A/N: Here is the companion piece to "That Fred." I don't know about you lot, but I rather enjoy the attitude of Fred in this one. It's not as sappy as the first one, but it's Fred, it's not going to be as sappy. So, without further ado, let us go on with the show.

For the trickster in every good woman.

The Trickster

Angelina Johnson gets on my goddamned nerves sometimes. Having her as a friend in our first years at Hogwarts was bad enough but, NO, then I had to fall in bloody LOVE with her.

She's more complicated than people make her out to be. She's one of those tricky birds. She fools you with her humor and her good nature, makes you believe she can be treated just like another bloke. But THEN, of all the insane things, she becomes this gorgeous woman overnight. Where did that twelve-year-old Quidditch player go? How did she change so quickly? What possessed me to ask her to that damned Yule Ball? What right did she have, showing up at said Ball looking...amazing? How did she wrap me around her little finger?

Has she?

She must have, the trickster. George and I may be the masters of the practical joke, but Angelina Johnson could beat us to the ground in the game of love.

When did Fred Weasley start caring about love?

I'll tell you, you wanker. It was the moment she pressed those wonderful lips against yours and she gave your whole life meaning. It was when she turned sixteen and suddenly she wasn't just a friendly face. Suddenly she was all breasts and legs. Suddenly you didn't know where to put your hands. Suddenly, you didn't quite know what to do with yourself around her. Suddenly...she became a woman.

And she is a maddening woman at that. She takes things too seriously sometimes. She was better than me in school, more accomplished in her work, and damned if she isn't a better Quidditch player.

And I HATE that.

But, I could never hate HER for it. Not really.

Nope, too bloody beautiful, that one. I'll never forget the night I took her to the joke shop after hours and showed her all the newest inventions. She sat on my desk and watched me as I demonstrated the new products. Then, we invented some wicked things together on top of my desk... but that's a story for another time.

We've had some pretty awesome times together, me and Angie. The strange thing is, I keep having these odd day dreams. Angie is always there, sitting with me, surrounded by several sets of twins who look suspiciously like both of us. We're sitting on a couch I've never seen in a house that resides only in this dream world.

What is this all about? Am I mental?

But, as bizarre as it is, I am constantly planning on what steps I need to take to make that dream a reality.

The conclusion to my pondering, you ask?

I think I'll just have to marry the silly bird and be done with it. I don't know if that's what she really wants, but it's worth a shot to ask. I mean, Only a few blokes get a chance to spend the rest of forever with a girl like Angelina. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll be one of them.

Crazy, beautiful, bloody trickster.

Okay all you A/F fans, I need some feedback you swash buckling people (don't have any idea where that came from, but...who knows?

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