Confident | Fred Weasley

Chapter 83 | Interrogate

Valentine's Day came and Sarah still hadn't made any progress with her potion, the shop was operating as normal, and there was no Death Eater related activity reported in the Daily Prophet or by one of their fellow Order members.

The lack of anything happening put Sarah on edge, but she tried to put it behind her, especially for her Valentine's date with Fred.

The pair paid a visit to a lovely Persian restaurant in muggle London and filled themselves to the brim with Ghormeh Sabzi (the best beef stew Sarah had ever tasted) and halvah.

The nice thing about muggle London was that there, Fred and Sarah were just ordinary people. Certainly, the threat of a death eater attack was still there, but it was much less likely than when they were in Diagon Alley. An added bonus was the lack of paparazzi, as it would be hard to explain to muggles why these two random people they had never heard of were getting harassed with flashing lights and clicking cameras.

After their date, the pair snuck back into the shop and up the steps to their flat. It was theirs for the rest of the week, as Capri and George had gone away to the seaside to savour her days off.

Sarah kicked off her heels upon arriving and headed to the kitchen, "Firewhiskey?"

"You read my mind," Fred grinned as he slid his shoes off.

Whilst Sarah withdrew a bottle and a pair of glasses, Fred used his wand to start the fireplace to chase away the February chill. A warm, ambient light filled the living area as Sarah placed the glasses on the coffee table.

Sarah curled up on the sofa as Fred poured the drinks. He handed her a sensibly filled glass. Clearly, they weren't trying to get drunk here. Sarah could guess why.

Sarah scrunched up her face at the sharp bite of the firewhiskey and found her expression mirrored on Fred's face. She couldn't understand how Moody, Sirius, or the other adults drank this stuff with a straight face. Perhaps it came with experience, as Sarah had only drank firewhiskey on a few occasions.

"Isn't it strange having the place to ourselves?" Sarah asked him, taking smaller sips to get used to the burn of the alcohol.

Fred had downed his glass, "I quite like it."

"You don't miss your brother?" Sarah asked, surprised. If she had someone like George - perhaps a twin sister who she had spent all the time growing up with - she thought she would miss them.

Fred shrugged, "Well, yes, of course. But I do appreciate some quality time with my girl."

A smile lit up Sarah's face, "You get very flirty when you're tipsy, did you know?"

Fred laughed, leaning towards her, "Did you have a good time tonight?"

Sarah reached across, her hand cupping his jaw. Fred leaned into the touch, but his eyes remained locked with her eyes. She saw vulnerability in his gaze and realised he needed some reassurance. She knew Fred could get insecure about whether he was doing enough for her sometimes.

"It was perfect," Sarah responded earnestly, leaning in to kiss him.

They had kissed in a million different ways since becoming a couple. This kiss, where their lips slotted together gently, fit in a category of softness, a time when they showed appreciation for one another.

The kiss quickly became passionate, with Sarah knotting her hands in Fred's hair. Meanwhile, Fred's hands ran down her back to her thighs. Once gaining some leverage, he pulled her onto his lap. The sudden movement surprised her so much that she gasped.

After another moment of heated kisses, Sarah said, "Bed?"

Fred nodded with a smug grin. She could practically see him mentally patting himself on the back. He still looked so proud when he managed to successfully seduce her (which was most of the time, mind you) even after two years of dating. She shook her head in amusement as she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards their bedroom.
   
   
    
Later that night, the couple were laid in bed, their Valentine's Day coming to a close. Fred was lying on Sarah's stomach. She was raking her fingers through his hair as she stared at the night sky outside the window.