Kept You Like An Oath;Fred Weasley

Fred comes walking in, his hair, which was also chopped short like George's, sopping wet; he's just showered. He's wearing plaid pj bottoms that hang low on his hips, leaving a sliver of that deep v exposed. A black tee clung to his upper body and torso, accentuating his muscular arms and chest. I clench my things together. Jesus, he looks so...different.

"Look who it is!" George says when Fred doesn't realize I'm here, walking toward the kitchen. Fred looks up, spotting me and stopping in his tracks, his mouth falling open slightly. I stand awkwardly, instantly forgetting how to stand or what to do with my hands.

"Hi Freddie," I say and start walking over to him. A grin breaks out across his face and he immediately tackles me in a bear hug, spinning me around. "Fred!" I yelp, laughing as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Sorry, I just missed you," he mumbles, squeezing me tighter to him before setting me down.

"Well that was evident," I tease, imitating his shocked state. George snorts behind his hand and I smirk at Fred, who rolls his eyes. George excuses himself and I can hear him laughing on the way upstairs.

Fred scoffs playfully, "Oh you cannot be talking. You were the one acting all weird and shy with your little 'hi Freddie' line."

"At least I said something and didn't just stand there gaping like you did."

"Well, it's hard not to when you're standing in front of me," that comment has a blush crawling up my neck and threatening to spread across my cheeks. "You've changed quite a bit since last year y'know."

"So have you Fred," I mumble, looking away from his eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed. I glance back up to find him smirking slightly.