A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It's a little shorter than the other ones but I promise the fourth one will be longer.

Disclaimer: Nope, I do not own Harry Potter. Blah, blah, blah…

Fred and Angelina stayed up late finishing their potion; long after everyone else had gone to bed. Fred couldn't help but think about what his brother had said. About him describing Angelina and all. And there they were. Two teens. Alone. With a war fire and a big, comfy couch. ((A/N: Gosh! I hated that show!)) Maybe he'd had one two many of his magic beans, or maybe he was just going crazy. Angelina was the second best prankster he knew, the Quidditch captain, his life long buddy, or at least seven years. There was no way one romantic thought could enter his red-headed mind.

"Well, we're done. What do you want to do? Or are you tired?" He asked.

" I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"How about telling me who you like." He said.

"Give it up Weasley. I'm not telling you."

"Please? Please please please please please…" He said, almost pleading.

"Why do you want to know so badly? It's not like it's you."

"You never know. It could be me." He said slyly.

"Oh yeah Fred. You and me. Can you imagine that?"

"What? Are you saying I'm not your type?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't know."

Angelina gave him a look before shrugging it off. There was something about Fred tonight. Maybe it was the fact that he was completely tired, and the fire hit him just right. Or maybe she was just exhausted and vulnerable. She looked over at her companion who looked down at his untied shoes and began to fiddle with the laces.

"Awww!" He said, taking off his shoe with relief.

"Oh Merlin Fred! Put it back on!" She said, plugging her nose and getting as much precious, uncontaminated air into her system as possible.

"Oh shut your pretty little mouth. They smell like roses on a fine spring morning, with fresh dewdrops falling off the ravishing red petals, just before my aunt's dog pisses on them." He said, taking a deep whiff of his feet's aroma.

"Lovely Fred. I'm so glad you shared that with me."

"So…you think my feet smell do you?"

"They could clear a room Weasley."

He then pinned Angelina to the ground, sat on her, and stuck his rancid feet only inches from her face. The look on her face was priceless, and Fred wished Colin could have bee there to take a picture.

"Tell me who you like!" He said, laughing.

"If your parents were to teach you anything Weasley, it should've been how to treat a lady. No wonder you can't keep a steady relationship." She gagged.

"Now you're judging my past. In go the feet." He said, pushing his feet even closer to the poor girl's face.

"I'll tell you who I like, if you tell me who you like. Just get your feet away from me."

He agreed and pulled her up. She gave a laugh, pushed him onto the couch, leaned into him lovingly, brushed back his ginger hair and…

"Ain't gonna happen Weasley. I'm not telling. Not now. Not ever." Pulling away.

"So you do like someone. I bet I can guess who." He said in a teasing tune, pulling her back.

"I highly doubt that. The only things you know about the type of guy I want, is that I want someone who's a good Quidditch player, a good dancer, can make me laugh, inventive, and has a great mind. You don't even know if that does apply to him."

"Well now I know it's a him."

"You filthy git!" She said, pounding a pillow in his face and sitting on it. "Apologize! Apologize now!" She said, leaning her weight more and more into the pillow.

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry Ang! I didn't mean it." He screamed from under the pillow. "Try to kill me why don't you!"

"As much as you annoy me, I've never thought of killing you Fred. Knocking you senseless maybe, but never killing you."

"Of course not. I'm your best friend." He said, pulling her into a great big bear hug.

They soon fell asleep in each other's arms on the big comfy couch by the warm fire. How romantic.

A/N: They fell asleep in each other's arms as FRIENDS. Well I hope you enjoyed chapter three. I tried to add less dialogue. Please review and tell me what you think. Oh yeah! Does anyone know if I'm spelling Quidditch correctly? Thanks.