Iridescence - G.W

11 -Dinner Time

 The summer was flying by in a flurry of laughter, late-night kisses and hiding from the others, under the covers or behind doors trying to hide their laughter. While the kids knew that there was definitely something going on between the pair, they tried there hardest to keep it quiet. They both agreed that they didn't want to be over the top about it, it was early days, and they did say they were going to take things slowly. This was the plan at least, evidently, the two hadn't been 'slow' so to speak, almost every night Flick would sneak into his room cast a silencing spell and try to be out before Fred woke up. There were however days when Fred saw them bundled under the covers and the following meals, she wouldn't be able to meet his eye without her cheeks tinting red. 

It was now only two weeks until they would all be back at Hogwarts and in their sixth year at least there would be no exams this year, just prepping for NEWTS which meant more time pranking and planning for Weasley Wizards Wheezes.

'Felicity,' George cooed at the girl coaxing her awake from her nap on the sofa, only her and George had been home, Fred was out with Angelina, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were out doing god knows what and the older ones were all doing something at the ministry. 'I can hear them. They're coming back,'

'I don't wanna move,' she murmured sleepily.

'Felicity,' he tried again, 'Look if they come in and were half-naked asleep on the sofa, I think Mum and Dad might twig on love,'

'Don't care, too tired' she murmured again her eyes closing cuddling even deeper into Georges arms.

'Yes you do, idiot,' he laughed pushing himself up, 'come on.'

He was greeted with a grunt.

'Felicity,'

'George.'

'I will push you off this sofa,' he threatened with a smirk.

'Yeah,' she scoffed, 'I'd like to see you try.'

Poor Flick didn't have time to process what was happening before she found herself on the floor.

'you pushed me!' she cried out from the floor her hair wild.

'You said you'd like to see it,'

'Idiot,' she replied standing up and putting her clothes back on throwing Georges shirt back at him. Fully dressed the two smirked at each other and burst into fits of laughter.

'Come on, let's look busy,'

The clock over the sink was pointing to travelling for the older lot who would be appearing in any second.

'I'm hungry,' George stated stretching back onto the sofa.

'Cook then' Flick replied simply.

'I don't want pasta,'

'Then don't have pasta?' the girl questioned.

'Only thing I know how to cook,'

'What?' she exclaimed, 'You don't know how to cook?,'

'Why would I need to with Mum?'

'Oh yeah,' she breathed out 'I guess that's true, what if she's ill or busy? Who cooks then?'

'Mum still does,' he shrugged,

'You lot don't appreciate her enough you know,' She scolded lightly. 'That's what we'll do then.' She stated matter of factly, walking into the kitchen.

'What's that?' he asked confused following after her.

'We're cooking tonight,'

He looked slightly concerned which only made the girl smile,