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My hands were stuffed into the pockets of my jacket as I turned the corner and walked into the back alley between Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and Stowe & Packers Magical bags.
The alley was dark, not that well lit, and while it wasn't dark outside, the building were tall, creating this shadow of darkness.
I approached the back stairs that led up to the flat, and I saw Fred lean against the railing, eyes on the ground.
I took a moment, taking him in with a small smile on my lips.
He wore a pair of black jeans, ripped at one knee, and a simple black t-shirt that sat way too perfect on his body.
He threw his head back to get some hair out of his face, and that was when he noticed me.
"Why are we meeting back here?" I asked, slowly approaching him. "You aren't planning to murder me, are you?"
He grinned at me, pushing himself away from the railing.
"You look gorgeous." He told me, eyeing me up and down. "We're matching."
And I looked down at myself, laughing when I realised that I too was wearing black jeans and a simple black t-shirt.
"C'mere." He extended his hand, and I narrowed my eyes at him before grabbing his hand, letting him lead me through the alley.
We got to the next street, and I felt him lace his fingers with mine.
"Where're we going?" I whispered.
I had no idea why I was whispering. Fred looked down at me, letting out a small chuckle.
"Stop whispering. We're not doing anything wrong."
"Then why does it feel like we're doing something wrong?" I asked. "We just walked through a dark alleyway."
"Yes, to get through Diagon alley faster." He laughed, and I rolled my eyes playfully.
We walked across the Carkitt market which was empty at this time at night. The stands were closed down and there was only a few people walking through the place.
We walked past the owl post office, down another alleyway.
"Ronan saw me open the letter." I said. "And he saw me smile at it, and then he tried interrogating me."
"Interrogating you?"
"Yeah. But then I told him I was meeting with his ex-girlfriend and that she was the one who wrote the letter."
"Oh no." Fred looked at me. "What did you tell him the letter said?"
I shrugged.
"I simply told him that Katy was writing me all of the ways she wanted me to fuck her tonight."
