A/N: Well so I got my first two reviews and they surprised and pleased me so much that I was motivated to continue my story. I'm hoping that Ill get into a groove about chapter length, I feel like they will stay the same length or get considerably longer, but that will work itself out I suppose. Enjoy!!!!—LadyWave

P.S. I realized I uploaded the wrong version of Chapter 2, that is to say there is an unnecessary cliffhanger there, so I'm reposting that last part here, sorry about that everyone.

End of Chapter 2

….Shop-keeping had never been an aspiration of Angelina's but within the first two weeks of working at WWW's, she seemed to realize that she may have missed her calling. The upbeat pace of the shop made sure that she never had a dull moment and at night she busied herself getting the accounts in order, believe it or not the twins were turning a comfortable profit.

Her job may have been easy, but her living situation was far from it. While there had been no repeat of what had happened between her and Fred on the cash register, the electricity between them was palpable. Times she would catch him staring at her during work or he would brush against her 'accidentally' moving down the aisles. At night, when she was working on organizing the finances she could feel his presence behind her, his lean frame lounging casually in her doorway. When she would ask him what he wanted he would simply quirk a smile and walk away.

Lying in bed, knowing that he was across the hall, was enough to drive a girl crazy.

Chapter 3

It was times like these when he realized how much their apartment had been hankering for a feminine touch. Not that much had changed, except where there once was unrestricted clutter, there was at least organized chaos. Angelina had worked nothing short of a miracle in that tiny flat, turning that small rented space into a home. She kept fresh flowers on the table usually lilacs, roses, or gardenia: she loved flowers. Fred sometimes found himself stopping in unfamiliar gardens or stepping into shops to get her new ones, and without fail she would bury her nose in the fresh bouquet and run off to put them in water. He loved her soft feminine side because it came out so rarely. Tonight they were headed to the Dastardly Wizard to meet up with old Hogwarts' gang and Fred knew he looked good dressed in a navy blue button-down shirt, pressed khaki pants, and loafers, ensconcing a body that was still well-honed from quidditch.

Angelina on the other hand was exhibiting the female tendency of not being happy with any outfit she was wearing. She was currently on her fourth ensemble; the previous three Fred had been asked his opinion on, proclaiming they had all looked good on her, but to no avail. It was slightly charming on the girl he had fallen in love with on the Pitch, but a man could only take so much especially since they were already 30 minutes late.

"Angelina Eleanor Johnson it is 10:30!"

She peaked her head out of her door, obviously hopping on one foot. "Oof, Fred I'm coming just let me strap these bad boys on."

"Women" he said just loud enough so that she could hear him.

"Heard you!"

He could only shake his head and sit back down with his copy of the Quibbler. After another 15 minutes Angelina finally made an appearance.

"Oi Weasley lets get a move on!"

"Angelina, isn't that the first dress you had on?"

"What exactly is your point?"

He chuckled getting ready to dissapperate "Absolutely nothing, now let's get you drunk so I can bring you home and take advantage of you!"

The Dastardly Wizard was quickly becoming one of the hottest spots in young Wizard London. Through his father's connections with the Wireless Network, Lee Jordan had been able to secure them a permanent spot on the guest list every Friday night. Drinking, dancing, gossip mongering, all went on at the famous nightclub. It was the place to see and be seen, where people could almost forget the storm brewing and the threat of an on-coming war. After a night at the Dastardly Wizard, people only looked to see if there name had made into the gossip section of the Daily Prophet.

Angelina knew that she and Fred made a striking couple. Physically they were as different as night and day but they complimented each other, tonight was no exception. She was aware of the stares sent their way, the Weasley twins like the other men of that celebrated red-headed clan had come into their own with reputations of being ladies men. Word had spread that their joke shop was expanding, they were perfect on-paper men and many dim-witted witches liked to believe that they would be able to get their hands on at least one. While Angelina loved to give George a hard-time about his many conquests, the seemingly unlimited attention to Fred always brought about the unwanted flutter of jealousy to the pit of her stomach. She gripped his arm little tighter as he led them inside.

"Hell, twin I was beginning to think you two got tangled up in the bed linen and weren't coming!" George, obviously many drinks ahead of them commented as they sat down.

"Oh George, thanks for changing your sheets for us, they were so nice and soft."

"I don't know if I'm even comfortable with that mental image, Angel." Fred commented.

"Well get us another round, I think the future mother of my children just walked in." George got up from the table abruptly

"I swear if you two didn't look exactly alike I would wonder. Only George is here and you were hassling me for being late."

