Songbird ; Fred Weasley

Forty-nine

It was a nice day considering it was the beginning of December.

Sure, it was cold, but we wore warm clothing, and we bought a blanket so we could sit in the grass in Central Park.

Fred was playing around with my camera while I was sitting with my notebook and a pen, trying to put together a poem.

"We should come back here next summer." Fred said. "Or the summer after, seeing as our daughter will be born just before the start of summer."

I looked at him, the word daughter sounding so weird yet so beautiful coming from his mouth.

"I'd like that." I smiled, looking around. It was beautiful even in the winter with the dead trees and the people walking with as much clothes on their bodies as possible. I couldn't imagine how beautiful Central Park would be in the summer, or the spring.

"We can bring her." He gestured towards my stomach, and my smile widened. "George and I have actually been talking about expanding to New York City. We've opened the shop in Hogsmeade and next step could be here."

"Really?" I grinned. "That would be cool. Where would you want it?"

"Well, somewhere we can make it accessible only to witches and wizards."

I grinned down at my notebook, listening to him talk about ideas he had in case they opened a shop in New York City.

Then my camera went off, and I looked up to see Fred angling it towards me. He had stopped taking.

"Fred, what are you—" he took another picture, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Then he took a third picture, capturing my laugh. I put my notebook and my pen down, crawling towards him to grab the camera, laughing while he kept taking pictures of me.

"Give me that." I laughed, grabbing it out of his hands before crawling into his lap.

"What?" He asked innocently. "I was just taking photos of my beautiful girlfriend. Don't think I haven't noticed you taking photos of me all day."

"Oops." I grinned, pushing the camera strap over my neck to let it dangle there.

I wrapped my arms around Fred's neck, feeling his hands slide to my back as I leaned in and kissed him.

He pulled back, looking at me for a moment before coming back for another kiss.

"You know what?" I whispered, staring at his lips when he pulled back again.

"What?" He whispered back, smiling up at me.

"I'm never going to grow tired of kissing you." I told him quietly. "You taste nice."

"Just nice?" He teased, and I squealed when he tickled me.

"Amazing!" I blurted, laughing. "You taste amazing."

He ran a hand to the nape of my neck, pulling me in again. He kissed me, but this time he parted his lips against mine, and I parted mine as well, inviting his tongue into my mouth.

I ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands which earned me a groan.

"You might not want to keep doing that." He whispered and stopped kissing me only to rest his lips against mine. "Unless you want me to get hard in the middle of Central Park."

I grinned teasingly at him as I leaned in to his jaw and planted a kiss against his skin. His fingers dug into my hips, and I chuckled against his neck, knowing the signs of him getting turned on.

My eyes moved past him to where a group of women sat together on a bench, all staring at us. The same women who had ogled Fred since we got here.

I sucked on his skin, hearing him breath heavily into my ear as I left a hickey. After a moment, I pulled back and studied it. "Beautiful. Now everyone will know you're mine."