Well I heard this really cute song but I refused to make it a song fic so I'm going to write the first thing that popped into my head after I went all 'writer-mode'. and by writer I also mean review whore. Hahaha
He searched the kitchen. The pantry. The cupboards--even the one under the stairs. He checked every conceivable place that a food driven Katie Bell just might be found. But it seemed as if she had simply disappeared. With one last check in the oven, Fred Weasley decided that the 16 year old had officially left the building.
It had been a lazy Sunday in the middle of the summer. One of those perfect days to have everyone over just because they could. And that's what the Weasley's did. With a long table set out outside in the garden, the closest of family friends had flooed and apparated over. How ever the only person Fred had been able to tear away from their summer vacation was none other than the pre-mentioned Katie Bell. Although Angelina was away somewhere in Egypt, Lee in Chicago visiting family, and George and Alicia sneaking off for the past million hours, Fred couldn't say he minded. When Katie wasn't MIA she was far more than his closest friend. She was invaluable with her laugh, sarcasm and crooked smile that she only sent his way, making it only his, not to mention everything else that made her undeniably Katie Bell.
But where the hell she was at the moment was currently a mystery to him.
With a slight huff he sat down on the back steps of the burrow, resting his elbows on his knees, his brows knotting together at the absent of the golden blonde. The 17 year old looked around the backyard. His brown eyes skipped over Percy who was not so quietly questioning where George and Alicia had been for the past forever, they skipped over Charlie and Bill who had currently collaborated in attempts to beat Ron at chess on the long table. He continued to skip over his mum and Katie's mum who were talking to an old friend from school. Skipping over Ginny and Hermione who were probably talking about guys while Harry was not so subtly eavesdropping as he read his book, he caught sight of a speck of yellow and a smile crept across his freckled face. Katie had showed up wearing a yellow sundress that fit her in all the right places and billowed around her knees when the light summer breeze picked up--her Sunday best no doubt. So with out further thought on the matter he got to his feet and made his way over towards the unbalanced looking oak tree at which the yellow speck had been sighted underneath.
And of course what else would he find underneath the scattered sunlight, cloaked in shadows of the leaves above and among the undeniably-high-uncut grass but Katherine Ann Bell asleep? She was laying on her back, on arm tucked under her head while the other was laid across the white band on the waist of her yellow dress. She was naturally barefoot-her shoes long discarded, her legs slightly bent, ankles seemingly glued together, and naturally her hair was pulled into elf knots by the wind with grass, leaves and twigs getting caught as well. As the fringe of her golden blonde hair fell in front of her closed eyes with the rise of her breath, Fred tried to ignore the fact that she was drooling slightly. So instead he watched as one of her tanned shoulders twitched slightly in her sleep before settling again and then his eyes drifted up to her face where he wondered if she would ever let him play connect-the-dots with the sun-made freckles on her nose.
Too bad he already knew the answer.
The soon-to-be-seventh year rolled his brown orbs at her unsaid answer as a small gust of wind blew by, slightly disturbing the yellow around her legs. The wind also sent the grass stirring, dancing in front of her ski-sloped nose, tickling it gently which sent a loud sneeze out of the sleeping Bell.
He was sorely tempted to wake her. How could he enjoy that crooked smile of hers if she was asleep? But how could he just wake her up when she looked like that? When she looked just so blissfully at peace and at ease? That wouldn't be fair. And he couldn't deny he'd be rather grouchy at her if she happened to wake him up even from the most restless of sleeps. Though he couldn't rightfully say he would be grouchy at her for more than a few moments. That crooked smile always got to him somehow.
So instead he plopped down on the grass to the right of her. Sitting with his legs splayed out in front of him, he scowled at his jeans. He should've known it would've been to hot to wear them. With a silent scoff to himself he let himself fall on his back, shoulder to shoulder with her. He mimicked her own arm with his two, folding them under his head and watched the clouds pass above through the gaps in the leaves. As another breeze blew past and ruffled up his hair, he took in a deep breath, smelling whatever it was that made summer days smell like summer days, and figured it was no doubt that Katie would fall asleep here of all places. It was a bit off from the hustle and bustle in the garden, so now instead of Charlie's cries of defeat sounding like a dying dog, but instead faded into the happy murmur that engulfed the two teens.
His eyes now too where mimicking the green ones that were hidden beneath Katie's closed lids. As his eyes drifted lose he felt something rather Katie-shaped object fall against him. Peeking one eye open he caught sight of the top of one very tussled golden blonde hair resting on his chest. He heard some soft snoring and chuckled to himself slightly as she slid the arm previously draped over her waist to slide across his chest as she rolled onto her shoulder more comfortably, mumbling something sleepily.
"….Pompous Pigheaded Percival…" she murmured. "…don't even mention Wood…he's as dull as a log…"
Fred held in a rather loud snort at the mention of their previous Quidditch captain. Katie would always pull out that insult when he called her a dumb-bell. He rolled his eyes as he continued to think of their lame comebacks, pretending not to notice how his hand somehow ended up resting on her waist. Purely incidental of course.
So for the next half hour they laid like that. Fred would drift in and out of sleep and when he was awake he would stare up through the leaves, enjoying sensation of Katie's breath sweeping across him every few moments reliably. It wasn't until he heard his mother calling for everyone as she set another course out, that he could finally wake her up.
"Kates, Kates," he said softly as he propped himself up on his elbows, "Kates you got to wake up."
As her rather comfortable sleeping spot began to deteriorate, Katie started the struggle that was opening her eyes.
"Fred?" she asked, her green eyes finally settling up on him after looking around groggily. One arm still across his waist she propped herself up on her other elbow. He gave her a warm smile, "Oh, hi Fred."
"Hi Kates," he laughed lightly, trying not to notice how the spaghetti strap of her dress fell off her shoulder again.
Her green eyes darted around the scene below in the garden. Alicia and George still hadn't come back from their 'stroll' and Percy was voicing his opinion on this matter rather loudly, Charlie was still claiming that Ron had cheated. As if finally regaining her bearings, grogginess now gone her eyes darted back up to him. "Did you know you're really rather comfortable?"
Although he didn't want to, he stood up and offered her a hand, "I figured after you started talking in your sleep."
"Oh gods," she groaned, pushing her strap back into place as he hoisted her up, "What did I say?"
"Nothing to damaging," he told her as she brushed the grass of the skirt of her yellow dress.
"Really?" she asked, looping her arm through the elbow he offered her as usual.
"I'm sure," he assured her with one of his trade mark grins as they reached the garden and the commotion inside.
"Well if you say so I guess it must be true," she said jocularly with a sarcastic undertone. He looked down at her, about to retort but was instead meet with that crooked grin of hers and any comeback he had in mind was suddenly flushed away.
I was going to end this differently but im too lazy and too tired to comprehend anyything that has to do with rhetoric. Maybe ill make it a twoshot but right now its like three in the morning and I really need to catch up on my z's. tell me if you want to finish it or what. So yeah, that involves leaving me a nice long review. Because if im running on zero sleep I need to revive myself on reviews. Hahaha.
Lots o love!