A/N - Hey all! Thank you to everyone who review the last chapter. You made my day. This chapter was fun to write, so I hope that you enjoy it as well. Snape might be a bit out of character here, but I had to make him the way he is, or it wouldn't work with the plot line.

If you like this story, you might want to check out my other HP story, The Gryffindor Lion. It's a story that I work on in my spare time, and the reviewers seem to like it, so check it out maybe.

Sorry for the long author's note,

Tidal Waves

Please let me know that my one bad day will end

A bright flash broke through Fred's dream of flying. He opened his eyes to see a grinning Lee Jordan holding a camera. Fred felt a weight shifting on his chest and he looked down to see Angelina waking up from her Fred pillow. He looked at her for a moment before delicately shifting Angelina off of him. He stood up and started chasing after Lee, trying to get the camera away from him.

"Get back here you annoying prat!" he yelled as he ran around the common room and up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Lee however, ran into the seventh year room and promptly locked himself in the bathroom. Fred had to concede defeat.

The noise had woken up George who sat up in bed rubbing his eyes. "Where were you last night?" he asked

"He was asleep on a couch with Angelina!" yelled a muffled voice from inside the bathroom. Fred groaned. George would take it the wrong way.

Sure enough, George raised an eyebrow at his twin. "You slept with Angie eh?"

"Not like that," protested Fred. "She was upset, and I comforted her, and she fell asleep. Is that a crime?"

George shrugged his shoulders and then gathered his clothes and tried to talk Lee out of the bathroom.

"Not while Fred's still here!" he cried. Fred muttered something about annoying friends, grabbed some clothes and went off to the fifth year boys' dormitory. Hopefully they would let him change.

At breakfast, Fred was still in a bad mood about Lee's picture taking adventure, but when Angelina walked in and sat down beside him, the grey cloud over his head lifted a fair bit.

"I wanted to thank you for last night," she said. "I'm sorry I fell apart on you, but I loved him a lot."

"Hey, It's ok. I didn't mind. I'm just glad I could help." Said Fred. She gave him a quick hug before she grabbed a piece of toast and started to eat. All of a sudden, a glass of pumpkin juice teetered precariously on the table in front of him. It fell over, spilling its contents all over Fred's robes.

"Oops," said George sheepishly. "Sorry about that." Fred stood up, dripping orange liquid onto the floor.

"I'm going to go change my clothes. See you in class." With that, he turned and walked out of the hall.

Fred took his time on the way back to Gryffindor Tower, thinking about everything and nothing.

"Hobgoblin." He told the Fat Lady absently, and then climbed through the hole and went up to his dorm. He grabbed a new change of clothes and pulled them on. Just then, the bell for the start of classes rang. He was late, not that he cared.

Fred ambled down the stairs and set off down to the dungeons for potions. Once, he heard Filch shuffling along the hall, so he had to duck into an alcove until he had passed, but that was his only mishap.

At the entrance to the classroom, Fred paused for a moment, waiting until Snape was finished talking. Snape was always angrier with latecomers if they interrupted him. Moments later, Fred pulled open the door.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Weasley. Thirty points from Gryffindor and a detention for your rudeness. Now take a seat," said Snape icily. Fred walked to the back of the room and sat down beside his brother. George gave him a sympathetic look.

Fred pulled out his textbook and his potion ingredients, then glanced up at the board. Truth Potion it said. He groaned. Truth potions were extremely finicky. Luckily, Fred and George were quite good at potions because they came in handy for inventing new joke items. George had already started brewing the potion, so Fred joined in and started cutting up boomslang skin.

Snape's oily voice cut through the classroom. "Miss Johnson, please refrain from blowing up the classroom. You are behaving dangerously." Fred glanced at Angelina. She was sitting straight up in her seat, glaring at Snape. He knew that she hadn't been doing anything wrong. A surge of anger shot through him. He watched as Angelina shrugged and went back to her work.

Twenty minutes later, Snape was at it again. "Miss Johnson, please tell me why you find the back of the room so attractive?" he asked. Angelina just shrugged again and went back to her work, avoiding the comments that the Slytherins in the room were mumbling amongst themselves. Fred felt angry again.

"Fred," called his brother. Fred looked around at him.

"What?"

"Concentrate on the potion. It's about to boil over." Fred glanced down at the cauldron in front of him, seeing that it was indeed bubbling precariously close to the rim.

Minutes later Snape spoke again. "Miss Johnson . . . "

"Shut-up!" yelled Fred, cutting off his professor. He had stood up and was glaring at Snape with a look of extreme hatred on his face. The whole class was looking back and forth between the redhead and the Potions Master.

"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley," said Snape, his voice so cold Fred half expected the room to freeze solid. "What did you say to me?"

"I told you to shut-up. Why are you picking on Angelina? What has she done to you? She has enough on her plate already!" Fred yelled.

