Daisy Potter and the Wedding (Book 8, Harry Potter ff)

Chapter 3 - Shh

It was like living in a dream. Something I'd dreamed of my whole life. I never knew I needed two hot boyfriends instead of one, but it was something well welcomed, and owning my own joke shop and working whenever the fuck I liked was something younger me would've leapt at the chance of. Living with her three best friends and clan mates, too.

And while younger me had quite the crush on Draco, I think ultimately I would have ended up with someone of a similar personality and lifestyle to me; a prankster, a troublemaker, a rebel. An Insurgent.

Well. InsurgentS. Plural.

And now we had two shops, and two homes. We were soon going to become a franchise. And that meant we could have that future we wanted, have money, have holiday homes... like the villa in Spain I'd daydreamed about before the Battle of Hogwarts...

And a big, indulgent wedding. I could only imagine how much we could spend on decorations, entertainment, my wedding dress and tiara, not because we NEEDED to, but simply because we could.

And children... oh, we could have many. We'd be able to afford five and then some, and still live an extravagant life. We'd be able to spoil them so much...

"Hey, Softpaw, can you pass me the fake pregnancy tests?"

I jumped, snapping out of my thoughts. Here I was, daydreaming about having children, and here Fred was, asking me for pregnancy tests.

"Thanks." He said as I handed him the labelled box, sitting down next to him as he slit the cardboard open with the tip of his wand and cleared a space on the bottom shelf.

I watched Fred as he propped the tests and pieces of parchment up along the shelf, lining them up with each other. We sat in comfortable silence for a while; I couldn't help myself just staring at the man beside me. Man, because I guess I couldn't keep calling him a boy - he was twenty. And in a week I was going to be eighteen. I couldn't believe we were alive to be this age. We should've died a long time ago; probably back at Floppy's manor after the Triwizard Tournament.

I watched Fred's chocolate eyes moving over the items in front of him, his hands as he quickly but effortlessly dug the tests out of the box, strands of his fiery hair falling in front of his face as he worked. He reached one of his sexy hands up to brush his hair out of his face; it had gotten nearly as long as the Triwizard year due to the past several months of being on the run, and it reached his shoulders. Him and George had taken to styling their hair swept back, using a potion spray to keep it sleek and smooth. It rather suited them both, plus I liked having something to grab onto while they -

"Hey, are you alright, baby?" Fred reached out, placing a hand on my bare thigh. "You're a bit flushed."

"Oh - uh - yeah." I said, scooting closer and shaking the sexy thoughts out of my head. "Er - what even are these, anyway? Prank pregnancy tests - seems a bit mean..."

The twins and Terry were the developers while I was more on the marketing side of things - they were the brains of the products, and I was the pretty, funny, charismatic celebrity who was helping sell them. So I didn't always know what exactly the items were.

Fred laughed. "No, no - they're for women who're being abused sexually. If her partner is trying to baby-trap her, or would get angry if she WAS pregnant. The test will show the correct result to her and only her, and it'll show the opposite result, the fake one, to everyone else."

"So if you weren't pregnant and you didn't want to be, but your husband did, you could pretend to be pregnant so he would stop trying to get you pregnant..." I muttered. "That would've been useful a little while ago."

"Yeah." Fred said quietly. "It's what gave us the idea."

I looked up into his warm eyes, gazing at me so softly. "You're always thinking about me when you're developing new products... it's so sweet..."