alluringly entwined | f.w, d.m

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"Be safe." Fred hugged his mum very tightly before hugging his dad with a pat on the back.

Ron and George then hugged their parents, and Oshun waved bye with a smile. They then watched as Molly and Arthur apparated out of The Burrow.

Now, it was Oshun, Fred, George, and Ron.

"When's our little sister supposed to be coming back?" George asked as he headed towards the kitchen. Everyone was still in their pajamas.

"Today. But I don't know what time," Fred replied, and they all followed into the kitchen. "Who's hungry?"

"I am," Ron responded as he dropped into a chair at the table.

"I could eat," George said as he rummaged around in the kitchen.

"Great. Who can cook?" Fred clapped his hands together, rubbing them quickly together.

Oshun sat down in a chair, lifting her legs onto the seat to cross her legs.

Silence.

Only then she realized the three guys were looking at her. "Me?" She gaped with pink-tinted cheeks.

Fred came around to the back of her chair and hunched lower to level their eyes. "Can you cook, Takahashi?"

She had to turn her head to get a full view of his very gorgeous face. She nodded at his question.

His eyes glanced down at her lips. "Yeah?" He grinned, his voice sultry in her ears.

"I can cook." She nodded.

"Alright then, come on." He stood straight and nodded at her to come into the kitchen.

She rose from her seat and in her slippers, followed him into the kitchen.

"We have..." George was hunched as he checked out the fridge, arm resting above the fridge door. "Eggs. Bread. Mum's leftover pastries. Coldcut meats. Vegetables. Milk."

"What can you cook with that?" Fred's arms came around her neck to hug her from behind.

Gosh, she loved how physical he was and without shame. It made her feel pathetically swoon-y.

"I could cook eggs with the eggs, Fred," Oshun retorted, her head turning to catch his gaze.

His eyebrows shot up. "Talking smart, are we?" he murmured in her ear.

"Maybe." She turned her head from him, acting like his affection wasn't driving her mad. She slipped out from under his arms to take the carton of eggs from George.

"Can you make omelets, Oshun?" George asked as he took out a few more things for breakfast.

"Mhm." She nodded and placed the carton of eggs on the countertop.

"Can you make omelets, Oshun?" Fred mimicked under his breath as he went to help Oshun with the eggs.

Her eyes went up to stare at him, brows furrowed. She backhanded his bicep and earned herself a hard glare.

She rolled her eyes at him before going to get started on making breakfast. She made four large omelets—two for Ron—before she washed the dirty dishes.

"Takahashi, you're not eating?" Fred called from the table, elbows balanced on the edge of the surface.

"Not hungry." Oshun shook her head, keeping her gaze down at the dish she was scrubbing.

But perhaps she was starting to feel homesick already.

Or perhaps she missed Draco.

His intoxicating scent. His touch. His odd choice of words. His presence when he always stood as close to her as possible. His inability to to go one hour without talking about fucking her against the wall.