"How dare you insult me, Mr. Weasley," said Snape in a dangerous tone. "Another detention, I think, and one hundred points from Gryffindor." The Gryffindors in the room winced. That was a lot of points.

"Stupid git," mumbled Fred as he made to sit down. Unfortunately for him, Snape heard the comment.

"Leave now!" he roared. "Get out of this classroom!"

"Gladly," retorted Fred. He gathered his potions things and grabbed his textbook. With a glance at Angelina, who was looking at him oddly, Fred wrenched open the door. He paused in the doorway, stuck out his tongue in a childish mockery of Snape, and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Hurry up, Fred!" cried Angelina. The seventeen-year-old was standing at Fred's side, glaring at him. Fred put down his knife and fork. "Come on," she said. "We have quidditch practice."

"Oh, yeah," he said, "I forgot."

Angelina groaned and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. She then proceeded to drag him out of the hall, and up to Gryffindor tower. Once inside the common room, she marched him up the stairs to his dorm room. When they reached the door, she let him go.

"Get changed, quickly, and grab your stuff. Be back in five minutes, or I'm coming in there." Fred didn't bother arguing.

Once he was safely inside his room, he grabbed his stuff from his wardrobe, all the while thinking about how beautiful Angelina looked when she was angry. Her brown eyes got a gold tinge to them, which made them very intriguing. Fred shook his head. This was his friend he was talking about, not one of his flings. He ran a hand through his short hair and then got changed. He was grabbing his stuff from his trunk when Angelina burst in. He stood up with gear in hand and together they walked out of the room.

The quidditch practice wasn't a very good one by anyone's standards. It was about an hour in and Ron had yet to catch the quaffle. Fred was slightly distracted by Angelina. He couldn't stop thinking of her, and he kept looking around to watch her as she caught and threw the quaffle to Katie and Alicia. Suddenly, Fred felt something collide with his arm. An intense pain shot through him and he looked around to see what had hit him. A bludger was zooming away from him. Stupid bludgers, he thought. The team came flying over to see if he was all right.

"I'm so sorry," said George. "You were supposed to hit it!"

"Not your fault," Fred said through gritted teeth. Meanwhile, Angelina was examining his arm. She touched a part of his limb and he hissed in pain.

"This arm is broken," she said. "You better go to the hospital wing. D'you want me to go with you?"

"No, it's okay. I'll see you later." Fred landed his broom with little difficulty and trudged up the lawn to the castle.

Fred walked into the hospital wing ten minutes later. Madame Pomphry bustled over to him and began poking and prodding his arm.

"Just sit down Mr. Weasley," she said finally. "I'll be right back." Fred sat down on the closest bed and placed his broom beside him. Soon the nurse returned with a goblet of yellow liquid.

"Drink this," she said, "and lie down. You have to rest for an hour or so, or the bone won't grow back properly." She walked off, muttering to herself about hoping quidditch would be outlawed.Fred sighed and lay down on the bed. He fell asleep instantaneously.

An hour-and-a-half later, Fred awoke. Madame Pomphry walked over to him.

"Good, you are awake. You may go now. Straight back to Gryffindor Tower, mind. No lolly gaging."

"Yes'm," said Fred with a charming smile. He grabbed his broom and left.

He said the password to the Fat Lady and clambered through the hole. The common room was almost deserted. A lone figure sat by the fire, reading a book. Fred walked over.

"Hey Angie," he said quietly. "Why are you still up?"

"Oh, hey, I was waiting for you, you know, to see if you got back all right."

"Thanks. So . . . Can I sit down?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"It's been a crap day eh?" said Fred. "Snape is a git." She grinned.

"Yup. You didn't have to do that, you know. I was just ignoring him." Fred shrugged.

"I dunno. He shouldn't have been picking on you. I'm sure he knows about your uncle, 'cause it was Dumbledore who sent you that letter, and he always tells the staff about that kind of thing."

"I suppose . . . You still shouldn't have done that. You have two detentions now!"she cried.

"I know."

"Thank you though."

"No problem." Fred grinned cheekily. "I'm just glad that the day is almost over, and I am spending some time with you."

Angelina smiled and lay back on Fred, closing her eyes and relaxing. For the second time in two days, the two friends sat wrapped together in silence. Fred had a lot of emotions coursing through him. He hadn't noticed it before, but being that close to Angelina made him breathe a bit quicker. He was enjoying just holding her, watching as her stomach rose and fell with each breath she took.

Angelina looked up into Fred's eyes and without thinking, he found himself moving his head slowly closer to hers. She began to move closer as well, and they were but a half-inch apart when they heard noise on the stairs. The two jumped apart like startled rabbits and turned to look at the interloper.

Alicia came in to view from the boy's dormitories. Fred raised an eyebrow. Alicia was halfway across the common room before she saw her two friends looking at her slyly. She blushed red and continued on her way. Angelina and Fred looked at one another and burst out laughing.

"I better go after her," said Angelina. "I want to hear the story."

"You do that. I want to talk to George. Good night."

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye."