JUST A NOTE: Well, I didn't think there were nearly enough Fred and Angelina fics, so I decided to right my own, hope you like it. Believe me, it gets better. As soon as I get some reviews--more chapters!

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That Weasley Charm

Fred Weasley—drives—me—CRAZY. I really don’t know what is wrong with him. He’s been with more girls than freaking Colin Farrell and his sexy ass, I swear. And if he calls me ‘Angel’ one more time—I’m going to hex him into oblivion.

Okay, I was having a great life until Mr. Weasley decided to come into it. It all started first year. First year—he was the biggest prat I had known, pulling jokes on me on the train. I mean, seriously, who is that much of a prat when they are eleven? I’ll tell you who—Fredrick Weasley. Ha! He hates it when I call him that. I should do it more often. Anyways, since his face has met my eyes, it’s been destruction.

Now, we’re sixth years. You would think a boy could grow up by the time he’s sixteen—well that is a horrible statement. He enjoys tormenting me, still! Now, it’s worse because he knows more hexes than Hermione Granger and that’s saying something—because the girl is brilliant. If I say the smartest thing to him—he turns my hair green and I have to beg and plead with a scarf over my head for him to take the hex off of me. Ugh. He’s so infuriating—with his gorgeous red hair and perfectly placed freckles. I hate that he’s perfect.

So, I decide to sit around in the common room with my two best friends just as lunch starts. We’re discussing everything we think is going to happen this year—boys mostly. Well, Katie always had this thing for Oliver.

“Oliver?” An extremely annoying voice said behind me. “What’s so interesting about Oliver?” I think you could guess that it’s Fred. He struts over and puts his arm around me—damn him.

“Well, he’s got that wonderful accent and he has--”

Fred messed him face up and imitated Oliver’s accent, “I, Oliver, am an annoying prat that has no interest in you Katie Bell becauseall I cherish and have time for is Quidditch. It’s something about that broom between my legs that gets--”

“FRED!” I hit him upside his head and moved his arm from around me. The little devil knows he has a girlfriend. What is he doing flirting with me?

Katie looked at him with a look of disgust. “Your just jealous, Fred, because way more chicks like him than you.” Good one, Katie—even if it is a lie. Chicks adore Fred.

“Ha!” He chucked. “They may like his accent, but they all say I’m much better in--”

“FRED WEASLEY!” I stood up. “What would your mother say if she heard you talking like that?” Everyone knew his mother was the worst.

“She’d tell you that you wouldn’t be screaming if you actually knew it was true. So why don’t we work on that, Angel?” He grabbed my waist and it felt so good. But I backed away and slapped his hands away—I can’t give away my cover, can I?

“Ugh! You’re impossible.” I turned to Katie and Alicia—who hasn’t been speaking this whole time because her and George were visualizing ripping each others clothes off. I don’t know why they don’t just go out. It’s so obvious they want each other. “I’m going to lunch—are you two coming?”

“Yeah!” Katie jumped off of the couch. “Come on!” She pulled Alicia away from her staring match with the other, much nicer Weasley twin.

“You know, I think we shall join them, Fred.” George suggested. I think they work together trying to humiliate us. Damn that twin thing.

“I think you’re right, George.” Fred got off of the couch and pushed my head backwards with his hand.

“Damn you, Fred!” I said after recovering from almost falling. I swear, if we wouldn’t get in trouble, I would hex him to death. But I think death is definitely against the rules.

“You know you like my touch!” He smiled back at me as him and George exited the common room, Alicia and Katie following in their wake. Damn the fact that he was right. Damn him for always being right. Damn him for being him.

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So, lunch with them went normal. That entitled them playing at least five of their pranks on me, Alicia, and Katie. Unfortunately, Lee had joined them and kept hitting on each of us in turn. Grr.

I looked down the table to see Hermione with her nose in some book, and Ron bothering her about something. They were so terribly meant for each other and they didn’t even know it. It was touching to see that some people can be happy in life. I am not one of those people thanks to Fred.

Harry was sitting across from his two best friends, talking about the Triwizard Tournament. In which he was one of four champions. The others being Viktor Krum—how freaking adorable is he? Fleur Delacour—she looks like a right tart, but that’s just my firm opinion. And Cedric Diggory. What wouldn’t I give to have a class with him? He is so hot. Like, it should be illegal. And he’s nice and smart. That tops Fred any day. Yes, Diggory take the place of Fred in my life. Then, I live happily.

While we were eating—well the couple of minutes we got to eat when Fred and George weren’t torturing us—they were talking in secret with Lee. I have no idea what they were talking about but when those boys scheme—it’s NEVER, and I mean NEVER good. Good, Lord—I hope I’m prepared for this one.

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