Fred watched Angelina sitting across from him as they studied—him not so successfully—in the Library. She wore her hair curly now and the loose curls flowed down to brush her shoulders. Her head was tilted to the side as she read over her parchment, her quill dangling in the air. She rubbed her temples and swept her hair behind her ear—like she always did when she was trying to concentrate and couldn't. Her fingers reached up to her earring and she absent-mindedly played with it turning it around in circles. Fred looked at the heart shaped gem knowing that it must be a real diamond that easily cost more than what he and George would get—if they ever got their winnings from Ludo Bagman. The charm bracelet on her left hand dangled as she toyed with her earring. Fred didn't notice until now how much jewelry Angelina had. She never wore anything flashy, though. She certainly never wore anything cheap. Most of the time what she wore everyday was so simple that you didn't realize that it probably cost a fortune. He liked the fact that the only wore nice, simple things. He looked for her necklace, a silver chain with a heart pendant that she always reached for when she was frustrated. The diamond in that must be real as well.

Looking at her with an expression that could only be described as longing, Fred felt a sharp jab in his side.

"Blimey, what the hell?" He whispered, rubbing his side.

"Why, don't you just tell her you were a prat and that you're sorry so we can all just move on." George said.

Lee, Katie and Alicia all looked on expectantly. Fred looked away disgruntled knowing this thing with Angelina was causing a strain with his friends but what was he supposed to do? He wasn't going to go crawling back to her like some puppet. Besides, he had very good reasons for being angry with her. He may not be able to recall them all now, but that was simply because he was distracted by this whole Bagman thing and his mind wasn't clear.

It was late and Angelina lay on her stomach on the floor of the Griffindor Common Room. She hated Arithmancy. She was going to fail. She was going to fail all of her exams and her parents would disown her and toss her out on the street, and she would have to sell wares to make a living. Her mood seemed to call for dramatics and she continued to imagine all the interesting albeit unlikely scenes with her parents. They all seemed to end with her selling wares on the street. She wasn't quite sure what 'wares' were, but it was something her grandmother always used to say. Angelina was warm from lying before the fireplace. She brought her body up to her knees and removed her sweater.

Fred sat in the corner of the nearly deserted Common Room playing exploding Snap with Lee and George. He kept looking over at Angelina lying before the fireplace. By, her actions he could tell she was trying to study Arithmancy. They usually studied together. It was the only class that he could actually help her with and not the other way around. Somehow it came easy to him, but he never really cared for grades much like she did. She was so dedicated. Angelina got to her knees and began taking off her sweater. As she did her shirt pulled up revealing her stomach. She threw her sweater on the sofa and lay on her side, playing with her necklace.

"Oi, Fred!" George called snapping him out of his thoughts.

Fred jumped, his hand crashing into their castle causing it to explode.

"Look, you kept this up for long enough mate." Lee said, glancing at Angelina. "You put up a good fight."

"Just get on with it so we can go back to normal, already." George added.

Fred just glared at them as Lee and George rose to leave. They went to bed leaving Fred and Angelina alone in the Common Room. Fred began meandering his way towards the fireplace. As he approached her, Angelina rolled onto her stomach apparently not noticing him. All the rolling around and upset her skirt so much it only covered only about two inches of her thighs. Looking on with clenched fists, Fred swallowed hard as Angelina long legs stretched out like Chocolate Wands. She lay rolling the pendant of her necklace with her tongue and finally took the book and pushed it away from her. She laid her head on her hands, staring out into the fire.

"Expecting someone?" Fred asked, nonchalantly, nodding towards the fireplace.

Angelina didn't need to turn around to know it was Fred sitting behind her. It was a voice she knew by heart. "Oh, you know me. Just a few of my closest Death Eater friends."

I see we have not gotten past that, Fred thought. Well, you did practically call her family You-Know-Who supporters you prat. It's not the sort of thing one forgets easily. And, this was Angelina. Their relationship was built on him doing something stupid, her not talking to him for a while, and him winning her back with his irresistible charm, and relentless pursuit. It was what they did and it has worked for them since first year. Of course this was different. The whole Death Eater thing probably stung a bit closer to home—literally. But, come on uncle Lucius Malfoy. He would be willing to apologize about her parents—even if they were a pair of effing snobs. But, he was not going to pretend that he thought Malfoy was a smashing guy. Still, it had been three months since they'd had an actual conversation: the longest they had ever gone without talking. He missed his best friend. He just sat there silently trying to figure out what to say.

"Is there something you wanted?" Angelina asked, feeling Fred's presence still near her. She turned to face him, her eyes burning with fiery intensity, her face illuminated by the warming glow of the burning embers.

Merlin, she looked beautiful.

Fred nervously toyed with the pages of her Arithmancy book. "Do you need—um—want me to help you? I mean I could, if you want." Thankfully no one was around to see him. At least tomorrow, when he told the story about how they made up, there wouldn't be any witnesses to tell how much groveling he had to do.

Angelina did not respond.

