The summer of 1996

Fred Weasley was surrounded by a burst of colour, and looked around at his pride and joy which was Wizards Wizarding Wheezes. He stood behind the till admiring his store proudly. It was half an hour till closing and his twin was in the back counting the takings for the non-stop day. Business had gone through the roof from the start, and ever since the holidays it had sky-rocketed. He looked around happily at the bright, multi-coloured walls and shelf after shelf of their loud and adventurous pranks.

He was busy making the demonstration sign for the next day (exploding toilet seats); when he heard the chime of the bell over the shop door. He looked up, a beaming smile for the new customer, then it deflated and it winced underneath her gaze.

Angelina Johnson.

She stood proud and tall, her back to the closed door, her arms folded across her chest and the smile that usually played across her perfect lips was turned upside down into a deep frown. Fred was suddenly glad there was a barrier separating them. No matter how low it was, the till would do to protect him.

"Fred Weasley!" she all but screamed. She took large strides over to where he stood, frozen. Despite being terrified Fred couldn't help but take in her body which always made him go weak at the knees. Tall and slim, her legs reaching for forever. But couldn't quite match his Weasley height of six foot one, she neatly nestled against his chest. Her black hair was now upbraided and flowed down her back, silky and straight. Her dark eyes flashed dangerously masking her glowing skin. She quickly reached the till and he cowered under her stare.

"Angelina" he said trying to inject enthusiasm into his voice. "What a pleasant surprise! Want to try our…"

"Don't you dare give me that Weasley! I can't believe you! You left me! You left without saying goodbye" she finished sadly.

Fred flinched at her tone. "It was our emergency plan! I didn't know we if we was going to do it!"

"Don't give me that either! We have been practically going out for a year! The only reason was because we both agreed we wanted freedom!" before Fred could move she had quickly, drew back her hand and with all her might slapped him across his right cheek. A red hand print gleamed on his face and both wore masks of shock. Fred brushed his hand across his stinging cheek, his mouth slightly agape.

"That's for being a typical male prat!" Angelina spluttered, the shock worn off. Then she did something that threw him completely off guard, and adding to his list, the reasons that women were crazy. She placed both hands on the table in front of her, lent up and pressed her full lips firmly against his. His world stood still, as he felt his emotions float from himself to her. She pulled away and blushed slightly, smiling delicately.

"What was that for?" he asked in complete bewilderment.

"That" she replied, her face braking out into her usual glowing smile, "was for all those amazing pranks you played on that bitch! Especially the last one"

He smiled back, his cheeky mischievous smile, their eyes locked together…

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1994 – 18 months before.

To the other lads he made it sound like a piece of cake, but when she said those faithful, relieving words:

"Alright then".

He felt his heart flutter, and the breath he was holding in was released. He quickly exited the portrait hole with his twin to deliver the letter to Bagman. When they got out, Fred leant against the wall and breathed in and out another sigh of relief. George slapped him on the shoulder grinning.

"Well done oh brother of mine" he said beaming at him. "You don't have to play the cool game with me. I have played it enough times and I know how much you like Angelina."

"It's only… well it hasn't even been confirmed it's a date" he practically wailed. "I dot plan to ask her out, she'd say no. plus everyone knows me and you are too immature for a relationship". They started walking to the owlery, walking in time unconsciously.

"True" replied George in mock thoughtfulness.

"She's to serious to have a boyfriend anyhow… she wont want one on top of everything… anyway she probably only said yes cause she felt sorry for me… she didn't exactly sound thrilled." he sighed.

George rolled his eyes. "Yeah cause she wasn't smiling or anything" he said sarcastically

They began to climb the circular staircase up to the owlery, when the bushy head of Hermione Granger appeared from around the bend.

"Hiya" she greeted them cheerfully. Fred responded half-heartily, Angelina wouldn't leave his mind.

"Did I hear that right Fred?" she asked. "You're going to the ball with Angelina?"

"Yes" he replied stonily.

"You don't sound to chuft" she remarked.

"Well has little Ronikins asked you yet?" asked Fred trying hitch a grin back onto his face, and trying to sound like he was teasing.

"Don't change the subject" she scolded although a pink tinge spread across her cheeks. "And for your information I have been asked, that doesn't mean it was Ron"

George looked curious, but Fred was too miserable to work up the energy to feel the same.

"What's the problem?" she asked "I didn't get one teasing comment out of you".

George answered for him. "Apparently her answer was unenthusiastic" he shrugged.

Hermione looked momentarily blank.

"Strange" she remarked. "I mean Angelina isn't your typical giggly girl. But I know she has liked you for ages" she informed them. Fred's eyes widened in surprise.

"How did you ask her?" she asked, determined to find a solution.

"Well I sort of just got up the nerve and sort of shouted it out across the common room" he winced.

"Fred!" Hermione yelled.

"Well if I had walked over I wouldn't have asked" he replied sheepishly.

"A Weasley twin being shy? Unheard of" Hermione giggled.

"Shush don't spread it around" said George his eyes twinkling.

"And stop mocking us" joined in Fred grinning wickedly.

