Fred enters the common room looking slightly disgruntled, eyebrows furrowed together.
"What's wrong?" Lee questions as he approaches where the pair of us are sat, chatting idly about our days.
"My fluffy socks. My new ones. My mum knit them for me. You know the ones?" He questions Lee. I immediately know the pair he's talking about, subtly moving my fluffy sock cladded feet off the sofa and hiding them from view.
"No idea mate," Lee shrugs
"Well I can't find them so my feet are freezing," he grumbles. It's rather dramatic but admittedly adorable.
"They don't happen to be burgundy with little white FW's sewn into the sides do they?" Lee questions. His eyes have landed on my feet, the socks poking out from under my legs.
"Yeah. Knew you'd know the ones," Fred mutters.
"I found 'em," Lee grins, nodding towards me. Fred's eyes widen as he turns to face me. Grabbing my leg and gently pulling it from under me to see the socks on my feet.
"You?" He declares with a devilish grin.
"They looked cosy," I shrug.
"First my jumpers. Now my socks, what's next?" He questions with a smirk
"That blanket of yours is very soft," I grin with a quick wink.
"You wouldn't!" He mocks shock, placing one hand on his heart.
"Oh but I would,"
"Right that's it!" He exclaims, jumping onto the sofa on top of me and tickling my sides. I can't help the squeals and laughter that escape.
"Freddie, stop!" I protest amongst giggles.
"Promise you won't take my blanket?" He smirks
"Fine I promise," I declare. He nods pulling away and sitting next to me, slightly red in the face from the activity.
"Didnt say anything about your socks though," I grin, he rolls his eyes dramatically. Wrapping an arm around me and placing a kiss to the side of my head before turning back to an amused looking Lee.
"So, Jordan, how's your day going?" He questions casually.
"Not the best to be honest. I have detention in twenty minutes but I'm supposed to be placing the order for Katie Bell's birthday. If I don't get it placed today can't pick it up in time for next Saturday. Gonna risk Dungy not being there but I promised her I'd get it,"
It was no secret how to get alcohol. Every week on a Tuesday night Mundungus Fletcher would be at the far table on the back left hand side of the three broomsticks. You could go and place an order for alcohol from him and a week later he would be back with the drinks ordered the week before. He took a 5% fee and clearly profited greatly off it, most definitely because he had no care what age the students he was getting the alcohol for were.
"Emily and I can go," Fred offers
"Really? You wouldn't mind?"
"Not at all," I agree, Lee shooting us a grateful smile and fishing an envelope on the back. He tosses it to Fred who easily catches it. Lee's familiar scrawl lists the order on the blank envelope. "Money's in there,"
"Christ Lee, how are you affording all this?" I question, eyeing the lengthy list.
"Loads of people put in contributions. Bell is apparently very popular. Also her parents sent her money for it,"
"Nice of them," Fred shrugs, standing up and offering me his spare hand. "Ready, m'lady?" He asks, dipping in a dramatic bow. I roll my eyes at his dramatics but can't keep the smile from my face as I take his hand and stand up. He shoves the envelope into his pocket before we leave.
**
"Want to get a butter beer when we are done?" Fred questions as we step onto the street outside of Honeydukes.
"Sure. My treat," I nod in agreement
"What kind of a boyfriend do you think I am?" He smirks, mocking offence and putting a hand to his heart.
"A fake one. You paid last time," I argue grabbing his hand and holding it in mine.
At first when we were together only us we wouldn't hold hands or act any differently to when we were just friends with no weird fake relationship interfering. That changed though, slowly we became inseparable. Always touching. It felt nice, warm and comforting.
"A lady never pays," Fred comments, swinging our hands between us a little more than needed.
"Since when did you consider me a lady?" I smirk
"Always. You've always had a very graceful ladylike persona,"
"I've farted in your bed and held your head underneath the covers. I've also fallen down a flight of stairs and pulled you with me. You won't convince me you still think I'm lady like,"
"Doesn't make you less of a lady just cause you're comfortable around me," he shrugs, pulling the door to the three broomsticks open.
"You go order I'll get the drinks," I smile
"Fine. But here take this," he agrees, passing his slightly battered and worn wallet in my direction. I take it from his hand to avoid his protests with no intention of using it.
Once I've ordered and paid I head to an empty table, two butter beers in my hands. Watching from the table as Fred and Mundungus laugh at something. Fred then turns around, scanning the pub and spotting me before speaking again to Dung and approaching.
"All sorted?" I question as he slides into the booth at the opposite side of the table.
"Yeah all sorted," he nods, taking his drink from the table.
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Don't fall in love with me- Fred weasley
Fanfiction"No. No don't. You're setting yourself up for the worst heartbreak and as your friend I can't just say nothing. You're going to be so hurt, there's no ending to this when you get out without being hurt," he continues. His words voicing the thoughts...
