Authors' Note: It's been a while, so this is QuidditchMoke/Proma in the bold here. Your darling Tev in italics.As for the fact that it's been a while, I'm probably most to blame. Though I haven't been much help in pushing her admittedly. Is there any medication you can take for procrastination? Nope, but when you graduate you can set out to research that. Anyway, I couldn't wait to edit this chapter when I got it, which is why I did the first two-thirds on April 22nd when I got them. To justify the missing two weeks, I had all my homework from spring break to do that weekend (also procrastination, but not as heinous because homework is evil), as well as packing for an orchestra trip to San Antonio which occupied the entire week through to May 1st because of preparations and the trip itself. Now, a week of catching up on homework later, I come to you after forty-five minutes of reading and editing the last third of this chapter, and I do hope the results are to your liking. Sorry for the long author note, but better to have it here at the beginning than at the end to break the cycle of Reading and Reviewing. Or so I've been instructed…

April 1st;

I have had the most extraordinary day. Actually, it didn't start out that way. I woke up, and mentally prepared myself to face the increase of elaborate pranks today normally brings.

Not only is it April Fool's, it is also Fred and George's birthday. Last year I ended up in a bed that was made of sand and quickly crumbled, and the year before that my mouth had disappeared for the entire day and I wasn't able to talk or eat. Today is traditionally an interesting day, and avoidance of the twins is generally the smart thing to do. With only Umbridge to stop them I'm sure they'll go overboard this year as well.

Also, I was rather nervous about the day because Fred and I have only spoken to each other once since Andrew and I broke up. Sure, we've partaken of the festivities of conversation with our other friends together, but there was never eye contact or speech directed at either of us from the other.

Nevertheless, I sent them both chocolate as a present. Cursed chocolate, mind you, but that's why I thought it was a nice gift. Wrapped it up all pretty and everything, and it even had a cute red bow on top.

So, before I got side-tracked I was commenting on my waking up. Today was a Saturday, so it was close to eleven by the time I finally dragged myself out of bed. I looked around; no sign of trouble, my room was the same. I looked in the mirror; I looked normal. I recharmed the mirror to make sure they didn't tamper with it; I still looked normal. Trish came out of the bathroom. I looked at her carefully; she looked at me menacingly. She looked normal. Alicia fell out of her bed as Trish shook her awake. Normal, all normal, so I headed downstairs to the common room. No one laughed or gave me a second glance, so I considered myself officially normal, climbed through the portrait hole and walked down to the Great Hall.

Oh food. I never understood how people could go on those starvation diets. Food is just so delicious, and I work out enough that it doesn't matter in the end. (Although I'm still not sure what part of my body is working in Quidditch other than my right arm. I suppose the left is working to keep me and my broom steady, but how is it I can have a flat stomach from just…sitting? I blame Anna for asking me these questions. Now I can never stop wondering.) Even if I was on the heavier side, long as I'm not obese and I'm healthy I shouldn't have to worry. No, digging into mashed potatoes smothered with butter and gravy is too good to ever consider stopping.

Rimmer slid in next to me, and I graced him with a smile for daring to sit at the Gryffindor table post break-up. This whole just friend thing is actually working out pretty well. I thought we'd end up all awkward and drifty, but not really. Funnily enough, the breakup made things awkward with Fred…but more of that later.

What's more, anyone who you can date, break up with, and then sit with to plan out impossible ways of attacking the Inquisitorial Squad with is clearly difficult to be awkward around. After I piled several slices of toast onto my plate, his sister plopped down across from us. Mind you, at this time several people were looking over and wondering about the Ravenclaw convention, but we paid no heed.

"Hey Ang, do you have Quidditch practice tonight?" Rebecca asked.

I nodded, too busy with my carefully applied butter and jam to muster an answer. It was even, and just right.

"Shame, can you help me with my homework tomorrow then?"

At this point Andrew looked affronted that she wasn't asking him, (or any Ravenclaw…but is it my fault I'm good at Charms? No. Well, actually yes), and I nodded. She's a fun girl to be around, and doesn't seem to mind the fact that her brother and I aren't dating.

She had hardly swept away from the table before Rimmer and I had to make a run from the entrance of the cult. Poor little buggers, green clashes horrifically with their faces and those new badges don't even match their robes. Yes, the Toad Cult is a walking fashion disaster.

At this point I headed to the library and worked for a few hours. May have been the weekend, but we had mountains of homework. There were only a few underclassmen there, so I got my own private little corner. It wasn't too long before I started daydreaming about all the pleasant things I could do to the Inquisitorial Squad, and before I knew it, my essay was covered in a rather gruesome doodle and I was almost late for practice.

Never fear, I made it on time. Suited up, got on my broom, and had a long but grueling time of quidditch.

