A/N: Hey! My computer works now so I've copied ch.5 onto it from my labtop and yeah. It's here my ch.5. Sorry it took so long. I'll update more frequently once my labtop is fixed though. So here it is, ch.5. Where did we leave off...oh yeah. George and Lee glued Fred and Angelina's hands together...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter...

Fred was the first to wake up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and walked dazedly into the bathroom. Just as he turned on the hot water and pulled down his pants, he heard a scream.

"Fred Weasley! What the hell are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" He said, just now noticing Angelina's presence. "You're the one on the boys' bathroom!"

"You pulled me in here!"

"Why would I pull a girl in a bathroom and pull down my pants?"

"I don't even want to think about that. Let go of me so I can get this horrid picture out of my mind."

"You let go of me!" He said, attempting to pull his hand away.

"What did you?" She yelled.

This sort of prank had Weasley written all over it. Fred looked surprised though; maybe he hadn't done this. Thought of it maybe, but never attempted with Angelina.

"Why would I glue our hands together?"

"If I do remember correctly, you glued Neville's hands to Snape's desk last term."

"Wait!" He said, licking in between their hands.

"Eww! Eww! Eww!" Said Angelina, jumping up and down.

"Yup. It's my glue all right. Apple flavor."

"So you did do this!" She said, pointer a free finger at him.

"No, it must have been George and Lee. C'mon we have to go get them to undo this."

"Wait!" She said, holding onto the door.

"What?"

"Pants."

"Oh right!" He said, looking down, blushing. He ran back to the bathroom, pulling Angelina along.

Angelina covered her eyes and Fred put on his pants. They ran to the door and...

"Wait!"

"What Ang? What now?"

"How do we explain us holding hands?"

"George and Lee pranked us."

"How many people are going to believe that? When so many people...never mind."

"So many people what?"

"It's nothing, let's just go."

""C'mon tell me. So many people...what?"

"Uh, so many people know I would never try any of your Weasley concoctions willingly. And what if people saw us last night? George and Lee did. They may think we like each other."

"Well if it's not true, we have nothing to worry about. Unless... You like me. And you're embarrassed that everyone will see your little dream come true."

"That's ridiculous!" I fancy someone else."

"Who?"

"I'm not telling/"

"Well this would be the perfect time to tell me. Unless it is me. He said, smiling.

He was smiling and she had butterflies. Did she like him? Did he like her? Or was it just the Weasley charm working its way through. No. She was too stubborn, and even more stubborn to realize if she did in fact fancy him. And Fred was always smiles when there is a prank, even if he's the pranked one. He was probably smiling because his glue worked again. Or because he knew she liked him and he knew she was pondering why she hadn't answered yet. The dead silence was killing her. This wasn't a situation she wanted to be stuck to someone it, especially Fred Weasley. Could she get out of this with one of her 'I love you Fred' performances? Probably not.

"I Like...George."

What the bloody hell just came out of her mouth? George? Alicia's crush for six years running? What had she done? Now George was going to her it. And Alicia was going to disown her as a best friend and everything was going to be a complete mess unless someone pried it out of her that she did like Fred. Which she most certainly did not. Or so she thought...

"George? You like George? He asked.

"Uh yeah."

For a moment he felt jealousy, then anger, then jealousy again. 'I don't like her. So what's the problem? I'm just being paranoid.' He thought.

"You won't tell him, will you Fred?"

"No. Your secret's safe with me." He said, reassuring her.

They headed downstairs; students looked over at them and chuckled. They ran into the Great Hall, where George and Lee were seated, laughing about what they had just done to Alicia and Katie.

"I can't wait to see the look on Angelina's face when she realizes she's stuck to Fred." Laughed Alicia.

"Well take a look over there. Here they come."

'Why Angelina, you seem to have a bit of a growth on you hand. Looks amazingly like my own brother." Said George.

'Yes, mind removing it?"

"Um. No. He's stuck there. There's nothing I can do."

"C'mon George! I'm you're only twin! I forgot how to get this stuff off."

"Well," said George, "Neville got loose by admitting to Snape that Hermione had been helping him with his potions a few years back."

"I have nothing to admit. I have a clear conscious!" Said Fred, whose story was obviously not believed by his fellow Gryffindors.

"Think dearest brother. Is there something on your mind that needs clearing?"

"Are you implying something dear brother?" Said Fred, giving George a look.

"I'm insulted Fred. You don't like me being stuck to you?"

"I'm not doing this for me. I'm doing this for you. I know you have your eye on a certain young man and with me stuck to you how are you going to make your move Angie?"

