Harry Potter oneshots and imagines!

Fred X lee

Title:a stolen kiss
A/n: tumblrrrrrrrrr
Word count :490

The Burrow on Christmas Day is a busy, bustling place, and Lee is overwhelmed to find himself at the center of it all. Mrs. Weasley has invited so many people, and this small house is close to bursting.
"Oh, Fred?" Mrs. Weasley taps on her son's shoulder. "Can you and your friend set the table for us? Thanks, dears." She nods at Lee and offers a warm smile.
So Fred leads Lee to the kitchen, presumably to fetch the silverware, the placemats—that kind of thing. And he does do that, but afterwards, he turns to Lee with a fond smile and says, "Ah, look at you, all grown up and helping around. I'm so proud of you."
"Oh, shut up," Lee says, though he can't quite keep the laughter out of his voice. On a day like this, with snow falling in copious amounts outside the window, at a place like the Burrow, it's hard to not be in a good mood. He nudges Fred slightly.
He didn't put enough force behind his push for the stack of plates that Fred was holding to go flying out of his hands and shatter, but they do, anyway.
Fred gasps dramatically and slaps a hand to his chest, to the spot where his heart would be. "How dare you, Jordan!"
"Come on, I didn't push you that hard!" Lee protests.
But Fred isn't listening. "I'll get you for that," he declares, and then he steps over the mess of broken plates and crashes their lips together.
It's over as soon as it starts, and Lee can't do anything but gape. He's forgotten how to blink. He's forgotten how to breathe.
"Actually," Fred says thoughtfully, "that wasn't really what I had in mind when I implied revenge. But you know what I mean." He pulls his wand out of the back pocket of his jeans and casts Reparo on the ruined plates, which fix themselves immediately. He picks them up again, looking completely unhindered, but Lee is too stunned to move.
"What—" he manages, and his voice is nothing more than a mere croak.
Fred just winks at him—actually winks at him—and says, "Don't worry about it. Tell you later. Merry Christmas, Lee."
He's about to saunter out of the room when Mr. Weasley shouts from the dining room, "Boys! Is everything all right? I thought I heard a crash earlier."
"Nothing, Dad!" Fred yells back. "It's all taken care of now—"
Lee chooses this moment to launch himself out of his stupor and kiss him back, and he can feel Fred gasp into his mouth. The plates go crashing to the floor a second time, and the noise is sharp above the hum of Celestina Warbeck on the radio.
And Mr. Weasley is yelling, "Boys!" again, but this time he doesn't get an answer.

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Q:was?
A:dying inside 😃