Fred grinned. Before Scarlett could protest, the red head knelt down on one knee and took her hand, his eyes never leaving her face. A couple of onlookers glanced at the two, their interest peaking at the sight. Seeing Fred Weasley trying to seduce Scarlett McDonald into a date was nothing unusual, but marriage proposals were quiet unusual.

“Scarlett McDonald,” his voiced boomed and she could feel her blood rushing to her cheeks “Will you go on a date with me?”

“EXCUSE ME!” she heard someone yell and Scarlett looked up before being thrown to the ground by a red headed fury.

Her back hit the ground with a thud and she groaned. “Oh my god! Scar! Can you hear me? Are you alive? Oh no, I killed you! I’m sorry!” his voice was rushed, and she sighed in happiness. He hadn’t abandoned her.

“I’m here, Fredrick.” She whispered and he sighed in relief. “My back may be broken, but I’m here.”

“Just shut up Freddie,” she hissed and suddenly, all the hands stopped. All three red heads looked at Fred, who had turned a nice magenta color before bursting out into laughter.

“She calls you Freddie?”

“Oye, Freddie, pass me a leash!”

“Freddie, give me a foot rub please!”