A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed my story! I was kind of surprised that 5 people reviewed it within a few hours! And it made me definitely want to keep writing, because I wrote this on kind of a whim! So keep reviewing and I'll be motivated to keep writing! This chapter is taking place at the end of Angelina's 7th year, in the 5th book, right before her NEWTS.

Disclaimer: All characters and main plots are property of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 2

It was difficult for Angelina to prevent herself from writing to Fred breaking things off again. Especially when they never had a proper good-bye, and it could be a risk to love someone so much that was miles away. It was even impossible for them to write, since the Inquisitorial Squad was reading and intercepting mail. However, the year was coming to an end with OWLS and NEWTS starting the next day, and the one thing that kept her going was the memory of their last kiss as Angelina stopped to visit the Portable Swamp each day.

She was starting to wish more and more that she could escape, or "do a Weasley", as it was called now. But her parents wouldn't allow it, even though it was her ambition to play professional Quidditch, which didn't require any NEWTS. She longed to be with Fred, who was so far away, at Number 93, Diagon Alley.

She sighed and took out a small glass jar that she had begun to carry with her daily. It was her daily routine: she cautiously filled the jar with some stinksap and proceeded to Umbridge's office. Every day she dumped Stinksap onto the door knocker of Umbridge's office; it was partly to let out some anger at the bat for driving Fred away and partly because she knew it would give Fred a heart attack and a good laugh if he were to know she was being so rebellious.

Angelina was just about to splatter the jar's contents on the new security door when she saw Lee sprinting towards her.

"Lee… what?!" She exclaimed as he grabbed her arm, forcing her to run with him. They ran all the way back into the Common Room where they collapsed on a couch to catch their breathes. "Who were we running from?" she asked finally.

"That git Malfoy. He caught me trying to lead a Blast-Ended-Skrewt into the Entrance Hall." Lee explained. Angelina rolled her eyes. "Reckon I should settle for that second Niffler they left me." He paused for a moment, then looked up at her hopefully. "You should come help me! Do you want to?"

"You don't need my help…" Angelina started, but catching the crestfallen look on Lee's face she hastily corrected herself. "Sure, Lee. Of course."

She was finding it very hard to say "no" to Lee lately, as his mood drastically declined after the twins left him here alone. Lee didn't need help with the Niffler, but it was clear that he was miserable causing trouble alone. And although she should have been studying, Lee had managed again to pull her away from her schoolwork… something that used to be Fred's job.

"Why do you have that jar of Stinksap, Angelica?" Lee asked, taking her out of her reverie.

She had forgotten she was still holding it, and with a sad smile she siphoned the smelly substance from the jar with her wand.

"I was going to dump it on Umbridge's door knocker… for Fred." She said, noting that this would be the first day she hadn't since he left.

"No way! That's been you who's been doing that every day? Ange, you surprise me!" Lee said. Angelina shoved the jar into her bag and sighed, receiving a look that was all too understanding.

"Let's go, shall we?" She said, avoiding his glance and she followed him to the castle grounds below Umbridge's window after he returned from the dormitory with an unusually squirmish carrier bag.

Angelina kept a look out on the grounds while Lee levitated the Niffler up in the air. Suddenly she saw something in the sky flying towards them.

"Hey, Lee, is that an owl?" She called to him, squinting to at the flying figure in the distance that was carrying a small package.

"Hold on. Almost got it." Lee replied, forcing the furry animal in the window. A tawny owl flew right at her, as if it knew she would be outside waiting for it. The bird landed on her outstretched arm as she took the package. It was square and flat, and she didn't know what it could be.

"What is it?" Lee asked, after the owl took light and they started back to the castle.

"Don't know." Angelina mumbled, and turning the package over, she saw it was addressed to "Angel" in big, dramatic, sloppy handwriting: Fred's. Her heart skipped a beat when she read this, and she hastily stored it away in her bag, wanting to open it in private.

That evening Angelina could hardly focus on her studying, and gave up on reviewing her Potions notes after only ten minutes. Slipping out of her study group in the Common Room that consisted of herself, Alicia and Lee, she retired to her dormitory to open Fred's package.

Although the room was empty, she climbed into her bed with the package and closed the drapes. For a moment she just stared at the package, like it would bite her, then she carefully unwrapped it.

