My Mind Never Sleeps (Part Three of the Weasley Trilogy)

We Got the Summer Nights Under Our Tongues

You know how you get that feeling one day, and you just automatically know that the seasons have changed. Instead of waking up to rain pouring on your window, you wake up and realize that summer is coming and two years ago, you were still a child, running around in a muddy puddle with your best friends. 

It had been two years since the first installment of this trilogy. I bet you didn't know that. Two years of laughter and tears. And although a lot of things have changed, a lot of things have stayed the same. 

Such as the fact that I am still in love with a fire. 

I brushed Fred's long hair out of his face with my fingers, and continued to do so until his eyes fluttered open. I had opened the window and the sunlight poured down on his face, making me infinitely remember why I loved this boy. 

"Happy birthday, Freddie." I gave him my biggest drop-dead smile. He returned it by running his fingers gently on my cheek, forcing himself to stay awake. 

"It's funny," he said, his voice still groggy.

"Hm?" 

"I don't think I'm ever going to not be surprised that I get to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of my life." 

I leaned down and kissed him of the lips, letting him know that I felt the exact same way. When I pulled back, I grabbed the tray off of the bedside table and held it out to him, as if this was church and breakfast, and myself, was the peace offering. 

He sat up in bed and took the tray from me, surveying the breakfast I made for him.

"George better not have one of these, also. That would ruin it for me, to be honest." 

I playfully slapped him on the arm. "He's your brother. Of course I wouldn't give him breakfast in bed. That would be way too weird for me." 

He tugged on my shirt sleeve slightly, making the fabric fall slowly off my shoulder. I took the hint and laid back down next to him. 

We shared breakfast that morning. 

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I strummed the most-known melody in the world, Happy Birthday, on my guitar, going along with the many voices singing the lyrics in the off-key way that I know and love. We had closed Weasley's Wizard Wheezes early today, and made our way to the Burrow to spend the twins' birthday with our gigantic family. Everyone was here. 

Harry, Hermione, Lee, and all of the Weasleys' with their significant others were standing around the dining room table, waiting for Fred and George to blow out there candles. In an instant, I was brought back to when we were 13, sitting in this exact position, give or take some people, and then when we were 15, and when we were 17, and for a moment, I remembered every time we had sang Happy Birthday to the two most important people in my life. 

After the song had ended, I set my guitar down and took my spot behind Fred again, wrapping my arms around his neck as him and George blew out their birthday candles in sync. Everyone smiled and clapped. 

Except me. I was the only one trying to hold back laughter. Xyla put on a good facade, but we stared at each other, with high hopes. 

In an instant, there was cake everywhere. 

Everybody got quiet for the longest time, trying to let what just happened sink in. Xyla and I had played a prank on everybody. We were the only two not covered in cake. Laughter burst from our mouths at the most innapropriate time, and before we knew it, we couldn't stop.