"I think we have to separate you from Harry and Ron they are clearly the problem" George added gravely, his smile becoming more and more evident.

"Shut up you two" she said. "Do you want me to explain or not?"

Fred nodded; Feeling grimmer now that they were back on the subject of his failing love life.

Hermione rolled her eyes slightly. "Basically" she explained calmly. "I am guessing you asked casually, so therefore she answered casually. If she was all excited then she would have looked a bit silly. Angelina isn't one that lets people have something over her, no matter how much she likes you. Besides" she added after a pause. "She probably imagined being asked slightly differently".

Comprehension drew identically on both their faces.

"How do you know so much" asked George.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm amazing" she answered stonily

George clapped his hands together. "Right well come on Fred! You can cheer up now, let's send that letter."

Fred nodded and followed George up the stairs. After he had taken a few, he turned to see Hermione about to disappear around the next bend.

"Ermmm Hermione…"

"Don't worry Fred" she said very matter of factly, looking over her shoulder reassuringly. "As far as I am concerned this conversation never happened."

Fred nodded his thanks. Turned, and ran after his twin.

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The Yule Ball

Fred winked at Harry as he made eye contact with him across the common room. Harry followed Parvati Patil out the entrance, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Fred chuckled, knowing Harry would probably rather face the dragon again then go through with the ball. He said goodbye to George who was just leaving to meet his date, Candice Stifferin from Hufflepuff; she was Bagman's third cousin, or something stupid. Fred shrugged, they'd try anything once. He looked up towards the girl's staircase and he froze. She was standing three stairs up, one delicate hand placed on the wooden banister, as she looked straight at him. He held her gaze, and then took in the rest of her. She was in robes of deep lavender, and plunge neck line, and clinging to every curve, with a large slit up her legs revealing her long dazzling legs. She had undone her braids, and her hair hung around her shoulder, with large curls in the end. He gaped as she approached him.

She rolled her eyes. "Close your mouth" she said, but she was grinning all the same. He grinned sheepishly back as he held out his arm and they made their way down to the hall.

"You dazzle me with your presence my lady" he declared dramatically, pretending to swoon.

"And your lucky that I find your mockery endearing" she shot back. They approached the hall to see it had just been opened and everyone was entering. They joined George at the small round table. He was sitting with the small blonde girl, who was admiring her appearance in the back of her spoon, while George was glaring at another table. Fred saw immediately why. Alicia Spinnet was sitting there with her Ravenclaw date.

"Why didn't you ask her?" asked Angelina bluntly. Sitting down and disregarding his date. George shrugged casually, not taking his eyes away from the other table. Fred looked down at his hands, feeling slightly guilty. They had agreed that whoever didn't ask someone first would have to ask Candice. Unfortunately George couldn't get up the nerve before Fred. He heard Dumbledore's voice:

"Pork chops";

And heard more voices calling out various foods. Getting the idea he picked up his menu and ordered steak.

When all the plates were cleared, Fred watched Harry follow the rest of the champions and their dates onto the dance floor.

"Bless him" Angelina smiled fondling watching him. Fred grinned. Angelina had had to have it proven that Harry was worth the spot on the qudditch team. When he had shown what he could do, she had come to like him a lot.

"I know" chortled Fred. "He looks terrified".

"Is he… ok?" she questioned Fred. "I know you are quite close to him…"

"That's Harry's trouble" said Fred shaking his head.

Angelina looked at him questionably.

"He doesn't realise how many people there are that like him, and want to look out for him" he explained. He saw Dean and Seamus on a nearby table making kissie faces at the dance floor. He knew they were probably aimed at Harry, so sent them death glares. They quickly saw them and stopped. Not wanting to b on the wrong end of the Weasley twin's wrath. He heard Angelina chuckle beside him.

Dumbledore lead professor MaGonagall onto the dance floor. Fred breathed in and stood up, offering his hand to Angelina. "My lady?"

She laughed and allowed Fred to lead her to the dance floor.

"So why did George ask that bimbo and not Alicia?" she questioned frowning. "I know he likes her and she likes him" she sounded slightly put out at the injustice against her best friend. Fred shrugged, guilt again raging through his body as she laced her hands around his neck, and he snaked his arms around her waist. He was also feeling slight panic; there were only three people in the world he couldn't lie to: his twin, his mother and Angelina Johnson. She looked like she wanted to pursue the subject, but deflated, laying her head against his board chest as they swayed to the slow beat. The song ended and they slowly dropped their arms, smiling shyly at each other, lost in each others eyes. Then a fast tempo started up and they pulled out of their daze, their smiles became more confident as they starting dancing energetically.

A few hours later they found themselves on a stone bench, in the middle of the rose bushes. And twinkling, hovering fairies floating around giving off a glowing light. They were both warm from the adrenaline of their dancing and from the close proximity they were to each other, their knees touching. They were in a comfortable silence as they both watched the few twinkling stars in the deep midnight sky, they could hear the low beta of the final song and the rustling as the wind blew through the trees.