"We were late, and obviously George drinking alone is never a good idea. Look…there's Lee." Fred pointed out their mutual friend who was busy making his way over to them.

"What's going on Angie? Fred?"

Fred went over to give him a man-hug, the one arm pull in. "Nothing much mate, commenting on how my illustrious twin can't hold his liquor."

"He'd better that's Gwendolyn Fudge he's got his arm around."

"The Minister's niece?" Angelina asked turning in her chair to take in the buxom brunette. "She's too hot to be related to Cornelius Fudge!"

Both boys let out hearty laughs, Lee sat down next to Angie who was currently snuggled up against Fred. "Alicia coming tonight?" he asked.

"Unfortunately no, she got stuck down at the bookstore she sends her love though."

"Hmm that's too bad, and here's George with the drinks."

George appeared then with a tray full of frightening looking concoctions "That's gonna be three shots around for you lazy sods!"

"I take it that isn't mulled mead?" Angelina asked quirking an eyebrow at him. Years of being around the Weasley twins had taught her how to hold her liquor, seeing George like this brought back fond memories of all them in the astronomy tower their fifth year getting trashed. Of course, that night hadn't ended well…

"Oh I know my Angelina can hold her liquor." Fred added with a wink.

Four rounds of firewhiskey later, the intrepid quartet wasn't at their personal best. The music was thumping inside the club which was now filled to capacity. Scantily clad women grinding up against their dates, there was something primal about it. George was off snogging Gwendolyn Fudge in some dimly lit corner and Lee was dancing on tables. Fred on the other hand was fascinated by the tiny straps on his girlfriend's dress.

"Honestly Angel, I don't understand how they work."

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." She was sitting in his lap, hair tousled. She looked almost regal to him and it wasn't the first time that he questioned how someone like her could be with a bloke like him.

"C'mon Angel lets get out there."

"You really want to dance?" she sounded skeptical.

"We've danced before."

"That was two years ago and we made complete asses of ourselves."

"I didn't think you minded."

"I didn't." She slipped off his lap, grabbed his hands and led him off to the dance floor.

For all Fred cared, there wasn't anyone else on that floor except for her. Her body undulating against him, made him want to get out of there fast. He turned her to face him, leaning in close

"Let's get out of here."

"We can't."

"Why?"

"I'm too drunk to apperate; I'll be splinched for sure."

"I'll make sure you get home safely."

"Mmmm, Fred you are too good to me."

He led her to the door, giving her his jacket making sure it was pulled tight against her. The stepped out into the brisk fall weather, where the crisp late-autumn air was doing much to sober him up, that and the dulcet tones of Angelina's voice singing "It's all gone quiet over there…"

The walk back to their flat was almost pleasant, but it bothered him how quiet things had gotten. He had lived in London for almost six months and had noticed how the wizarding community was beginning to retire earlier in the evening. He wasn't ignorant of what was going on and firmly stood behind Harry and Dumbledore in the belief that Voldemort was back. George and he had talked about officially joining the Order but they both agreed that they wanted to make sure the shop was more stable.

Then there was Angelina….

Fred knew very well that if he and George joined the Order, she would be right behind them and he wasn't sure how he would handle it. For the first time in his life he felt a sense of responsibility to someone outside of his own family, he wanted to protect her.

"Fred?"

"Hmm?"

"You've turned all serious."

"Naw, you're just still drunk."

"I know that silly….but your face is all frumpy, concern is written all over it." She was using her arms to gesticulate making it difficult for Fred to keep her steady.

"C'mon Angie, its only two more blocks."

"I don't think I can make it

"Alright then" He swooped her off of her feet and held her tightly in his arms, how he manages to get them home, he never knew. He couldn't put her in her own bed because of her father's charms so he settled on letting her sleep in his. She made small childlike noises of contentment once he pulled the blankets up to her neck, for her own warmth and to help him resist temptation. He ran his hands against her smooth cheek, traced her lips with his fingers, bent over and kissed her on the forehead. He retired to the couch in the living room, where he slept the sleep of the innocent.

In two weeks, Fred's dire predictions and apprehensions about the future would come true, hitting far too close to home. That day while working in the shop, Alicia Spinnet reported to them that their best friend Katie Bell had been attacked

A/N so that's the end of Chapter 3, and I sincerely hoped you enjoyed it. Still muddling my way through somewhat cannon territory (doing my best since my copies of the books are back in California), stick with me and I promise you won't regret it--LadyWave