A/n: More of my fav pairings. Enjoy.

Chapter 5

Fred and George Weasley sat in the Hogwarts library, rather bored, but thinking a lot nonetheless. Fred sighed and tapped his pencil on the blank pages before him. He was supposed to be looking up how to use the - uh, the... ok, so he didn't know what he was supposed to be looking up. George didn't either.

George looked like he was intently reading a copy of Hannah Grull's guide to Herbology, when really he had a copy of Quidditch through the Ages propped up inside.

Fred's eyes wandered around the library for the hundredth time in just a few minutes and rested on Angelina Johnson for the millionth time. He sighed again. He'd probably never admit it - he was a Weasley twin, after all - but he'd had a rather large "crush" on Angelina ever since he could remember. He'd asked her to the Yule Ball in his 6th year. That'd been lovely.

But now, Fred wondered if it was more than a crush. Could it be? But he was a Weasley twin. And the Weasley twins had no time for love. Or so he told himself.

He glanced at George, who was staring at Katie Bell. Fred half-smiled. How could he forget? George had one of those possibly-more-than-a-crush things for Katie.

Fred dropped his pencil and heaved up all his courage. It was time to just say it. He was Fred Weasley, and that had to mean something.

He poked George, who reluctantly tore his eyes away from Katie Bell.

"What?" George said.

"Its time." Fred said.

"What, now?" George raised both eyebrows.

"Yup. Gather up your courage, mate." Fred stood.

George gulped and nodded.

As Fred slowly walked towards the table that Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet were seated at, he wondered silently, Do those 3 ever do anything alone!?

"Oy! Katie!" George called, and Fred noticed that he was visibly paler than normal.

"Yes?" Katie lifted her head, and her brown pony-tail swayed.

"Could you, uh, you come here for a sec?" George asked, a little shaky.

"Sure." Katie pushed her chair away and headed over to George.

Fred was almost to the table, and Alicia stood. "Sorry Angelina, I got to go. I was supposed to meet Lee like fifteen minutes ago." Alicia's already dark-skinned cheeks flushed a little pinker.

"Oh, sure. Go ahead." Angelina waved to Alicia as Alicia hurriedly gathered up her books and jogged out of the library.

Fred took another deep breath and sat down beside Angelina, trying hard to radiate the usual confidence so characteristic of the Weasley twins.

"Did you need something, Fred?" Angelina turned her sparkling brown eyes on Fred, and he gulped. This was going to be harder than he thought.

"Yes, actually. I was... was wondering, if we - we could t-talk." he stuttered out. Fred figured this was probably the first time in his entire life he'd been this nervous. Well, nervous period, for that matter.

"Sure." Angelina closed her books. "What's up? You seem a little nervous. That's not like you."

"I know." Fred swallowed again. Just do it! he thought. Aloud, he added, "Look, I've been... I've... I was... uh, what I mean is... do you... have you..."

Angelina openly grinned, and Fred felt rather uncomfortable. Was there something in his teeth? Why couldn't she just say it!?

"Uh... heh, I really... um, for a long time..." Fred stopped speaking for a second and stared right at Angelina. She was smiling wider than before. Was there like a purple mole growing on his forehead? Why was she smiling like that?

She was so beautiful and Fred wanted to kiss her badly. But he had to get this all out in the open before he made any moves.

He kept staring, and although he felt like he hadn't said anything for at least ten minutes, he merely hadn't spoken for about ten seconds.

Fred tried again. "Angelina, the thing is..."

Angelina rolled her eyes and Fred feared the worst, even though he hadn't revealed his feelings yet. Did she know what he was going to say? Think Fred. Turn it into a joke. Quick...

"Fred!" Angelina sounded exasperated. "Just kiss me, already!"

Fred sat back slightly in surprise. He definitely hadn't been expecting that. "Um, ok..."

So Fred kissed Angelina, right there in the middle the library. They were only in lip-locked bliss for a moment, however, because suddenly an ear-splitting scream rang through the library. Fred and Angelina jumped and broke apart abruptly.

Madame Pince, the librarian, had dropped the massive pile of books in her arms, and came racing over to where Fred and Angelina were. She snatched up a meter stick and was waving it madly once she reached them.

"What do you think you are doing in my Library?" She screeched, her face doing an impressive Uncle Vernon impression. Every eye in the library was on Fred and Angelina, who were both grinning.

The good ol' Weasley twin confidence had returned, and Fred held up a book. "Studying!" he answered.

"Cease and desist at once! This is no place for - for - for - " Madame Pince swished the meter stick wildly around, narrowly missing hitting students.

"No place for studying? But I thought this was a library?" Fred said innocently. Some people laughed.

Madame Pince's nostrils flared and her eyes blazed insanely."A place for studying - not - not - NOT - " It seemed as though no matter what, she just could not bring herself to say the word, "kissing". "No place for - for that! Get out! Get out!" her mouth was as wide as it would go as she shrieked.

Fred and Angelina gathered up their books as quickly as they could, chuckling and snickering the whole time.

"This is no laughing matter! How dare you do - you do - that in my Library - of all places!" her rage was immeasurable. No one had ever seen her get that angry before. Of course, it was rather amusing. Many hid their laughter behind their books or hands.

"Do not set foot in this Library again until I say so!" Pince hollered after Fred and Angelina as they ran out of the library, laughing and holding hands.

Fred glanced over his shoulder, and saw that there were two people who were not watching the spectacle with Madame Pince. In fact, they seemed quite miraculously oblivious. Fred threw his head back and laughed as he and Angelina rounded the corner and were gone.

The students were about to go back to what they were doing, when they saw what Fred had seen. Everyone seemed to hold their breath.

"Well, I never - in all my years - never once..." Pince was muttering to herself, the meter stick laying gently at her side. She was panting slightly from her outburst, and her purpled face was slowly returning to normal. But she turned around to retrieve the books she'd earlier dropped and-

George and Katie were now kissing.

"What are you doing!?" Madame Pince literally had a meltdown. Her face turned a color beyond the purple rage she'd just experienced - a color that a human face shouldn't turn - and her fists clenched so tight that the meter stick snapped.

The students who could get out of the library, did, as fast as they possibly could.

Pince ran, screaming like a banshee at George and Katie. "Get out get out get out GET OUT. This is not a - a - you-know-what booth!" Her voice became more shrill. "What is going on with you students!? This is absolutely no place for - " her eyes practically popped out of their sockets, and when she finally managed to say "kissing" her voice reached a new level that no one on Earth had ever heard, or ever wished to again. "No place for - KISSING!"

By then, George and Katie were already on their way out, exiting in the same fashion as Fred and Angelina: holding hands, and laughing their heads off.

There were very few people left in the library when Pince's rage subsided. Either they were hoping that Pince would explode again (as it was a source of great amusement), they couldn't get out of the library before (and were now wishing that they were anywhere but there), they were deaf, or they were now deaf (and were still stunned by the loss of hearing).

Almost an hour later, Madame Pince had calmed down significantly. She slowly looked around, and saw no riff-raff doing any other extraordinarily horrid things. She picked up the pile of books that lay scattered across the library, but dropped them again when she saw a group of first years reading books that they had snuck from the Restricted Section during the commotion.

"Honestly!" she snorted in irritated annoyance. "What is this school coming to?!"

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