DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN A THING, 'CEPT PLOT

A/N: Ok, I'm working on making the chapters longer, so don't worry. I think this is a fair sized one. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and thanks for all the suggestions. THANKS LOTS!

Chapter 3: Cross-Dressing Candies?

George stroked his chin. "So let me get this straight. You knew Fred would ask Katie, and see the bucket, and that he would apparate in. So when you were coming back from 'shopping', you levitated the bucket, opened the door, came inside and then when Fred walked out. . ."

Fred's head shot up when he heard his name. "Unsuspecting, innocent bystander, I tell you! Innocent!"

George waved his hand at Fred. "Shut up. Anyway, when Mr. Innocent here walked out, you preformed the Tipping Charm, and the whole bucket of, what was it again?"

"A potion that adheres itself to the users skin. Sticky stuff too. Called essence of durlap." Angelina supplied.

"Right. So this whole bucket of essence of durlap fell onto Fred." George finished, looking at Angelina.

She nodded her head, looking slightly amused, and very proud.

"Don't forget the feathers!" Katie spoke up.

"Oh yeah!" George exclaimed, looking with interest at the feathers attached to Fred.

Angelina smiled shyly. "Well, I hid a bag of feathers outside the door. I charmed them so that they would be attracted to the durlap. It worked nicely didn't it?"

Alicia laughed and poked the now feathery Fred. "I'll say it did."

Fred scowled. "Ok, now that we're done talking about me like I'm not here, I have a question. How the hell do I get this bloody stuff off?"

Angelina threw him a look. "Well Weasley, it will disappear in an hour. Washing it off will only result in a very ugly rash."

"I can deal with a rash."

"You didn't let me finish. A very ugly rash, in a very uncomfortable place."

Cue laughter.

She was damn sexy. No sexy wasn't even an appropriate word. She was beautiful. She was beautiful in every meaning of the word. Her eyes were enrapturing, and her laugh was like music. She was true beauty.

Too bad he would have to spoil it.

It was true. He had a tiny crush on Angelina. He could admit that to himself. Which is why he knew her favorite color, band, outfit, brand of cereal, and perfume preference. Yeah, he told himself, just a tiny crush.

But, crush or no crush, he had to get her back. She had turned him into a freaking chicken, for Merlin's sake.

So, that's why he invited her to a game of Wizards Chess.

"Oi! 'Lina! Wanna play a game of chess?" Fred waved her over. It was after dinner, and the "chicken costume," as he liked to call it, had disappeared.

Angelina smiled and walked over. "Sure."

"Cool. Hey, want some candy?" He handed her a bowl of peppermints, her second favorite. First was chocolate frogs. Tiny crush.

She narrowed her eyes, and looked at the bowl suspiciously. "What did you do to them?"

"Nothing." It wasn't like they would turn her into a guy or anything. Of course not.

"So you didn't do anything to these candies?" She looked at him with a skeptical face.

"I swear on pain of death, I didn't do anything to them." George was the one who had actually made the candy. It was just Fred's idea.

Angelina stared at him a long time. Then her face broke into a smile and she took a peppermint. "Thanks."

"No problem. I just want to show you that there are no hard feelings." Fred was about to dissolve into giggles. He would save that for when she started to look like a boy though.

"Good." She unwrapped the candy and put it in her mouth. "I'm really glad we can put it behind us." She smiled, and sucked on the candy.

Fred counted to five. Both he and George had decided that five seconds was about as much anticipation as any one person could endure. At least when it came to seeing someone change genders.

1 Mississippi. Angelina smiled at him. He loved that smile.

2 Mississippi. She told him that peppermints were one of her favorite candies.

3 Mississippi. He told her that he knew that, she told him last Christmas. Merlin, there are certain things a person has to know when having a crush.

4 Mississippi. She asked if he was going to have one. They were darn good mints.

5 Mississippi. No, he wasn't going to have one. Too full from dinner.

6 Mississippi. Dinner was good, she said, as always.

Wait. Was that 6 Mississippi? Fred reckoned it was. He looked at Angelina. She didn't look like a boy. He squinted slightly. No, still not a boy. He turned his head slightly to the left, still squinting. Nope nothing still. Aha! If he turned his head to the right 45 degrees, squinted his left eye, and opened his right eye real wide, all the while blinking extremely quickly, she had a boyish look to her. Or maybe that was him faking a seizure. He couldn't be sure.

"Umm, what are you doing?" Angelina looked at him strangely. "You're not having a seizure or something, are you?"

Fred sighed. She was gorgeous when she was concerned. Almost as beautiful as she was when she was angry. "No. I, uhh, got something in my eye?" He ad-libbed.

"Oh." Sweet, she believed him. Now back to the real problem. Why was she not a bloody boy?

Angelina reached for the bowl of candy, her hand brushing his. "Mind if I have another?"

Fred threatened to turn a daring shade of fuchsia as she brushed his hand, so he merely shrugged.

"Thanks!" She unwrapped the second gender-changing peppermint and tossed it in the air, catching it in her mouth. Impressive. This girl was full of tricks, which was why Fred had been obsessing over her since third year.

He waited five more excruciating seconds but she was still a girl. Not that he minded her being a girl. He thought she was a beautiful girl. Though, he had no doubt she would be a damn sexy boy. Wait, what?

Fred shook his head. He didn't roll like that. Not that he had a problem with people who did think those thoughts (very wrong thoughts, though, coming from him.). He just wasn't like that.

Damn, this girl was really messing him up.

He looked at Angelina again. She was still a girl. Maybe George messed up when he was making the candy. Certainly she would be a boy by now if they worked. He would have to tell George that he messed up somewhere.

"Want one?" Fred came back into reality and saw that Angelina was holding the bowl out to him, smiling that smile that usually caused Fred to melt. He hated melting.

Should he take one? He figured he looked a tad rude, not taking any candy. And if they worked, they would have already turned her into a boy.

Fred shrugged. "Sure." He took a candy and plopped it into his mouth.

Five seconds later: Angelina burst out laughing.

He looked down and saw the reason. He had boobs.

Damn her and that smile.

A/N: What will happen? Who knows? Read to find out!