A/N: Sorry it's taken so long! Here's chapter 6! Thanks so much for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN IT! GEEEZ!

The slamming of doors and McGongall's heels awakened Fred and Angelina the next morning. She was carrying a large book, and stomping into the hospital wing.

"Good morning," She began. "I've found something that might help this situation."

"You've found a way to separate Fred and me?" Said Angelina, wide-eyed.

"No."

The three-second feeling of relief flew from Angelina's stomach.

"I've found a spell that may help you with your daily routines. I found a few spells for handicapped witches and wizards. One for putting on make-up, doing your hair, getting dressed..."

"Any for taking a shower?"

"Yes. You two will have to shower together, in these enchanted swimsuits. You two will also have to stay here until you are unstuck. We cannot have a boy in the girls' dormitory, or vise versa."

"Yeah, yeah, how does it work? I haven't had a shower since the other day." Said Fred, yawning.

"Eww Fred!"

McGonagall said the magic words and with a wave of her wand...

"You've got to be kidding me!" Said Angelina, looking down at her 1940's swimsuit.

"I KNOW!" Said Fred, agreeing, "This doesn't flatter my manly figure at all!"

"It's this or no showers at all."

"Fine." Said Angelina, pulling Fred into the shower.

It wasn't long before there was a huge thud in the shower, a few screams from Angelina, and Fred complaining that she was hogging the shampoo. After about a half hour or so, they returned, soaked, but clean.

"I smell like a chick!" Complained Fred, "All this girly, smelly, roses and strawberry crap!"

With a wave of McGongall's wand they were dry, clothed, and their hair was neat and tidy. Yet Fred felt the need to put his hands threw it several times before they could go out the door. They walked into the great hall and sat by George and Lee.

"Ah! So you used my handkerchief. My naughty brother didn't peek did he?"

"McGonagall..."

"Oh." Both Lee and George said in unison.

"You have detention after classes."

"I was beginning to miss the old detention classroom. I was beginning to think I was becoming a bit like Percy." Said George, finishing his pumpkin juice and heading for his first class, soon followed by Lee, Fred, and Angelina.

Class was long and boring. Fred attempted to write left-handed, but with no luck. And after throwing a few puppy-dog faces at Angelina, she gave in and wrote it notes too.

"You're such a doll Angie!"

"Don't get used to it."

"You know Angie, it's not the same not having you in the dormitory."

"We can't gossip or make fun of who you like or do our hair…" Said Katie.

Just then, Oliver walked in, smelling the air.

"Why, Angelina that's a nice perfume. Reminds me of my mum's."

"It's not me, it's Fred." Said Angelina, with a laugh.

"Really?" Said Oliver, taking in another whiff of Fred's sweet Aroma. "Not bad Weasley."

"He's discovered him femininity." Said George.

"Well maybe your new smell will distract Slytherin in a few weeks."

"Yeah! They'll be falling off their brooms laughing." Said George.

Oliver left.

"Does he ever talk about anything but Quidditch?" Asked Katie.

"Nope, remember our victory cake? It was a game plan for the next year, and we couldn't take our piece until the frosting picture of Angelina threw the burty bott bean quaffle into the hoop."

"I remember that!" Said Alicia.

Class went by and by nightfall, everyone at Hogwarts had noticed Fred and Angelina's situation.

"You know what? It could be worse." Said Angelina. "They could have glued our arms together or our cheeks or our…"

"Lips…" Said Fred, blushing as red as his hair.

"Grrr George." She mumbled.

"Speaking of George, I have some news that might hurt. But know that I'm here for you Angel." He said, pulling her closer.

Stupid, stupid Weasley charm!

"I got an owl tonight and well…"

He pulled her into a secure comforting hug, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"George asked Alicia out."

"Omg! That's so sweet! I have to owl her right now!" She said, pulling away from the hug.

"Wait! Aren't you upset? I thought you liked him!"

"I'm over it. He's not my type."

"He can dance, he's good at Quidditch…"

"Fred, I like you…"

"WHAT?"

"KRAINIANS! UKRAINIANS!"

"Oh yeah! Of course!"

"What did you think I meant?"

"I meant that. What did you think I thought you meant?"

"Oh…same thing."

She smiled nervously and picked up a book that rested on the hospital bedside table, which was upside down. Fred sat, thinking. For a moment had he actually thought Angelina liked him? He looked over at Angelina, who was still not turning the pages of her upside-down book; leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, before turning over and pretending to sleep. He didn't exactly know when it had happened, but all he knew, all he really cared about at that moment…

Was Angelina…

A/N: Hehe! Well the plot thickens. Now the real question is… Does Angelina like Fred? What was going through her mind as she read her upside-down book? And what did she think of that seemingly innocent kiss on the cheek? Tune in next chapter (which I swear will be up, no matter if school starts in 4 days or not) to see what happens in A Bit Like Love. Dun dun duuuuuuun…