The 5 Musketeers

13| Baking With a Certain Weasley

Ummm so I decided to add a "bonus" chapter instead of getting to the main chapter I was going to write.

:)))

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"Miley- can you please do me a favor?" Mrs. Weasley asked. We just finished eating the lasagna I made for lunch and were relaxing in the sitting room.

"Of course," I said and stood up.

"It was Charlie's birthday last week and I told him I would send a cake over but I never got the chance," she said and started mumbling anxiously about cleaning the Burrow for the holidays but I cut her off.

"Of course I'll make it- how big?"

"Whatever size," she said, meekly.

"I'll help," Fred offered quickly and stood behind me.

Cinnamon and vanilla.

Ugh. Fuck me.

"Thank you- and you-" she pointed at Fred her warm smile gone, "Don't give Miley a hard time and don't make a mess. If I see one spot of flour..." she threatened, warningly.

"Got it, mum," he said kissing her on the head before following me to the kitchen.

Is it just me or is it precious when boys kiss their mums on the top of their head?

"Ok, get out the flour, eggs, milk..." I said getting on topic before Fred could change it.

"I'll get it," he said and rummaged through the kitchen. I leaned back to watch him get everything out.

So far so good.

"I got the flour," he called for the last thing we needed.

A bag of flour was in his arms and I gasped as he slipped on something and fell.

The bag burst open and coughed out flour.

Fred and I burst into a coughing fit, surrounded by a puff of flour.

"Okay, we can worry about that later," I said and he grimaced.

"Do you have any ideas for the cake?" he asked and I walked closer to the table to examine the ingredients.

"Well, Charlie likes dragons right?"

"Yeah." 

"Then a dragon cake he shall receive," I declared. 

"Sweet- how can I help?" he asked.

"Shouldn't you be pranking people?" I asked him at the same time.

"I'd rather help my favorite girl," he replied and I got goosebumps.

Bloody hell!

"You have flour everywhere," I cracked up, looking at him.

"So do you," he smiled and stepped closer to me.

I've been in this position with way too many people lately.

Am I slut? A whore?

He reached his hand to the side of my face and I got chills when he brushed the corner of my mouth.

"We should get started," I stammered quickly and turned around so he can't see me blush. I could feel him watching me as I cracked a few eggs and measured the flour.

"You know you can help me too," I sang as I poured a cup of milk into the measuring cup.

"Sorry- I got distracted by my favorite view," he winked at me.