The Raven and the Ginger

Chapter 4

"Gross guys! Get off each other!"

I open my eyes as I hear Ron come down the stairs, a grouchy look on his face. I assumed they weren't very happy to have been woken up before noon.

"What do you mean?" I ask before realizing that Freds head was now on top of my legs, his arms wrapped around my ankles. Whatever he gave me yesterday must have numbed the pain enough where it didn't hurt. I giggled a it and pulled my feet out of his grasp. His face fell onto the book that was under my leg and he quickly sat up, his face red."Was I comfortable enough for you then?" I laugh.

He rolls his eyes and stands up quickly. "I- um-"

"Oh hush. It's fine." I wince again as I try to stand up and I could feel as the tonic wears off and look up at him pleadingly. He nods and goes back to the cabinets.

"Oh- oh god, please tell me you didn't-" Ron looked as if he were going to
throw up.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" I say, confused at his sudden stature. "Oh! Ronald! No, we didn't do anything! I hurt my ankle yesterday trying to show your brother that I am in fact, superior to him in a quick quidditch match. Get your pea-sized brain out of the gutter." I sputter, face getting flushed once more. Why does it keep doing that? They tease me and the twins all the time. Why is it starting to feel different.

"Yeah, Ron. That's almost like Harry messing around with Ginny!" At this it's Fred's turn to roll his eyes.

"Fredrick! Are you going to help me over here?" I call, annoyed.

"You're telling me you tried playing qudditch in that?" Molly says worried, "You could have died!"

"But we didn't!" Says a voice coming down the stairwell.

"Hello George," I say as Fred dabs the cream on my swelling ankle.

"It's still that bruised?" He asks.

"Well, it could have been better, if this baffoon didn't feel it was necessary to use it as a pillow last night- Don't you dare." I interrupt myself as I see the look creeping onto his face,"It wasn't like that, and you know that. In fact, if you were doing your job last night, I wouldn't be in this mess." I cross my arms and raise an eyebrow at him.

"What? I couldn't see a damn thing in front of my nose, much less you or Fred on the opposite side of the pitch as me!" He yells back.

"Guys calm down, it's not that big of a deal." Ron says rolling his eyes at our arguing.

"Oh, that's not a big deal, but the thought of me snogging Fred is?" I shoot back.

"What! Freddie! You snogged Adola!" George looked shocked, but also excited as he turned toward Fred, "No wonder you didn't come back to our room last night!"

"No! Everybody out! This is getting rediculous!" Fred sighs as he throws his hands up, running them threw his hair once again, "We did not snog, shag or anything else you can think of. Get the hell upstairs or find something better to do will your lousy lives." Oh merlin, there are those butterflies again. This has to stop. I don't even know why it started.

Everybody but the two of us leaves into the kitchen and him and I are back sitting on the sofa together. I never noticed how flustered he had gotten during the whole debacle.

"I really am sorry about all of this." He says finally.

"Fred, it's fine," I reply, "They do this all the time."

"I know, it's just weird."

"You think being with me would be weird?" I tease him.

He looks at me and gives me that stupid side-ways smirk, "Oh absolutely. Could you imagine me being at your every beck and call? I'd die before I'd be old enough to run that shop."

"You think I would be bad? Could you imagine if you had children? I wouldn't be able to leave you with them for a second without worrying about the house being burnt down. I can't even leave you alone by yourself for a second." I laugh as he gets a stern look on his face.

"I think I'd be a great father!"

"Whatever you say Fred."

"I would be! I practically helped raise Ron and Gin!"

"I think they practically helped raise you, you scoundrel."

"Do you want kids?" He asks suddenly and I'm taken aback.

"E-excuse me?"

"Do. You. Want. Children?" He says slowly as if I suddenly became illiterate.

"I heard you the first time. I suppose yes." I reply thinking and rush to say, "Not right now obviously but someday yes, I would like to have kids."

"How many?"

"Why so many questions?"

"Just answer Ads."

I sigh and continue, "Maybe two or three. I don't think I could handle anymore."

"Ah, see that's why we aren't compatible. I want as many as possible. Maybe even 10"

I turn to him my mouth agape, "Frederick! I feel bad for your future wife!"

"Yes well, even if we didn't get that many we'd still have fun trying!" He says slyly smirking his head and once more he receives a slap to the forearm.

"You're disgusting"

"You love me"

"I love George more."

A loud gasp- "You take that back right now young lady!"

"No sir. Not unless you want to use that as your winning deal of our bet!"

"What do you mean? You practically won."

"Ah yes, almost and I was kicking your ass pretty good but unfortunately I am now slightly crippled from my little 'tumble down the stairs' that somehow landed me off your property. If I recall correctly that does make you the victor."

"Wicked! However I think I'll wait for a more promising situation."