Fred glanced at her out the corner of his eye of his eye, he pretended to yawn widely, and exaggerated his arm movements, draping one across her shoulders. She following his movements with darting eyes then giggled.

"Oh please Weasley! That has got to be one of the oldest tricks in the book! Not to mention the corniest!"

"What I'm tired" he protested mockingly. "And besides" he added a little huskier. "It got me where I wanted to be".

She blushed slightly, and looked back up at the sky, he watched her as they continued into their silence.

"Fred"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night? The bottom of the girls' stairs is so cliché".

Fred laughed. He loved her firey personality that contested him brilliantly. She was the only one who could control him. He slowly pulled her closer and captured her full lips with his own.

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August 1997

.Fred paced an aisle of his closed store nervously. Tonight was the night. The only person who knew of decision was of course George. As he turned at the top he saw her watching him through the glass, a small smile playing on her face. He hurried forward and unlocked the door, holding it open for her to enter; He pecked her on the lips as she passed him. She was wearing tight fitting black trousers and a white fitted jacket, which she casually removed as she carried on in, revealing a tight deep red corset top.

"Ready to go?" she asked smiling as she turned. Then she frowned as she saw him lock the door again.

"Yeah about that… I have to work tonight babe" her frown deepened. "But I'd be honoured if you stay with me" he bowed slightly. She gave a half smile.

"Fine. But you have some making up to d. here I am getting all dressed up to go out. And all my evening is going to consist of is watching you blow yourself up" she sighed mockingly.

"I promise" he grinned suggestively.

She rolled her eyes and led the way into the back and down the stairs into the cellar where Fred and George made and tested all their products. Fred followed, risking life and limb by attempting to lie to her.

"Yeah George was suppose to just add the different colours to our magical hair tonight, but he had some making up to do with Alicia so I offered to do it instead". He explained casually.

"What did he do"? She asked sitting down in one of the blow up chairs.

"Ermmm he didn't say" Fred said stumbling over his words.

Damn she wasn't supposed to ask.

She frowned even more. "You tell each other everything" she said suspiciously. "And Alicia would have told me…"

"I'm sure they will tell us in their own time, when they have sorted themselves out" he cut across her, his nerves rising higher and higher. She frowned in deeper thought. Fred quickly produced the bottle of wine he had to attempt a distraction

"You know… to keep us going" he answered to her questioning stare. She smiled, the frown lines disappearing immediately. "Let's go outside back and drink it" he added casually pouring out two glasses. He handed one to her, and picked up his own glass and the bottle.

"I thought you were working" she commented.

"Yeah well… I feel guilty"

The frown lines appeared again, but she followed him up the stairs and outside, before she had emerged from the store, he quickly flicked his wand in the direction of the bushes. She came and stood next to him sipping her wine, the warm summer's nights breezes flickering on her arms. He wound his arms around her and she lent her head back.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"So suspicious" he muttered shaking his head, smiling.

She was about to open her mouth to tell him she had good reason, when there was a band and fizzle. She looked up and gasped. A bright explosion of multicoloured stars and hearts fell from the sky, disappearing before they hit the ground. Then loopy gold writing appeared in the sky:

Now that I have your attention…

Angelina starred transfixed. Fred continued to smile… his gaze at her astounded face.

Angelina Eleanor Johnson…

Will you marry me?

She gasped, and the last part remained in the air, as if reminding her of the question. She continued to look up, her mouth open. She looked down to see Fred on one knee and an open box in his hand, a nervous boyish grin on his face.

"Will you?" he whispered.

She threw herself on the ground and flung her arms around his neck, tears streaming down her face.

"I'll take that as a yes I guess" he whispered grinning as he slipped the ring onto her finger and kissed her with all the passion and love he felt for the only woman he could ever love. They both stood up, flushed and grinning stupidly at each other, and at the ring, a clear amethyst with a small diamond each side.

"I knew you were up to something" she said her voice shaking.

"You know me to well" he replied stroking her cheek, his other arm wrapped around her waist.

As she looked into the pools of Fred's eyes, she knew what she was letting herself in for, she also knew she was one of few women who could handle it, but knew she couldn't live without the trouble, and she certainly couldn't live without this man. The excitement she felt when his arms were wrapped around her, overwhelmed her senses. As he pulled her in for another kiss, she knew she wouldn't tame him if she could.

A/N: Heya well I hope that chapter met your expectation. This is exactly how I see Angelina; she's firey and doesn't let anything stand in her way!

Brilliant author: awww thanx chicken! If only one person likes my stories its worth it! You rock to for your gr8 reviews! I am also a big fan of H/G and HR/R and we will definitely see more of them. I have already planned the weddings, and have planned their children. You will also see the same for F/B C/R F/A & G/A. as you can see from the first chapter they all have kids etc. and the whole dead/not dead thingy, well it was sort of explained in the first chappie, Dumbledore explained his suspicions, which I will tell you are correct, BUT there is more to it… I won't say any more here, you'll have to read LOL.

Sailinmad: my first reviewer. Well I just couldn't kill Harry, I mean he's life has been pretty crappie I think he deserves some happiness dammit, and that's where the story goes next!