Disclaimer: The only thing in this story of my own invention is the plot (but not the previous plot of the first five Harry Potter books). I own nothing else.

Author's Note: I decided to give you all a treat and post another chapter today! This means that hopefully I can get chapter 8 up tomorrow, and if you've figured out my pattern then you know where that's going to be! Thanks for all the reviews, guys! Keep 'em coming!

Fred Weasley never woke up on Christmas morning. That is, to say, because he, George, and a bunch of their friends had partied the whole night before! They had decorated the joke shop, laid out some "treats", and invited a whole slew of old friends from Hogwarts.

Five games of truth or dare (with the cookies), two disastrous games of Quidditch, and one candy-throwing fight later, angry shopkeepers were now pounding on their doors, demanding quiet. Slowly the guests began to dissolve; Angelina, Katie, and Alicia staying to help; and George now snoring in a chair (an effect of the candy-throwing fight).

Alicia and Katie magically dusted and scrubbed the place, while Angelina (mysteriously ending up working with Fred) re-shelved products and cleaned up rubbish on the floor with her wand at hand.

"Fred," said Katie. "The party was great! We should do this every year!"

"Well, I dunno," replied Fred sarcastically. "I'm not much of a partier, and neither is George. We were just trying out something new..."

"Yeah, right," giggled Angelina. Fred smiled.

Ten minutes later, Alicia declared that she and Katie were done, and would be waiting for Angelina outside when she and Fred finished their job.

As soon as they had re-shelved the merchandise and thrown away every bit of rubbish, Fred took his place behind the counter and set out a plate of joke cookies.

"Thanks, Fred," said Angelina. "That was a lot of fun."

"Sure thing, Ang," he replied. "Would you care for a cookie?"

"Wha'd'you mistake me for, a blade of grass?" Angelina giggled. "Everyone knows better than to accept treats from Fred and George Weasley!" She then leaned over the counter, kissing Fred quickly on the lips. "Happy Christmas." She smiled, and then walked towards the door.

"Happy Christmas," Fred replied.

About two minutes later, George woke from his slumber. "D'I miss 'nything?" he grumbled.

"Nope," replied Fred. "You didn't miss anything at all."

Author's Note: I hope Fred doesn't seem like a jerk, like he's denying him and Angelina being together. He just doesn't seem like the type to go pouring out his soul to his twin brother.
To my reviewers
M.Anne: Hermione's all better and out of the Hospital Wing now. :-)
HGandRHrforever:Yeah, I'd like to have some cookies, too!
lizzie5555555: I think Malfoy just added an extra ingredient to Hermione's potion that wasn't supposed to be in there in the first place. Let's just say it was a... fish scale. Yeah, a fish scale landed Hermione in the Hospital Wing. :-)
Everyone else: Thanks you!

Next Chapter: A game of chess and some confessions.