A/N - Hi everyone! Well, Cassi and I are back with chapter 4! I wrote this chapter, and I'm terribly sorry for how long I took! I know you don't want my pathetic excuses so I won't even try! ^_~ And remember, please review!

Disclaimer - All HP related stuff belongs to JKR. I wonder if the producers who make the Simpson's had to write a disclaimer when they used JK as a character…no justice for the people, I tell you.

Chapter 4


Angelina watched as the green flames died down and slowly turned back to red. Oliver had just left and she missed him already. But she needed to get back to work. She did have sometime to spare though, Fred and George weren't expecting her back at work for another hour.

"So," Angelina said, turning to Katie, who was watching the fire as well, "When do you have to get back to work?"

"Actually, I was supposed to be there about 20 minutes ago," Katie said, looking down at her watch, "Well, I better get going. Are you heading to the shop soon?"

"Yeah, I haven't anything better to do," she shrugged, smiling.

A few minutes later, Katie apparated to the Ministry and Angelina started walking to the joke shop. She normally apperated to save time, but today she had the time so she decided to walk. She needed to think.

She loved seeing Oliver again, but the way he acted was strange. She probably could have tolerated his attitude a little more if Fred didn't look so put out. And Fred's mumbling didn't help matters either. Angelina remembered that Fred never did approve when she had a boyfriend. When they were still at Hogwarts Fred would always scold her for dating someone, proclaiming that he was "no good."

But she always thought that he said things like that because he was like a brother to her. He was just watching out for her. And now the whole 'brother' act was happening again. But what did she care if Fred wasn't happy with her and Oliver? Angelina never cared what other people thought of her.

'But Fred's not just 'other people' ' she thought to herself. He was her best friend for more then 7 years, that had to make him more then just 'other people.' But she would have to think on this later, because she had just stepped inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

Angelina heard the familiar sound of the bell that gave off a small 'ding' when someone stepped inside the shop. She looked around to see George at the register, helping a customer, and Fred standing by the shelves, rearranging items.

"Oliver gone already?" George asked as soon as the customer left.

"Yes," she said walking up to the counter, "He had Quidditch practice,"

"Heaven forbid the famous Oliver Wood miss a Quidditch practice," Fred said in a sarcastic tone, still moving items, his back facing George and Angelina.

"Yeah..." Angelina said slowly, looking at his back in confusion; she could tell he was in a bad mood. "So, George, what needs my assisting today?"

"Well, we're starting to rearrange the shelves. We want to put all of the products that can change a person into something else next to the aisle with all the products that can make an inanimate object move and whatnot,"

"All right," she nodded.

"Fred's taking all the items off the shelves and putting them into boxes. So you just need to take those things and put them on a different shelf." He explained. Angelina agreed and walked cautiously up to Fred.

"All right then," Angelina said "so, boss, what shelf do you want me to move this to?"

"Taking orders from a guy, Angelina?" he sneered, "That's a first,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, Cleary not in the mood for this.

"Oh, nothing," he shrugged, "Anyway, I need you to take these," He motioned to the box, "Over there."

"Okay..." Angelina commented, taking the box, "But you don't need to talk to me like I'm a child."

"I'm sure I don't." Fred replied in a sarcastic tone. Rolling her eyes, Angelina moved over to the shelf he mentioned before. She started putting items on the shelf. But as she did this she couldn't help but be angry at Fred. 'Why is he in such a bad mood and why does he insist on taking it out on me?'

Through out the day Fred and Angelina switched items and rearranged them. They hardly talked to each other. And every time she caught his eye she sensed a feeling of annoyance in him. But what in the world would be annoying him?

At the end of the day George left the shop to put the daily deposit in their account at Gringotts. Fred and Angelina were now left alone. Angelina was still straightening shelves and Fred was now at the register. When the last customer finally left Angelina locked the doors.

"Do you reckon George will be back by time we get done closing up?" She asked hesitantly.

"I'm not sure," he replied, counting the money in the drawer, not looking at her, "He'll probably just go home anyway, the lazy git," he added a bit harshly.

Angelina looked at him for a moment. She really did want to know what the hell was his problem today. There was a silence between the two for a few seconds, then she finally broke it.

"Are you all right?" she asked curiously, testing if he'd really answer.

"What?" he asked, still not looking at her.

"You seemed kind of put out today," she said slowly.

"Well, I'm fine, thanks," he said shortly. Angelina wanted to just leave and get out of his way, but something in the back of her mind told her not to. They had been friends for seven years. She sighed and said,

"I don't think you are, Fred. Ever since Oliver arrived-"

"Listen," he interrupted, finally looking at her, "I don't want to talk about Wood, all right?"

"Fred-" but then something dawned on her, "Your upset about Oliver coming aren't you?"

"I didn't say that,"

"But, it's true isn't it? Did you and Oliver have an argument or something?"

"Angelina, I haven't talked to the man in years!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, but ever since you found out that Oliver was going to visit you've been extremely quiet,"

"So?"

"Well, why? Do you not like Oliver?" she asked.

"That's not it," he said, walking out from behind the counter and heading to the back room.

"Then what is it then?"

"I don't want to talk about it!" he snapped, picking up his cloak from a chair.

Angelina picked up her cloak as well and followed Fred back out to the front of the shop. She was still on his tail, now that she knew it was about her boyfriend, she had to find out.

"Fred, something's up between you and him. I know! I've known you for more then 7 years! I used to know your emotions perfectly-"

"People change, Angie!" he said suddenly turning around and looking her in the eye, "I've changed, Wood's changed, and apparently you have too!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, starting to get angry.

"You have! I've never even thought that you would ever date a bloke who was so high on himself!"

"Oliver is not high on himself!" Angelina defended, "he's just proud of what he does!"

"Don't try to ignore it, Angelina! You know Oliver's changed! He used to be a really nice guy that was obsessed with Quidditch and now he brags all the time and can talk about nothing but himself! You've never liked those type of people," He said and then his voice lowered to almost inaudible. "and I think you deserve much better then that,"

"Listen here, Fred Weasley," she said, outraged, "You have no idea what type of people I'm attracted to now. You haven't seen me for a nearly two years! You said yourself that people change! So I advise you to not talk about things you don't know," She continued forcefully, stepping closer to him.

"No, you listen here, Angelina," he said, taking a step closer, sounding just as angered as she was, "I was your best friend for a bloody long time and I know some things about you do not change! So don't talk to me as if I'm a stranger because I'm not!" Their faces were so close that she could feel his breath on her face.

"You know what? I don't want to talk about this!" she yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration.

"Now you listen to me! About time!" he yelled back.

"I'm not listening to you, I'm doing what I want! I don't want to talk about this because it's rubbish, not because you want to!"

"Well, good!" he shouted.

"All right then!" she shouted back. Angelina flipped her hair behind her and roughly opened the door to let George in, who had been knocking several times.

"Er," George started, "what's going on guys?"

"Nothing," Fred and Angelina both snapped. They looked at each other, glaring daggers, then Angelina turned to George.

"I'll see you tomorrow, George," she said sharply. She then turned on her heel and left the store, leaving Fred and a confused George alone yet again.

TBC

A/N - Hope you liked this chapter! I wasn't too happy with it at first but then I sent it to Cassi and she made it perfect! So I hoped you guys liked it! And please review! We would really appreciate it! And thanks to all the previous reviewers!! You really keep us going! ^_^