𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 ; 𝒹.𝒽

six

Later that night, Zoya laid in her bed in her room watching an American muggle movie called Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

She always laughed at that movie, no matter how many times she would watch it. She made Fred watch it during their first summer together, he was already infatuated with a television as it was, so watching a movie with American accents threw him off in the funniest way.

Her telephone rang, snapping her out of thoughts. She turned down the volume and reached to her bedside table, picking it up and lying on her back, "Hello?"

"Zoya." Fred whispered on the other end, "Can you hear me?"

She giggled lightly, "I can hear you, Fred. Why are you whispering?"

"'Cause last time I yelled into this thing and made you yelp." He responded, his voice still a whisper, "Don't think I'll ever get use to this bloody thing."

Fred was always eager to learn muggle things even before he and Zoya began to date, just wanting to learn more about her and her life outside of the Wizarding world.

Though Zoya's mother was a half blood and was raised being exposed to magic, Zoya was raised as muggle as one could get, other than the fact that she was aware of the Wizarding world. Fred and Arthur loved the 'muggleness' of her home.

During Zoya's third year, Fred saved up money and bought a telephone just to be able to call her and not have to wait on an owl to get to her. He always yelled into the phone, fumbled with the buttons, and would accidentally begin to walk away and yank the entire telephone off of his bedside table and knock it on the ground.

"Speak up, Fred. Don't worry."

Zoya heard him shift around on the other end before he spoke again, "Miss you." He mumbled.

"You just saw me."

"I know."

Things went quiet again. Though Zoya couldn't see him, she knew something was bothering him. She twirled the phone cord in her hand, "What's wrong?"

"Promise you won't make fun of me?"

"The chances are slim, but never zero." She said in attempts to lighten the mood, earning a small chuckle from him.

"I'm really nervous to go on this mission. Don't know why, I know it's simple and we're only flying, nothing I haven't done before but..."

"This isn't Quidditch, Fred. It's not just flying around. You have every reason to be nervous. To be honest, I'm a bit nervous as well."

"Bloody terrified that something will go wrong and you or George or someone I love won't make it out." He said, his voice shaken, "Like really... I know this war has been going on for sometime and it's serious but, reality is sort of hitting me all at once."

"It's gonna be all right, Fred." She quietly said, calming Fred down, "Like you said, it's always us, yeah?"

"Yeah." He said, his voice a whisper once again, "Guess I'll let you go... wait, are you watching that American muggle movie? What's it called... Berris something?"

"Ferris Bueller's Day Off." She said with a smile, "Yeah, I'm watching it. It reminds me of you now, you know. After I had you watch it a few years back."

"Blimey. That feels like ages ago."

"Yeah, it does."

"We've grown up so much, Zoya. It's strange. We really aren't kids anymore."

She turned on her side and looked at a photograph she kept of him on her bedside table, it somehow managed to survive her house being burned down, "You know, I'm really lucky to have had you by my side all these years. Through thick and thin."

"Wish I kissed you sooner, that's for sure."

She smiled, "Really? When did you develop feelings for me?"

He sighed, thinking, "I dunno... I mean, I always had a crush on you, from the moment I met you on the platform."

"That long ago?"

"Yeah." He replied, "I still do have a crush on you, you know. Still get giddy and nervous when you walk into a room or sit beside me."

"Really? The Fred Weasley, who's always confident and carefree and has known me for years, still gets nervous?" She asked, "I'm flattered."

"Yeah yeah, but back to the question, I think I really began to fall for you when you tackled me to the ground after I stole your toast before the Quidditch World Cup. Considered stealing your food again just so you'd do that again."

"Merlin, Fred, don't tell me you..."

"Get off on the idea of you beating me up?"

She closed her eyes as she shook her head, "I don't think that's normal, Fred. You like the idea of me beating you up?"

"Hey, don't kink shame."

The two broke out into a fit of laughter, Fred being so loud that Ron banged on his door, telling him to shut up or apparate to her house.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea..." Fred trailed off.

"Fred, this place is so well protected, you'd probably burn to ash if you tried to apparate here."

"I'd gladly burn for you, Zoya." Fred dramatically said, earning another fit of giggles from her.

"Hey, remember when you gave us the name The Joker and The Queen?"

"We still are the The Joker and The Queen and we will be forever remember as that long after we're gone. I'll make sure of it." Fred said, "We outta get that tattooed."

"Put it on our gravestones." Zoya joked.

"Brilliant."