"All the more easier Fred." Said George.

"It's not such a big deal Angie," Said Alicia. "He was going with us to Hogsmeade anyway."

"Yeah, but since you're going to be holding hands. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have dates ourselves." Said Katie, smiling at Lee. "I mean-- so it won't look awkward and all."

"It doesn't look awkward. Everyone knows they like-- um, each other's company."

Angelina grabbed George by the collar of his robe with her free hand.

"You listen to me George Weasley and you listen good! How in Merlin's name am I supposed to function through daily life with Fred attached to my left hand? How am I supposed to get dressed, go to the bathroom or even take a shower?"

"Well this might come in handy." Said George, handing her his handkerchief.

'And what am I supposed to do with this? Gag you until you pry him off?"

"No. Blindfold him of course."

"You're kidding! No. This is crossing the line! I am not blindfolding Fred while I take a shower."

"You'd rather have him look?"

"Oh! I hate you George! I'll get you for this.

Fred laughed. "I'm sure you will Angelina." He said, winking.

Before Fred could say another word to any of his friends, he was dragged off to the Hospital wing. Madame Pomfry wasn't at all surprised that one of Angelina's Hospital visits involved on of the Weasley twins.

"Oh my dears sit down. Now tell me Fred, what did you do to poor Miss Johnson?"

"I didn't do anything. George and Lee glued our hands together. Apparently the only way to unstick us is to confess something. But since we both have a clear conscious, could you please saw our hands apart?" Said Fred.

"This looks similar to the glue young Longbottom had on his hands. My tonics won't do here. It's charmed glue. Perhaps Professor McGonagall could be of help."

After an hour, Professor McGonagall walked in and examined the glue.

"I'm afraid Mr. Weasley's pranked glue can only be undone by confessions. I believe James Potter got a hold of this glue when he attended Hogwarts. He confessed that he was the one who glued everyone's hands together after accidentally getting some on his hands."

"So then how are we supposed to do everyday tasks?"

'Well, I'll have Professor Snape mix up a potion, but in the meantime I suppose you're just going to have to go without showers. A light sponge bath and some perfume should help. I'm sure we'll figure out something. You're jus lucky there isn't any Quidditch for a few weeks."

"Oliver is going to have a fit about practice though."

"He's just lucky I'm not suspending George from the team for his foolishness. Oh, and when you see him. Tell George that he and Mr. Jordan have detention after classes tomorrow." And with that she left.

Angelina gave Fred one last looks and sat down on one of the hospital beds.

"Ok Weasley...think. What do you have to get off your mind?'

"Nothing I know if. Maybe I should start from the beginning."

"Ok then start."

"Well I was to Arthur and Molly Weasley. I have three older brothers, a twin, a younger brother and a sister..."

"I'm serious Fred!"

"Ok. Well sometimes I'm jealous of George. Sometimes he comes up with better pranks than me. He can sometimes be the more polite twin. That's probably why you like him Angie." He said, flashing her a big, goofy smile.

"No, that's not why I like him. Not even close."

"Hmmm... I hated Percy and his head boy crap. I wasn't jealous; it was because he had such a big head about it. We gave Harry a mar to sneak into Hogsmeade last year..."

"You did what?"

"Shhh! I think my red hair is awesome. And there's been countless times that I've flexed my irresistible six-pack in the mirror."

"What six-pack?"

"Oh right, I mean twelve-pack."

"You're hopeless Fred."

"I may be hopeless, but if I do say so myself, I think our hands are loosening up.

Nope. Their hands were as good as completely stuck together. Angelina tried to confess her childhood secrets, her old crush on Oliver and Cedric Diggory, yet failed to mention that she had lied about liking George, because she said that after the fact that they had become glued together. Hours passed and they were still not free. Madame Pomfry brought them their lunch and also dinner.

"I give up Fred. I'm going to sleep." She finally said.

Together, they pushed two beds together and lay there, half asleep, holding hands.

"Hey Ange." Said Fred, fighting back yawns. "I'm really sorry George did this."

"It's ok. We'll figure something out."

"Ange...I'm glad I'm stuck to you." He said, looking over at her. She shot him an odd look. "You know, and not Katie or Alicia or some Slytherin scum."

Angelina just laughed and fell asleep soon after. Fred starred up at the ceiling. He was glad that he wasn't stuck to some other girl. If he had to choose some girl at Hogwarts, she'd be at the top of his list. You know, because she was his best girl friend. Or because he was too dumb to realize what everyone else already knew.

A/N: Well, I'll start copying ch.6 tonight. Let me know what you think!