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Chapter 57

Eight o'clock was fast approaching, and Natasha was pacing her bedroom, not knowing in whether to pick the red or blue dresses lying on her bed. Her hair was down in its natural curly state, and her makeup was natural and simple, but the bloody dresses were tearing her mind apart.

Both were as beautiful as each other, but both were so completely different.

The red one was tight fitting and short, matching with Natasha's fiery personality. It was demanding and revealing, though Natasha had seen red so much in her life that it slightly put her off.

On the other hand, the blue dress reached just a few inches above her knees, with blue lace that reached her elbows and lace decorating most of it. It was sweet and naïve, softening Natasha's hard exterior, but Natasha was unsure on whether it was too sweet.

With an annoyed groan, she scribbled out another note, tying it to Pumpkin who had been sleeping in the corner. "I'm sorry for annoying you again Pumpkin, but can you get this to Adrian Pucey? It's urgent," she said quickly, and Pumpkin hooted before flying off in the direction of Oliver's flat.

She began her pacing again, until a very agitated Adrian apparated into her bedroom, a cup of tea in his hand. "I'm only doing this because I owe you my life Natasha. But seriously, just when Ollie and I have just sat down on the sofa with teas in our hands?" he asked rhetorically and sighed as he looked at the two dresses.

"These won't do if you want Fred to bang you sweetheart. Where's that white dress I bought you for your birthday?" Natasha went back into her closet, and a few seconds later, brought out a short white dress, with a slightly hitched knee.

It was a simple silk fabric, and slightly glistened in the dying sunlight. "Try it on! My chicken alfredo is supposed to be out of the oven in three minutes," Adrian pestered, and Natasha sighed, using her wand to change into the dress.

She let her hair stay loose as she timidly stepped into the light, and Adrian's eyes filled with tears as he stared at his best friend. "Babes, you look gorgeous! Where's your muggle camera, I have to get a picture of this before I leave!"

He summoned the camera from the small coffee table by the window before expertly flipping the camera up, having used it many times to get sneaky photos of his friends for their birthdays and Christmas cards.

Natasha smiled as Adrian took pictures from multiple angles, before he finally shut the camera, pulling her into a hug. "I forgive you for pulling me from my date with Ollie," he whispered, kissing the side of her head as tenderly as a brother would.

"I love you Adrian, thankyou so much," Natasha whispered back, kissing his cheek. Adrian squeezed her shoulder, before apparating back to Oliver's flat, just as the clock in the lounge struck eight.

She sucked in a shaky breath, not realising just how nervous she was, and stepped out into the lounge room, where tears sprung to her eyes. Rose petals fell slowly from the ceiling, disappearing just as they touched the wooden floor beneath them.

Candles flickered from every surface, including the dining table, which now displayed a deep red tablecloth, adorned with intricate embroidery. The windows were all covered with curtains, and Fred stood in the middle of it all, with a goofy grin on his face.

"Freddie, this is perfect," Natasha gushed, running into his arms as he spun her around. He attacked her lips passionately, and Natasha jumped onto him, running her hands through his hair as his mouth did all the work.

"Nat, I love you dearly, but I've got two steaks fresh and hot waiting for us, so how about we continue this after?" Fred suggested with a wink, leading Natasha into the kitchen. On the circular table sat two plates, with sizzling steaks resting on beds of mashed potato and asparagus, as well as two glasses of wine.

"Asparagus?" Natasha asked, and Fred nodded.

"Supposed to be sexy or something, but I just like the fact it looks like a tree," Fred laughed. He pulled out Natasha's chair, and she sat down gracefully, her dress smoothed out underneath her.

One bite of her steak had her moaning, as she had never eaten anything so good, and Fred had to stop himself from taking her then and there on the table. Though he too moaned at the first bite, and Natasha was squirming under the table, her legs just clenching at the sound.

"You know what, this dinner is lovely, but fuck it, I can't take it anymore," she said, and she stood up at the same time Fred did, her lips hungrily attacking his. With one tap on her ass, she jumped onto him and he walked to their bedroom as she fought for dominance.

But Fred wasn't going to have that.

"Oh baby, I don't think you want to try that," he whispered, his voice getting deeper as he dropped Natasha onto their bed. "Tonight, is all about patience, and trying to get dominance darling, will just make me tease you longer."

"Oh Freddie," Natasha cooed back. "You have no idea what I have in store for you."

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As Natasha slept soundly on Fred, he admired her with adoration, rubbing his hand up and down her back, tracing patterns. He had never thought this day would come, especially during his time at Hogwarts during his fifth year, where all of his friends were constantly with girls every week, yet he, George and Lee were fixated on waiting for the right person.

And he was so glad that he did.

The dinner he made was safely packed away in the fridge for another day, and all that Fred could hear now was the strangely peaceful street outside and the soft breathing of Natasha on his chest.

Her curls were framing her tiny face, just enough that her button nose peeked through, and Fred pressed a kiss to it. "I love you so much Natasha," he whispered, before sliding out of their bed, slipping on some shorts and walking out into the lounge, where everything was still set up.

He grabbed Natasha's polaroid camera and took a few snaps, before cleaning it all up with flick on his wand. The rose petals transformed in a beautiful bouquet, which rested in a glass vase on a small coffee table.

He snuck downstairs to the shop, where he had closed up only hours before, stopping as he realised the light was on, and someone was standing inside, their eyes reflecting the warm light.

"Ginny? What are you doing here?" Fred asked in disbelief, staring at his sister. She turned around, her face red and puffy, and ran into Fred's arms crying.

"Dean nearly hit me Fred, and then I got scared and I don't know what happened. I think Minnie sent me here," she sniffled, and Fred squeezed her tight in his arms, kissing her head.

"How about we head upstairs, and I make you a cup of tea? Then we can discuss this horrid boyfriend of yours."