! There's only one thing to do...

"Angel, will you go to the ball with me?" Fred asked, looking into Angelina's chocolate eyes.

Angelina, no matter how happy she was, was suspicious, "Fred, am I a last resort or something?" She prayed silently that he would say no.

"Last resort? NO! Angie, I.... I.... I think I love you..." Fred lowered his eyes shyly.

"You...you love me?" Angelina murmured breathlessly. She couldn't believe it! Fred, her Fred, the boy she loved more than Quidditch, loved her back!! I have died and gone to heaven!

"Yes, Angelina, I love you. Will you go to the ball with me as my girlfriend and not just my friend?" Fred kept his gaze steady on her. Inside him, he was a leaf shaking in the Autumn wind.

"Fred... Yes! Of course! I...love you too...." she blushed and her face tinged red. She looked like a chocolate cake with raspberry sauce that Fred wanted to eat. He did the only natural thing. He kissed her slowly on the lips. She cautiously wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, shyly at first, but it soon became passionate.

The hall rang with the Gryffindor's cheers. They had had this conversation in the middle of the Great Hall. They didn't hear the cheers. They heard only the soft "I love you"s against their lips.