intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Dinner Party

*Y/N's POV*

    Even after an exciting night of getting to reunite with our friends and family, there was still much to be done the next day with Fred and I returning to work at the shop.  Waking up the next morning, in our cozy room in our little flat should've been a relaxing experience but I was woken up rather brutally. 

   "Y/N? Y/N, where are you-" Fred stumbled sleepily into the bathroom, finding me hunched over the toilet, "What's wrong, love?" he knelt next to me, pulling my hair from my face. 

    I groaned, "I don't think that sticky toffee ice cream sat well with my stomach." 

   "I mean, you did eat nearly the entire tub from what I remember," Fred teased. 

   "And I really regret that now," I sighed, falling back against the wall. 

   "How about this, you take a nice hot shower while I get ready and make us some breakfast. I'll make you some tea and we can spend today resting," Fred offered. 

   "As nice as that sounds," I groaned as I moved to my feet with Fred not resisting the urge to help me, "We promised George and Lee that we'd be back to work today, they've been running this whole thing by themselves for the past two weeks. I'll take the shower and breakfast but we are going back to work today." 

   Fred knew there was no point in arguing over this, "Whatever the lady wants," he smiled before kissing my head and leaving me in the bathroom. 

   I let out an audible gag as I flushed the toilet quickly, averting my eyes from whatever I had just vomited into the bowl. I turned on the shower, undressing as the water began to heat up. The steam that filled the bathroom relaxed me a bit. 

*FRED's POV*

   "Ah there's my chef of a brother," George joked as he walked into the kitchen, still fixing his tie. 

   "Morning," I chuckled as I poured him some tea, sliding it across the island to him. 

   "Thanks," he muttered, taking a long sip, "Where's your wife?" 

   "Showering, she woke up with a stomachache. Found her barfing in the toilet this morning." 

   George's face twisted in disgust, "Gross. Must've been all that ice cream she had last night." 

   "That's what I said. I told her we should take off work today but she insisted that you and Lee needed us." 

   "We can manage just fine without-" 

   "Without what?" Y/N stepped into the kitchen, her work outfit on as she dried her wet curls. 

   "I was just telling your husband that if you're not feeling well, Lee and I have got the shop covered just fine," George explained. 

   Y/N shook her head as she took her cup of tea, "Not happening. I've missed enough shop action for my liking. Fred and I are coming in today." 

   "But, darling, I don't want you to get sicker from walking around and helping people all day," I tried to assure her as I handed her the plate of breakfast. 

   "I'll be fine, my goodness. All I had was too much ice cream, you two are attacking as if I contracted the plague or something," she joked before biting into her toast, "Don't forget we have that dinner with Blaise and Lee tonight. Angelina said she'll try to make it but it seems unlikely now that her season is at it again. Now hurry up and eat, can't be late for work." she took a couple more bites and sips of her food before returning to the bedroom to get ready.