Authors Note: I'm not properly happy with this story and it seems really short but i don't think i'll make it any better so i decided to post it anyway.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but my parents did hide my Hogwarts letter from me.

Speechless

Katie had been friends with the Weasley's as long as she could remember. Her mum had been best friends with Mrs Weasley when they were at Hogwarts and now Katie was best friends with her sons Fred and George.

They always seemed to expect her to end up with one of the twins, Katie smiled to herself, they had been half right. When she was smaller she used to do everything with the twins, she would help them as they pranked Ron and Percy and even gave them some ideas. Of course now they couldn't do everything together, but she often visited them at their shop and went to The Burrow for Sunday Dinner every week with the whole family.

"Oi, Katie!" she heard, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"What?" she yelled back, knowing it must have been one of the twins.

"We were talking to you, but you were a bit out of it." George replied.

"Oh… I was just thinking."

"Didn't know you could think, when did that happen?" Katie raised her eyebrows at them, warning them what they already knew was about to come. Then suddenly she had lunged on top of them and was sprawled across the two of them on the sofa, her feet stuck up in George's face.

"Eww, Katie!"

"Yes, George?" she asked innocently

"Get your feet out of my face." He replied trying to push them away. Slowly she rested them on the arm of the sofa, but still lay sprawled across the two of them. No matter how much they tried she wouldn't budge.

"Hey! Charlie, come help us get this lump of us, she's too heavy to be budged." Fred shouted, getting his brothers attention.

"Oi!" She yelled back indignantly "I am not fat!"

"We didn't say you were fat Kates, just heavy, you decided you were fat by yourself." He replied. She poked her tongue out at him and crossed her arms as if to say she wasn't going to move.

"Why don't you just tickle her?" Charlie asked, deciding it was too much effort to get out of his chair to help them.

"Kates isn't ticklish, don't know what's wrong with her but it never seems to affect her."

"Really?" Charlie asked, eyebrows raised, "Maybe you're just not any good at tickling people."

As he got up out of his chair Katie's eyes widened in panic, she crushed herself into the twins, trying to escape him as he came closer.

Suddenly a scream was heard throughout the whole house as Katie rolled off the twins onto the floor trying to get away from Charlie, somehow he always managed to find a way to make her ticklish, either that or the twins were just rubbish at tickling people. Charlie chuckled as she rolled onto the floor gasping for breath, his eyes were drawn to her heaving chest and he was once again reminded of how much she'd grown up from the little kid she used to be.

Spending so much time with her he was reminded of it often though, then he caught the glint in her eyes and that mischievous smile and he knew he wasn't going to get away with tickling her. Suddenly she smashed him into the sofa he had previously been sitting on and started hitting him over the head with one of the cushions. But she was stopped as his hands grabbed her wrists causing her face to turn into a huge pout at him for stopping her fun.

Her eyes looked up into his as the twins were still laughing in the background at how Katie had fallen of the sofa, they didn't realise what was happening otherwise they would have probably stopped it. Not that it mattered if they did; it had happened before and would definitely happen again.

The twins suddenly broke off their laughter as they realised their brother and best friend were in a heated liplock, and for once they didn't know what to say.