Muggle | 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

Chapter 91

The next morning, just so it would be safer, I took the Floo Network straight to Fred and George's shop.

     It was pretty early and so the place was empty of costumers, and even the twins didn't seem to be down yet.

     Sure that they were probably still asleep in their beda, I walked upstairs and opened the door to their flat, which was surprisingly unlocked, considering the state of things.

     When I went inside, I saw that their fireplace was already lit and no voice could be heard other than the cracking fire.

     "These lazy boys," I sighed to myself and shook my head, walking across the hall and opening the bedroom's door.

     There I saw Fred, sleeping on the bed with his back to me, his bright red hair sticking out of the blanket which he had pulled up on his face.

     Slowly, I went forward and sat at the edge of his bed, shaking him lightly. "Psst. Wake up," I whispered.

     He stirred in his sleep and finally turned around. But the moment he pulled the blanket off his head, I jumped up with a yelp as I saw George's face, who was glaring up at me with sleepy eyes.

     "Oh, shoot!" I clapped a hand to my mouth from shock. "Sorry, I thought you were Fred."

     "Oh, what an awesome girlfriend you are, Snappy," he said sarcastically.

      "Hey, it's not my fault!" I retorted as he yawned. "Fred didn't tell me which room was his and I don't know why I thought this was his. Besides, I couldn't see your face!"

     "Well, now that you've seen my gorgeous face, you can go to the room on the left to your boyfriend," he said grumpily, pulling the sheets up to his face again.

     "Right," I nodded uneasily, leaving the room as quickly as possible and opened the door to the other one.

     Trying to forget my awkward mistake, I closed the door behind me as I walked in, seeing Fred on his bed, his face showing under the sunlight which had crept in through the window.

     "Freddie?" I called him out softly, walking towards him.

     By that, Fred stirred awake at the sound and then a smile made its way over his lips as he sighted me.

     "Hello, beautiful." He beamed up at me with a smile, his eyes only half-open due to the light.

     "Why are you two still in bed?" I asked. "Shouldn't you be up for work?"

    "Nah." He yawned. "We've got Mondays off."

     "What!?" I exclaimed angrily. "And you're telling me this now!?"

     "Yeah." He chuckled, closing his eyes again. "Thought it would be funny."

     Shaking my head at him, I sighed in defeat. But with that, a thought suddenly made its way to my head and so, I started kicking off my shoes and walked towards the bed, getting under the covers beside him.

     Fred's eyes shot open as I pulled the sheets over me and nuzzled into his chest. "Er... Lex? What are you doing?"

     "Taking a day off."

     Fred chuckled again, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer to him. "If this is gonna happen each time you take a day off, then you can have every day off."

"Now, now, Freddie. Don't get too used to it," I said, closing my eyes with a grin.

"Says the one who's practically humming from comfort."

"Shh... enjoy the peaceful quiet."

     "I'd rather do something else."

     My eyes widened at that, catching him smiling at me cheekily. "What do you mean?" I asked him hesitantly.

     "Breakfast, of course!" he said cheerfully, getting out of bed. "I'm starving."

***

I waited for Fred in the small living room while he took a quick shower and finally came out, already dressed, and so we walked to the kitchen together.

     "Now, what do you want for breakfast?" he asked, looking through their stuff. "We have eggs and... er... we just have eggs."

     "That sounds good enough," I shrugged, sitting behind the small table inside the kitchen, which only had four chairs around it.

     "Alright, Miss Hooper," said Fred, getting out the eggs. "Brace yourself, cause you're gonna eat the most delicious breakfast you've ever had."

     "Oh, yeah?" I raised a brow, sounding impressed. "You're a good cook?"

     "I don't know yet." He shrugged with a grin. "But let's find out, shall we?"

     I laughed, watching Fred struggle to make scrambled eggs for the next few minutes. "Then what did you and George do for your meals, if you don't usually cook?"

     "Leaky Cauldron," he replied.

     "It's pretty dangerous now, though," I said. "You should be more careful when you go out."

     "Instead of worrying about You-Know-Who, you should be worrying about U-No-Poo," he said and I giggled. "We want to make a poster of that quote. It's awesome."

     Just then, the door to George's room opened and he came out sleepily, rubbing his eyes and yawning, his red hair messy and all over the place.

     "Is that breakfast I'm smelling?" He grinned, walking inside the kitchen. But his smile faded when he saw that Fred was cooking. "Welp, seems like we're spending the night at St. Mungo's, then."

     "Don't be ungrateful, Georgie," I said with a smirk. "Be glad that I'm not the one who's cooking, or you'd be dead before you could even get to St. Mungo's."

     We kept on teasing Fred as he cooked, but when the scrambled eggs were finally ready, the three of us were surprised that it actually didn't turn out too bad.

     "Why didn't you cook before?" said George. "We could've spared both time and money!"

     "Because I would only like to show off my awesome hidden talents for my girlfriend," said Fred, winking at me.

     We kept busy with our breakfast, but just then, our heads turned when we heard an owl knocking at the kitchen window with its beak, a letter tied to its leg.

     "I'll get that," said George, standing up and opening the window, letting the owl inside.

     He took the letter off his leg and as the owl flew away, George opened it and started reading through.

     "What is it?" asked Fred, trying to hide the anxiousness in his voice.

     "It's from Bill," said George, rereading the short letter. "Says we better go home tonight. Apparently, he has an announcement to make."

     "Announcement?" Fred questioned. "About what?"

     "Dunno," George shrugged, sitting back behind the table.

     Meanwhile, I laid back on my chair as I sipped on my drink with a grin, knowing exactly what the announcement was.

     It was time to say hello to the future Weasley member, Miss Phlegm.