Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 49: Meeting Pumpkin

"This is it. Come on!" I grin as we lug the bags and boxes of food in to the cabin.

"... What exactly is this place?" George asks, picking up a wooden box off the small table next to the door.

"It's the Gidget Family cabin. My great-grandfather built it when he was just a boy and it's been in the family ever since."

"Oh." Fred nods. "Sure is neater than the burrow, that's saying something." He chuckles as we pull our suitcases up the stairs and in to the bedroom.

Mum and Dad follow close behind with their suitcases.

"Alright." Dad catches his breath as he tosses his case on to a bed. "There are only two rooms with two single beds in each." He looks over to the boys, keeping a careful eye on Fred. "You boys take the room to the right, Chelsea and us will take the one to the left. That's it, no further discussion."

He nods contently as he goes to unpack. Mum reaches out with a firm grip on his arm.

"Percy." She eyes him. "Why doesn't Chelsea share the room with the boys?"

"Because I said so." He looks directly at Fred with stern eyes, I watch Fred take a step back. "No further discussion." He tries to walk off again but mum pulls him back.

"Percy. The bed will be too squishy if we share, we weren't as slim as we used to be."

Is mum joking? She's still as hot as she was in the picture she showed me of her teen years. Maybe she's talking about dad, sure he's still pretty slim but he's not the muscly jock he used to be in high school.

"Chelsea can share with Fred. They'll both fit on that bed comfortably, it's the best option." She smirks over in my direction.

She's not an average mum, she's not all about have a good education and then date, she's more in to "a life isn't worth living without learning from you own mistakes".

"But-" Dad objects before mum shuts him up with a sharp eye. "Fine. Chelsea, George and Fred, that room. Mia and I, this room. Meet back downstairs in half an hour."

We all go to walk off before Dad adds, "Oh and if I hear anything more than the silent sounds of a cherub chirping, someone will be sleeping on the couch downstairs. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." Fred gulps.

...

"Give me back my bra, George!" I laugh, chasing him over the beds and around the room.

"Only if you give me back my bear!" He says frustrated, jumping up on to his bed and holding my bra above his head.

3 minutes in to unpacking and we're already causing a ruckus.

"I've known you for 6 years, how come I never met dear old Mr Paddy when I slept over?" I continue to reach for my bra, failing miserably as George is a full head taller than me.

"Because he hid it." Fred smirks, leaning against the doorway, not helping in any sense.

Did he now? "Awww, was widdle Georgie afraid someone would make fun of his widdle bear?" I hold 'Mr Paddy' up by his ears and dangle him in George's face.

"No!" He denies. "I just kept him safe when you were over because I know what kind of havoc you wreak."

"Ouch, you wounded me." I slide down off the bed and on to the floor.

George just laughs. "I know you're acting capability, Chelsea. So don't think I'm gonna come over and console you just so you can grab your bra when my guard is down."