It's Not A Prank.

-Chapter 2-

Fred's POV:

        I feel her pull the blanket out from under me. I quickly glance at her covering herself in it. I look back up at the ceiling and take a deep breath. As I look back over, I realize she had fallen asleep. After admiring her a bit longer, I turn my attention to the door as the floorboards behind it creak. I focus back on the ceiling as the door is pushed open and my twin walks in. 

"Helllooo loverboy." He practically sang; I groaned in response.

"I see you have Sleeping Beauty here." He lowers his voice. 

        It took me a moment to realize what he was referring to. That one muggle movie with the blonde princess and the horned woman.

"She promised me if she could take a nap, she wouldn't get me back for waking her up at 5 am. Like I personally suggested it?" I jokingly scoffed, eyes still fixated on the ceiling. He hummed his response then moved to sit on his bed. I turn to see an over joyed face staring back at me.

"What?"

"Oh nothing," he mumbles as he turns his gaze to the door then back to me. "Just surprised you aren't cuddling." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oh shut up." I scoff.

"I'm only joking." He chuckles and gets up. Looking down at me he jokingly says, "ask her out before I do," and walks out of the room. 

        I roll my eyes and sit up softly, being sure not to wake Rose. But to no avail, I hear her rustling around. I slowly turn to look at her. Her big green eyes staring back up at me. 

"Freddie, where you going?"

"Just downstairs, love. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Oh," she sadly mumbles.

"I can stay up here if you'd like." I quickly respond.

"Please," she groggily replies.

        I sit with my back up against the side of the bed near her head. Her hand reaches up and ruffles my hair. I blush slightly laying my head back. Her face moves closer as her emerald green eyes bore into mine. She flashes a small smile and lays back down, her arm wraps around me and she falls back to sleep. I admire her soft features as she peacefully rests. Her soft breathing, her rose tinted cheeks, and her chocolate colored freckles. I drift off into a light sleep with nothing but Rose on my mind. The sound of the bedroom door pulls me out of my slumber.  

"I was taken prisoner." I mutter, eyes still closed.

"So sappy," He laughs. "Anyways Mum told me to come get you guys for breakfast. Have fun waking her up a second time today."

"Technically it's the third time."

"Oh bloody hell, you'll be dead before you get down there." He gives me a cheeky smile and leaves the room. As I hear him run down the stairs. I slowly turn to Rose. Bloody hell is right.

Rose's POV:

        As my dream is chased away once again, I flutter my eyes open to see my favorite redhead shaking me awake. A smirk reaches my face and pull the pillow out from underneath my head and hurl it at him. Unfortunately he catches it and smacks me with it.