Title: Four Trouble Maker's are Better then Two

Chapter: A Midnight Walk

Summery: Fred Weasley's take on love, life, and, of course, Angelina. 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.

It was nearly eleven at night. Fred Weasley had just finished his homework, and Angelina Johnson was leaning back on his bent legs.

"Hey Fred-"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go for a walk."

Fred looked right into Angelina eyes.

"Angie, are you okay?" Fred spoke. "You've been acting kind of, well, different this year."

Angelina laughed.

"How so?"

"Well, you haven't dragged me into arguments, and you're always laughing, and you're not helping me with my pranks anymore."

Angelina's eyes twinkled, and her face broke into a smile, rivaled only by the Weasley's.

"FRED! I just dragged you down the steps this morning."

Fred shrugged.

"Your dimples are really cute when you laugh."

Shaking her head, Angelina grinned as she jumped up and dragged Fred Weasley out to the grounds.

-.-.-.-.-

An hour later, Fred and Angelina were still walking around the lake.

Sitting down, Fred proclaimed,

"Angie, I'm tired."

Shrugging, Angelina plopped down besides Fred.

Fred wanted something- she could tell.

"What- Fred, you want something of me!"

"DO NOT!"

Angelina eyes sparkled.

"Sure."

After a pause, Fred burst out.

"Angie, how come you don't help me prank anymore?"

"I've pranked every bloody Slytherin, 'cept a handful of little, eleven year old girls- and there is no way I'm doing that to them."

Fred raised his eyebrows.

"You used to help me prank everyone—Hufflepuffs, teachers, anyone. Like I said earlier, you seem different this year."

Angelina smiled as she leaned back on her straight arms.

"Fred, you've always been my best friend here, in a different way then everyone else. You know me as well as I do, so tell me. What's wrong with me?"

As it obviously showed from the look on Fred's face, he hadn't been expecting that. It was a long time before Fred replied.

"You just seem like you love life, and you're happy, I guess."

"You hit that one right on the nose."

As Angelina said that, the African-American girl with chocolate brown eyes jumped up, grabbed Fred Weasley's left tennis shoe, and ran.