Now, imagine sweaty, Worn Out Angelina, temper on edge, ready to attack most people, and in a generally bad mood. I drag myself to my dormitory, ready to throw myself on the bed…only I can't.

Because, you see, there was already someone on it.

Not someone like Trish or Leesh who have commandeered it to get me to talk about some social issue. Not someone like Snape who is there waiting to attack me (well, that never happened before, but I've had nightmares), and not a house elf that squeaks in fright when it sees me and runs away. No, no, this time it was a ginger-haired teenage boy reading my diary.

Told you I had an interesting day.

Of course, as you remember, (or don't, it was a long time ago) I was prepared for things like this. Fortunately, it looked like Fred had just opened the book. His hair started to grow like crazy, and pretty soon he couldn't open his eyes because his eyelashes were so long and his eyebrows were creating a curtain. Not to mention that those green pimples didn't look too attractive on him, but then again they wouldn't look too nice on anyone except Marietta Edgecombe.

At this point I was torn between rage and laughing my guts out. I mean really, he was such a wanker for reading my diary, and it looked so funny! Like a green orangutan or something. I wish that my camera worked in Hogwarts, because this was picture worthy. Where was Creevy when you needed him?

Being Worn Out Ang, I opted for rage.

"FRED WEASLEY! WHAT," and then my voice dropped dangerously low like I was hissing, "are you doing…with my diary?"

And then it hit me, hard. Fred was reading my diary, you, my darling which I confided everything to. All my feelings for Fred, and if he read them—Merlin!—we were both in for irreparable friendship damage.

I tore my pickle covered book away from him, and he bolted. Those years of quidditch training did him good, because he was fast. Then again, so was I and I ran after him as he worked spells to fix himself, forgetting my tiredness.

Going through the common room we got quite a few looks, but Trish knew what charms I had cast and set Fred right without even asking for an explanation. As I chased him through the portrait hole, I'm pretty positive that the many spectators were placing bets on how many injuries Fred was going to come back with. I wonder who won.

Now, had Fred been born with a lot of common sense, he would have gone to the hospital wing and demanded sanctuary for any possible aftereffects of my jinx. Instead, not being such a person, he bolted outside into the growing dusk. Oddly enough, I don't think anyone noticed us leaving the building.

It was raining, I mean really raining. It hadn't been during quidditch, and I was lucky I still had my robes on because it was cold. Fred, of course, didn't. Because he had been inside. Reading my diary.

I finally caught up with him when his shoe sank into a patch of mud near the greenhouses.

"Look, Ang, I can explain," he panted. Can't blame him.

Still, I gave him a glare that should have killed. At least he looked normal now so that I was totally free to devote myself to rage. Which was fortunate, being torn was no fun at all. Plus, anger helped keep my mind off the feeling that maggots were consuming my insides.

"Oh, you better explain, Weasley. That's my diary! MY DIARY! My journal, my memoirs, my most necessary daily dose of CATHARSIS! Do you understand that I have personal parts of my life in there that aren't meant for you to make into some kind of an April Fool's joke? Well, obviously not, you arrogant imbecile. Go join the Umbridge groupies why don't you? You're just as bloody low as they are!"

That felt really good to say. Looking back, it was a bit unnecessarily harsh, but hey, I was in the passion of the moment. I was angry, and hurt, too. I mean, it's not every day someone you considered a friend (albeit a special kind of friend since you fancy him and haven't spoken to said friend since you broke up with your boyfriend and he with his girlfriend) goes and decides to pry into the inner workings of your mind just because he was bored. There's a good chance I was tearing up a bit out there, but thankfully, as I said before, it was raining.

Now, if he were anyone else Fred would have been apologizing to me and begging for a renewal of our friendship. But of course, Fred Weasley is not anyone else.

"Well," he said, getting up as well as he could with one foot stuck in the ground. "Maybe I was WORRIED ABOUT YOU! Ever think of that? NOOOO, you're too busy off in la-la land trying to get Rimmer back. Have some dignity! Whether or not it's meant to be over, it IS, and all you can do is mope about it! Can you blame me for making sure he didn't tell you what I did?"

Then Fred stopped. At this point I really did think he was an imbecile. I mean honestly, what idiot says that? Especially to a friend. I mean really, that's just plain rude.

"What you did?" My voice was dangerously low again. "What did you do, Frederick?"

Fred looked as though he was debating what to say, but he also looked as angry as I did, which I guess was why he just came out with it: "I broke you two up, okay? I thought he was cheating on you and it was just his bloody sister and I broke you two up! I threatened him. Damn it Ang, I didn't think he deserved you!"

