For The Love of Pranks! I Love You!

Christmas Eve, Together Again

It's Christmas Eve again, and the mood in the  house is actually a happy one. With decorations hung yesterday, we have the day for last minute gift wrapping and Molly enlists the help of Ginny and I in making her famous Christmas dinner.

"Now dear, I'm headed to St. Mungo's, you sure you two can keep the boys from all the food?" She smiles slightly, wrapping the scarf around her neck.

"Don't worry Mrs. Weasley, between Ginny and I, they won't get close." I smile hearing an evil chuckle from Ginny behind me.

"Good to hear. And please Evelyn dear, you can call me Molly. You are family after all."

She smiles before disapperating, making me slightly panic thinking she'd seen the ring...still surprised no one has seen it.

Ginny works on cutting some veggies while I focus on another one of Molly's famous casseroles, when two arms suddenly encircle my waist and I jump, nearly cutting myself in the process.

"Bloody hell Fred Weasley!" I exclaim, turning around in his grip to smack him in the chest.

"You know better than to sneak up on me!" I hit him again, when all he does is widen his smirk.

"I'm sorry Love, it's just so funny." He chuckles.

"You know what else is funny?" I say sweetly, looking up at him through my lashes, as he tightens his hold on me.

"You, being left alone in the Room of Requirement when we get back to school."

His jaw drops when he realizes I was talking about our arrangement, quickly turning into a pout.

"I—I... You can't we've already agreed on that! It was your idea in the first place! I—"

Loving how flustered this is making him. I simply shrug, looking at him with an innocent gaze.

"Well sometimes things change. I mean, it's not like you were really looking forward to that right?"

"That's the only thing I was looking forward to!" He scoffs making me giggle.

"Oh." I say simply, turning back around to "focus" on dinner.

"C'mon Love, you don't mean that right?"

Trying to keep the smile off my face I don't reply, making him tighten his grip–accidentally tickling me. I subconsciously flinch at the sensation and his hands still. I hold my breath hoping he didn't notice, but it seems my luck has run out as his fingers begin to dance nimbly along my sides.

"Fr–Fred! Knock it off! P-please!" I squeal in between giggles, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

"Take it back." He says lowly, getting closer to my face.

"N-never!" He increases the speed, reaching up until he comes to my ribs right below my chest making me gasp.

"That's a cheap shot." I say quickly grabbing his hands, not sure if he'd go any higher in the kitchen.

I don't think I need to tell you how he found out I was ticklish there...it was definitely an embarrassing moment..

"Take it back." His voice now close to a whisper and I have to suppress my shutter at the sound.

I don't say anything, which makes him slowly start to move his fingers. I attempt to move away, but quickly realize I'm only pressing myself closer to his chest–which isn't helping.