Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 51: Silence Of The Cherubs

**Fred's POV**

"Has anyone seen Chelsea?" I ask, popping in to the kitchen where the others are playing snap. "I haven't seen her all day... She vanished on me this morning after breakfast to do something."

"Oh yes, she's up stairs dear- SNAP!" Mia slams her hand down on to the deck of cards. "Haha! Beat you again, suckers!"

"She sure is a sore winner." George mumbles under his breath.

"I second that." I hear Percy agree as I head on upstairs.

What could she be doing upstairs that is more fun than snap. She loves snap- because she always wins.. and likes to rub in it our faces- because she continuously wins. Much like Mia, must run in the family.

I hear shuffling around in the room as I cross to the door.

"But when? When am I supposed to do this? Where are my answers!" I see her throw a stack of messy papers in to the air and flop on to the bed.

I bend down and grab a sheet of one of the many papers that are scattered on the floor.

'Re-read books. Find new angle. Help!' It reads.

"Oh Chelsea." I make my way through the new paper carpet and lay down next to her. "What's up, bub?"

She sighs. "I forgot I had these books. Again. And now I remember and now I have even less time to figure out a solution to saving everyone's life and- and.. I don't know why I got given this task. It's too much, that on top of having twice as many classes as everyone, and going in to sixth year."

She hops up and starts stacking up the papers. "OWLs come out soon, I don't know how I did. Mum's cafe is getting to be too much with the rent going up again, she needs me to work there all holiday now. I have to restudy these books and try to figure out what to do."

"Well," I walk over to her and help stacking the papers, "I'll help."

"You can't."

"Why?"

She looks up at me. "Because it's my own doing to have all these things to worry about. I was the one that got given the books, I offered to help in the cafe for free because mum needs the help, I was the one that asked for more classes. It's all me."

"And there's a reason for that."

"And what would that be?" She asks.

I walk over and extend my hand, to which she takes as I pull her up.

"Because," I wrap my arms around her, "you're too good of a person. You got given those books for a reason, someone out there knows what you're capable of, you have a dragon patronus that just goes to show what you're able to achieve. And you got twice as many classes than the rest of the school because you're smart, you have enough credit to graduate early, McGonagall wouldn't have given you that time-turner if she didn't think you would be able to do it."

"I guess."

"Well I know." She looks up at me with her beautiful grey-blue eyes. "You're going to do good in this world, kiddo. Like run a magic shop with your two best friends, one of whom is dashingly handsome and a great kisser."

"George?" She frowns. "You two may be brothers, but you don't have to give him so much credit, he'll brag about it."

"Yeah- wait.. what?"

She smirks, her cheeky smile has come back from the grave, shining bright.

"You think George is dashingly handsome and a great kisser?"

"Oh for sure! The better looking twin if you ask me." She grins. "And a phe-NOM-enal kisser!"

"And that's your opinion?"

"100%"

"Well then, I guess if you're going to lie, I'm going to have to get the truth out of you."

"Who says I'm lying?" She questions, eyebrow arched, arms folded against my chest.

"Max and Jack." I hold up both of my hands. "They hate liars, and love to get the truth out of them."

"No, nonono." She takes a step back.

"Yes, yesyesyes." I grin, chasing her around the room with my fingers wiggling about.

"You can't tickle me!"  She squeals.

"Are you sure about that?" I grab her arm and spin her around, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist, making sure her hands are securely tucked up against my chest. "Max and Jack are willing to do anything for the truth."

"I am telling the truth though." She smirks.

"We will see." I tickle her ribs as she squirms about.

"Stop!" She squeals. "Freddd!'

"Never."

"Fine fine! You are better looking and always have been. My heart stops whenever you're in the room and you're kisses whooo. Make me feel like jelly." She smirks, pulling out the dramatics.

"Finally shedding some truth on to the situation, nobody likes a liar."

"No, you love one." Chelsea bats her eyelashes at me.

"Can't lie about that." I draw her close and give her a kiss.

She pouts. "That was it?"

"You're dad's downstairs, love."

"We'll be extra quiet."

"Playing with fire my dear, is never a good thing." She runs her hands through my hair. "But if we're as silent as cherubs chirping no one will know."