It was a mirror. She looked at it confused, seeing her reflection in it, and then noticed some parchment that had fallen out of it. It was a letter.

"Dear Angel,

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write. I know that they've got all means of communication covered, so I've been looking for a way to communicate with you that they can't possibly watch.

It's taken me a while to work out the spells for these things too; to get them working properly. I think you're going to like this. It's a mirror. Ok, well obviously you know it's a mirror. But it's not just a mirror—it's a two-way mirror. So if you say my name while holding it, my—handsome—face will appear in yours, and your gorgeous face will appear in mine. That way we can talk to each other, and even see each other. Make sure you keep it on you; it's rather brilliant I think. Try it out soon!

I love you.

I miss you.

-Fred

P.S. I've sent this to you by owl, on the slim chance you'll be outside, or it'll reach you directly in the Common Room. So if it's you, Angel, well, thank Merlin. If it's not you, I'm sorely embarrassed and I regret that all my work is going to waste. And especially if this is in Umbridge's grubby hands: Bugger off!"

Angelina was a mixture of excitement and fear that this wouldn't even reach Fred. She took a deep breath and, hoping desperately that he would respond, she called out "Fred Weasley" in a shaky voice.

The image of an immensely attractive Fred Weasley immediately filled her mirror, appearing to be in the storage room of a shop.

"It worked!" Fred let out an excited whoop and then suddenly gazed at her with an passionate, serious look in his searching eyes. "I've missed you, Angel."

"I've missed you too." She sighed. For a moment both of them were at a loss for words, just staring at each other's reflection in the mirrors. "How's the joke shop?" She asked, breaking the silence. And she couldn't resist asking: "Are you ok?"

Fred laughed.

"I'm getting by as well as I can, not being with you. And business is picking up." He said honestly.

"I've got my NEWTS tomorrow."

"And you're talking to me, rather then studying? Even from miles away, I work my magic and charm quite well, don't I?"

"Yes you do! You're quite dashing in magenta robes with your ginger hair, you know."

"And you, in your traditional Hogwarts robes." He bowed his head in solute to her. "So what other out-of-character rebellious stunts have you been pulling?"

"Well, Lee and I were delivering one of your Nifflers to Umbridge when your owl came. And I've been painting her doorknockers with Stinksap. Every single day, actually.

"No you haven't!" Fred exclaimed in disbelief, laughing.

"Yes I have!" She said.

"And how is Lee managing life without us?"

"Quite terribly, actually. He's miserable. And lonely." She said, suddenly serious, as she understood exactly how Lee was feeling.

"Well, that's why he's got you. Lucky bastard." Fred joked, though he wasn't laughing.

"I want to leave Hogwarts, Fred. I want to come see you." Angelina said, feeling much like a kid voicing what they wanted for Christmas.

"I know you do, Angel. I miss you too." Fred said in a deep, shockingly mature voice. Hot tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to roll down her cheeks. She couldn't let him see her like this, she thought blinking rapidly. It would make things harder. Sensing and sharing her pain, Fred hastily changed the subject.

"How did Quidditch turn out?" He asked, knowing this would be a touchy subject if her team lost. Then again, he was sure that if they lost, she probably would have left school early.

And to his relief, a sincere smile broke out, lighting up her face.

"We won the Cup, Fred!" She exclaimed, ignoring that he wasn't there playing as Beater with them.

"And little Ronnie pulled through?" He asked amused.

"He did! He was great!"

"I always knew he'd come through!" Fred said, with a hint of pride in his voice.

"Fred?" Angelina said, suddenly feeling an extreme calm that she hadn't felt in weeks fall over her.

"Yeah?"

"I love you." She said, gazing into his warm hazel eyes.

"I love you too." He replied, his eyes twinkling at her. "Angelina?" He asked after a moment, suddenly nervous.

"Yeah?"

"Move in with me."

A/N: I hoped you liked it! Since I started this fanfic on a whim, I kinda didn't have a secure plot set for the rest of the story, but as I was writing this chapter, the idea of the mirrors just kind of came to me and I decided that that's going to play a significant part in the fanfic, and it gave me a base for the plot.

I also want to thank Genne, The Sushi Monster, GoTheDistance, Nesha227, and isn't-it-obvious930 for reviewing the last chapter right away!