A/N: Gratuitous Fred/Angelina fluff. Hope you like. Please review...

Disclaimer: Good lordy, I've been on this thing barely two months, if that,and already I am starting to hate disclaimers- but no, not mine. Except the Flashing Talking Hexing Keep-Out Sign.

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The young woman who strolled into ninety-three, Diagon Alley, was unknown to almost everyone in the shop- except for the proprietor, quietly standing and watching his twin brother demonstrate the Flashing Talking Hexing Keep-Out Sign (five different hexes, twenty different messages, programmable to a voice of your choice, fifteen Sickles and a Knut).

"Angie!" he said, a little surprised.

The young woman smiled. "So you did well with Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes," she replied. "Sorry it's been so long since I've seen you. There was that game against the Thunderers, they needed me as a Chaser. And then I had to play the World Cup..."

"I watched the Thunderers game," Fred told her. "Well done, by the way- I assume you were the black-and-green Holyhead Harpy streaking up and down the pitch with the Quaffle?"

Angelina's smile widened further into a grin. "You know exactly which one I was," she teased.

Fred nodded, a little more seriously than the flippant comment should have commanded.

"How are Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Luna, Neville- oh, you know. The DA lot."

A crash punctuated Angelina's words.

Fred winced. "In the back. And as you can hear, Neville is as clumsy as ever. But Luna generally keeps him under control." He listened to the muffled curses. "It sounds like he's tipped over a jar of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder."

A thought came to Angelina. "Fred, how did you start Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes? Where did you get the capital? And none of your evasions, please, I want the truth."

Fred bit his lip, and checked that his twin was still busy demonstrating, and would therefore not notice if he told Angelina. "I knew you'd ask... eventually. As and when it occurred to you. Promise not to tell a soul?" he said, invoking the words he'd used to bind Angelina to secrecy when she discovered him planning a prank in their first years at Hogwarts.

"OK," Angelina said irreverently.

"Harry gave us his Triwizard money," Fred whispered, his mouth very close to her ear. "Said he didn't need it and he'd hex us if we didn't take it. So, naturally, we erred on the side of self-preservation. Harry's a mean jinxer."

Angelina gasped. "He gave you all of that?"

"Yep," Fred replied flippantly. "Play nice, Angel – I'm going to sort out the back room before Neville knocks anything else over." And with that, he dropped acareless kiss on Angelina's cheek and strolled off.

Because everyone in ninety-three, Diagon Alley, was watching George Weasley demonstrate the Flashing Hexing Talking Keep-Out Sign, nobody noticed that Angelina Johnson, famed Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, who practically won the Thunderer game for them, was quietly standing in the middle of the shop, cheeks slowly but inexorably reddening and remembering exactly why she'd had a crush on Fred Weasley.