The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

We're Not Safe

*Fred's POV*

"I'm seriously tired of playing exploding snap, didn't you guys save something from your shop?" Ginny groaned as we sat in the living room.

"Me too, Gin. But there's not much else we can do," I sighed as I leaned back into the couch.

"We're stuck here! There's nothing we can do but play games we've played so many times before! God, this sucks!" Ginny complained.

"Unless you want to bake something," I offered.

Ginny scoffed, "my baking is nothing compared to Freya's."

"Ask her to teach you how to bake something," I suggested.

"She wouldn't, she's too busy with George," Ginny muttered sadly.

I looked at her and sighed, "because they fancy each other." I groaned as I stood up, "I'm all out of brilliant ideas for the moment, all I can say is find something to do." I glanced out the window, it was raining heavily and things were starting to calm down. It had been a month since Lee and Freya fought, the two had been acting civil toward each other which was the opposite of what I expected.

"Brownie?" I smiled as Freya put a plate in front of me, they smelled amazing as I took a bite of a rather big one. Freya was standing at the counter, filling something with something that smelled faintly like vanilla.

"Um, what is that?" I asked curiously as she continued to fill the desserts.

"Cannoli, a pastry with a rich filling...These are my favorite things to bake," she held one up in her hands and offered it to me. "Just be careful," she winked at me.

"But...it's a pastry, what's wrong with it?" I asked as I took a bite.

Freya watched me expectantly, I took a sip of milk with the pastry and was about to tell her how good it was when my mouth felt like it was on fire. I kept drinking but it only got worse as time passed, Freya started laughing and soon she was wiping her eyes.

"What did you do to me?!" I opened my mouth but fire came out, literal fire shot from my mouth. Freya was on the floor laughing.

"Help me!" I gasped as the fire continued.

Freya handed me another cannoli thing and I looked at her like she was mad, she huffed and shoved it in my mouth. Instantly the pain was gone.

"Well, what'd you think?" She grinned innocently.

"Had I been Lee, you wouldn't have given him the antidote," I chuckled as I went back to the brownies.

"Was it that bad?" Freya pouted slightly.

"It was brilliant really, what was the point of it?"

"Fire burner," Freya grinned. "You know, for your shop? Kind of reminded me of your-what was it-those fainting and throw up candies. But you know...not as gross."

"Sounds...interesting...actually it'd be perfect," I grinned as I rubbed my neck. "have you seen George around?"

"He's somewhere," Freya shrugged slightly.

"You have a version of that cannoli that won't burn my mouth?" Freya chuckled and handed me one that she had just finished filling. I left Freya to continue to cook as I walked to the small bedroom where I found George looking for something in his rucksack.