Title: Four Trouble Maker's are Better then Two

Chapter Two: And When He Prevails

Summery: Fred and George meet Alica, Angelina, and Katie (who is in the twin's year). Unfortunately, I may accidentally make it fluffy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I did, because Dumbledore wouldn't be- well never mind. Harry Potter just would be slightly- erm- different.

"Fred! Damn it! You're going to be late for Quidditch again!"

Fred Weasley awoke to a sharp pain in his knees. As he looked up, he noticed that Angelina Johnson was sitting on them.

"Look, Angie-" Fred started.

Angelina cut him off.

"Fred Weasley, you know that my name is Angelina."

"Fine. I'm not going to argue with you. Angelina, you are no first year anymore. You're hurting my knees."

Smirking, Angelina stood up, but upon seeing Fred's relieved look, she jumped on to his knees.

"OW! (censored) Angelina, you god damn know that hurt!"

"Yes I do. Why?"

"Angie, please, remove yourself from my knees and let me go back to sleep!"

"FRED! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED! THE REST OF THE TEAM IS WAITING DOWNSTAIRS ON THE QUIDDITCH PITCH FOR YOU! DO YOU EVER LISTEN TO ANYONE!"

Blinking, Fred was amazed Angelina Johnson could scream, let alone actually do it.

Fred tried to turn over, but Angelina held him to the bed.

"Why don't you admit your undying love for me and head to the Quidditch pitch?"

Angelina raised her eyebrows and laughed, but not in a heartless way. Some would even call it affectionate.

"Fred, the only time you'll ever spend with me is on the Quidditch pitch and the time I spend dragging you there."

Oh well, thought Fred. It was worth a shot.

A thought struck Angelina like lightning.

"Why were you mumbling my name in your sleep?"

"You remember when I first met you? With the Tarantula and all?"

Angelina couldn't help but grin. She had an older brother- spiders were the least of her problems with him.

"Yes, I do."

"Hey- Angie, do you want to go out to Hogsmead this weekend?"

"I know Fred, that Lee and George have dates with Katie and Alicia."

Fred was slightly shocked. Angelina Johnson thought he was only asking her because he had nothing to do?

"No, Angelina. I mean it…and I swear I won't die my hair pink on a dare this time…"

Laughing, Angelina nodded.

"Okay, but no chicken suit either."

"DARN!"

Looking very smug, Angelina figured he thought he just got out of something.

"But you have to come to Quidditch practice. And I will behead you if we loose the game against Slytherin."

Looking very surly, Fred climbed out of bed and he stumbled with Angelina down to the Quidditch pitch.