"I've been a prat." He said softly. "I know that."

Angelina sat up with a catlike fluidity and faced him, her expression unchanged.

Fred took the fact that she didn't get up and walk away, or hex him, as a signal to continue. "I'm sorry. I guess I could've handled things much better. But, in my defense you could have to. I mean you didn't tell me about your family being in-the-vaults for a reason. And you didn't tell them about me for a reason. And, I mean-" Ugh, why was this so hard, thought looking away. This was a stupid idea to come and talk to her. He should have decided what he wanted to say and planned it out first, but he wouldn't be Fred Weasley if he made plans. He stood up and held his hand out for her. "Look-"

"You're right." Angelina took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet. "You are a prat."

"What?"

"You are one of my best friends, Fred." Angelina began softly. "And even though you get me in trouble all the time, you get me to 'broaden my horizons'."

Fred smiled as Angelina said that. It was what he always said to her when he tried to convince her of some new scheme of his. He did not see how any of this played into him being a prat though.

Angelina continued. "You always make me feel fearless, you know, like I could do anything when I'm with you. I always thought that underneath it all we were the same. These past months have been hell. I mean I've been gutted not being able to talk to you or hang out with you. But, after months of not being with me the first thing you say is I should've told you that my parents have a lot of money. Maybe that is all that matters to anyone. It's all that matters to you."

"That's not true."

"Oh, of course and my Death Eater uncle Lucius."

"I'm not going to pretend that I think he's a swell bloke." Fred argued. "He's an arrogant prat."

"Fine!" Angelina yelled to his surprise. "He is; he is an arrogant prat. He can be a right bastard when he wants to be. And, my father is pretentious and condescending, and aunt Cissy is a snob, my mum is an elitist. All they seem to care about is money and blood status. But, what about me, Fred? When has that ever been me? When have I ever acted like any of that mattered to me? All you have done since you found out was treat me as if I were one of them, as if I acted that way too, as if I were no different. And you wonder why I never told anyone who I am or who my father is. For better or worse it always changes how they behave towards me. I hate it! Why does knowing who my father is change your opinion of me? How does it change who I am? In all the years I've known you I have never thought anything about the fact that my parents have a lot of money and that your parents-"

"Don't have any?" Fred said bitterly. "Thank you, but it's not the same thing."

"Really? What's the difference, Fred? What is the difference between how you've treated me these past few months and how they treated you? I was worried about you meeting them because I knew that would happen. I know how they are. I was worried about them offending you and being embarrassed by them. That's why I wanted Draco to take me to my Bewitching, so you wouldn't have to go through that. Drake may be far from perfect, and maybe he's not as strong as he should be. He buys into all that Pureblood mania too much for my liking, but he understands that part of me that I hide from everyone here. You have no idea what it's like to have that constant pressure, and to have the entire family pride riding on your shoulders all the time. You, have six siblings to distract your parents when you get into trouble, you have no idea what it is like to be the only one, to be your parents entire world, and then to be hammered with superior standards and family pride, and legacies, and responsibilities that you did not ask for. So no I didn't want you there, because you were the person—the only person—that made me feel like I was Angelina and not just Angelus Johnson's daughter. You were the only person who I didn't feel like I had to pretend with or be afraid of disappointing. You made me think that I could get away from all that. And I thought that you felt-" Angelina stopped short and turned away from Fred. "If all of that could be forgotten because of money, then there wasn't really anything there at all was there? I mean, if we were really in—then it wouldn't have mattered."

"But," Fred sputtered. He couldn't say anything because she was right. It shouldn't matter that she had Galleons and he had bugger all to his name. Besides, when Weasley's Wizard Weezes took off he and George would be rolling in it. Maybe things would be different then. Then he'd be able to afford goblin made clasps and Dragon skin. Hell, would be nice to be able to buy something new—anything new. Maybe then, he'd he wouldn't have to save for months just to buy Angelina's Christmas or Birthday present. Maybe, then Angelina's dad would not look at him as though he were a house elf trying to date his daughter. But, what did it matter what her father thought anyway. If Angelina didn't care then why should he? But, Fred did care. Angelina was right. Ever since he found out about her family, he had changed how he behaved towards her. But, she never changed. She was always Angelina. And, now she was walking away. She was walking away back towards the dorms and he was letting her. He really was a prat.

"Wait." He called chasing after her. He grabbed Angelina by the waist, whipped her around and kissed her properly.

Angelina stood in shock at first, but she hadn't kissed Fred in so long she couldn't help it. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her closer to him. The kiss seemed to go on forever and Angelina finally ran her hands through Fred's hair sealing the moment in her memory. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away hard.

Fred looked at her stunned, confused.

"Good night Fred." She said soberly and Fred knew by the look in her eyes that she meant goodbye.

A/N: Goodbye?? Oh no!!! Is this the end for them? Well, the Third Task is coming up and we all know what happens there. Hmm. Oh, 7&8 take place on that same night and kind of flow into each other.