Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Thirty-eight

I never thought I could love forehead kisses as much as I do.

I mean, my dad gives forehead kisses from time to time, but I usually found it annoying. Though when Fred does it, I absolutely melt.

I'm addicted to his forehead kisses, and I love it when he has an arm wrapped around me and presses his lips to my forehead.

"Do you want to go on a date on Saturday?" He whispered, his lips currently resting against my forehead.

"Where to?" I asked, raising my head to look at him as we cuddled in my bed.

"Hogsmeade. I want to show you something."

"And I have to wait for Saturday?" I groaned, causing him to laugh softly.

"You've got training all week and I've got work." He said, running his hand up and down my bare arm.

Again, I groaned, but for another reason this time.

"I'm not going back there."

"What?" Fred sat up, forcing me to do the same. He gently took my chin in his hand, looking me in the eyes. "You can't let them ruin it for you. You were so excited, love."

"I know." I sighed. "But maybe I should just wait until after I've had the baby. I'll get a job somewhere so I can do my part when it comes to supporting a child."

He studied my face for a second before pressing a kiss to my lips and then let go of my chin.

"Is that what you want?" He asked softly, and I nodded. "Okay. Then I'm with you. You may want to come up with an excuse if you don't want to tell your family that you're pregnant."

I squeezed my eyes shut, groaning a third time.

"I'm so scared." I said and dropped onto my back.

"Of telling them?" Fred asked and laid on his side, tucking his elbow underneath his head.

"Of everything. Telling them, giving birth, raising a child and worrying that I won't be a good mother. I'm eighteen."

"And your parents were fourteen and they were excellent parents." He told me. "They did a great job raising all of you."

I smiled weakly and leaned in to kiss him when the door to my bedroom barged open, and I quickly sat up, looking at August who marched in.

"August!" I exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing?! I could've been naked!"

"And you're not." He stated, placing himself at the end of my bed, hands on hips while looking between Fred and I. "I need to speak to you. The both of you."

I heard Fred sigh slightly as he sat up against the headboard.

"We need to make some kind of arrangement where Fred spends equal time with me and the rest of our friends, as he spends with you."

I frowned and I went to speak but Fred opened his mouth first.

"Mate, you can't compare the two. Mavis is my girlfriend so of course I'm spending time with her."

August seemed annoyed with that answer. He took a step back and shook his head as he raked a hand through his hair.

"What happened to bros before hoes?" He then asked, looking at Fred.

"Yeah, it's bros before hoes, not bros before girlfriends. There's a difference, mate, and your sister isn't a hoe. You're not being fair to her in all of this. You've treated her like fucking shit since you figured out we were dating, and you've been letting Cassidy walk all over her whenever she's around. This is Mavis' house, not Cassidy's."