My mind was numb. Literarily I think. I mean, I knew Fred never favored him much but I'd just thought Rimmer was commitmentaphobic or something. No, it never even occurred to me that this idiot messed it up. Maybe it should have though.

"You did WHAT!" I shouted. "You…he…how could you? It wasn't any of your business! I didn't stop you from dating the Queen of Ditzy Pink, did I? No, I left you and your relationship alone. Why the hell do you care anyways?"

Again, a bit on the dramatic side, because obviously any friend of mine would care. Still, Fred went along with it.

"I just do, all right?" he snapped irritably.

"Oh, obviously," I said, preparing for a rant. "I mean, you care so much that you misconstrue what you see and relay the information back to me without even verifying your facts! You care so much that you let me break up with my boyfriend based on your load of tosh, then don't even bother telling me that it was tosh! You care so much that—"

It was about then that the most unexpected thing happened. Right there, in the pouring rain, on the grounds of Hogwarts, in my disgusting quidditch robes, his foot still, submerged in mud, Fred Weasley kissed me. Not like, full on snogging or anything. No, he kissed me gently, tenderly, on the lips. Needless to say I shut up. Stunned.

You know, living in the wizarding world you learn that everything really can change in a moment. This particular moment had me so stunned that I wondered if the earth had shifted, if Hogwarts really wasn't a figment of my imagination, if Anna really had a blonde wig, if Stephanie Stevenson had started wearing black and walking around in a trance saying that the world is over and giggling is overrated. I was totally and completely disoriented…which is why at the end of the fifteen or so seconds that this kiss lasted (because kissing in the rain really is harder than it sounds), I felt like I'd just gone on holiday for several months.

"I like you, Ang," said Fred as we pulled away. Remarkable how I could hear him speaking so softly in rain that had previously entailed yelling from the both of us. "I want to date you," he said. "And sit next to you, and comfort you when you're upset about Umbridge and scream with you when you're angry, and be more than friends."

Once again, I was stunned; my mouth hung open giving the gaping fish look. I mean, Fred Weasley might as well have declared his everlasting love for me with a proposal of marriage for all my brain was concerned. He might even have said that he wanted to have my children, and I couldn't've been more shocked.

My expression must have been pretty unreadable, because then Fred added "I may a bit out of line here, but…please?"

I shook myself out of the trance I'd been in and looked straight into his eyes, fighting a smile. To show my affirmation, I did the only thing my instinct was telling me to do: Get those lovely lips back on mine. It was quick again, but sweet. Besides, we'd only started dating several seconds earlier, and I've never been one to rush these things.

"I'm still mad at you, you know." I said as we pulled away.

He nodded, for the first time looking a little humble.

"I mean," I continued, "I've had feelings for you since about the start of the school year…and I never once looked in your journal."

Fred grinned at this, evidently sharing the feeling. My stomach did one of those complicated quidditch maneuvers as it always does at the sight of that Weasley grin. Only this time, I think it was because I knew that grin belonged to me. Possessive? Maybe a bit. But I think I've earned the right.

Then he took my hand, and led me back inside. After all, it was cold, and it was raining.

And Fred Weasley and I had kissed.

Extraordinary, I know.

Upon arrival back at the common room in full health, holding hands, soaking wet, and laughing, our friends (everyone else had seemed to leave. I guess they weren't concerned about the amount of medical attention he'd need) stared at us wide-eyed.

"Nyark," said Lee. Or at least that's what it sounded like. Leesh seconded his feelings by adding something that sounded like "Splaft" and George just had his mouth open. Trish looked mildly interested for once, and somewhere behind that, pleased.

"Wha?" Lee said finally, resembling an actual speaking person.

"Oh, bugger off," said Fred. "Ang and I are officially dating. There. I said it. Nosy sods. I'm going to bed."

So he gave me a kiss on the cheek, and left for his own dorm, Lee, George, Trish, and Leesh still staring. I ran up to my own dormitory, knowing that if I didn't pretend to go to sleep I'd have to put up with their questions all night long.

I've been sitting her, Silencing Charm on the pen and the page, writing this all down so that I never forget it. Today was definitely an important one in my life, and needless to say, a happy one. And it was Fred's birthday. Somehow, I think he enjoyed it. I know I did.

Sorry, another brief note about the chapter: Neither Tev nor I created the words "Splaft and "Nyark". That would be the work of one Ros Asquith, author of The Teenage Worriers, which are definitely books worth reading. Never heard of them, you must have added them in when I wasn't looking. Because of course, as this story has also proven, teenagers do a lot of worrying. Anyways, this chapter is kind of climatic. Now, chances are that you're only going to have one more chapter (if I get my way) or three (if you get Proma's way). So yeah, this was really amazing to write though after such a long time. Hope you enjoyed it