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Fratie TWOshot this time! The sketches will be up on my profile page when the second chapter is posted - Thursday or Friday night, most likely.
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Katie
I licked my lips and looked at George.
"It's your birthday next week, isn't it?" I knew it was. I was Fred's fiancée, I had known him for ten years now, and I knew exactly when his birthday was. I just liked messing with George - he didn't like getting older at all.
"Yes, Katie. Yes it is." He huffed slightly and I grinned at him, "And I hate you, you know that, don't you?"
"Yep." I nodded and smiled at him, grinning widely. He grinned back at me, and then his eyes flickered over my shoulder at the doorway. "Hey Fred." I murmured without turning around.
"Afternoon, beautiful," He slipped his arms around my waist and kissed the skin on my neck, I leaned back into his arms, tilted my head and pressed my lips to his, lacing my fingers in his hair and held his lips against mine until we both needed to breathe. "Good day at work?"
"Eh." I shrugged and picked up the envelope I'd received through the post, staring at it for probably a second too long. "Not too bad."
Why now?
"What've you got there, Kitty-Katie?" I could have stabbed George in the eye with my wand, I really could. Couldn't he see that it was private?
"It's nothing." I said softly, "Just work stuff." I vanished it and Fred looked at me for a long minute, a small frown forming on his face.
"You alright, Katie?" He murmured softly as we both went to change from work stuff into clothes we could just doss around in. "You don't look so good."
"I'm alright, love," I kissed the top of his head as he searched in the drawers under our bed for a pair of slippers, and he reached up to kiss me again. "I'm just…tired." I sighed and he closed the drawer with a rumbling snap, then sat beside me on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my knuckles lightly. I grinned up at him and he licked his lips before touching them gently to mine, holding me tightly.
"I'll let you alone for a bit?" He asked softly, murmuring the words into my hair. I nodded glumly and he released me and kissed me softly again, "Love you, gorgeous." I rolled my eyes at him and he smiled back. "Why not tell the truth?"
He shut the door behind him, and within a second I had made the envelope reappear.
Katie,
Of course I'll do it for you, name the time and the place and I'll be there, or would you prefer to come to me?
Dennis
I grinned to myself and fell back on the bed, quickly scribbling a reply to him and sending it with Growler, my Bonsai Owl. I relaxed then, trying to settle my nerves about what was to come.
Half an hour later, I stepped out of the shower and ran downstairs; wrapping my arms around Fred as I almost threw myself into his lap. He laughed and kissed me lightly on the lips, wrapping his arms around me.
"Feeling better?"
"Yeah, lots." I looked over at George, who seemed to be completely fixated on watching the wall as the firelight flickered in the darkness, "Sweetheart, I'm going to be home late tomorrow night," I whispered. He nodded and smiled at me, kissing me lightly on the collarbone.
Fred had always been touchy-feely with me, he liked to know that I was there, one way or the other, and I liked feeling wanted - his hands were always warm and gentle. He could talk as well, and we connected on a level I don't think I ever thought had existed, often we could stay up until midnight, just talking about nothing.
"You guys want dinner?" Angelina's voice rang out through the huge apartment we shared. "I got Chinese from down the road." All of us turned to look at her, suddenly starving and desperate for food. She laughed and waved her wand, spreading the food out on the table in the dining room, all of us practically sprinting for the food.
"I guess we're hungry, then?" Fred laughed as all of us piled our food up on our plates and started shovelling it into our mouths. I laughed loudest, earning looks from Angelina and Fred, one of concern, one of sheer incredulity.
"You alright, Katie?" Angelina started lightly, and Fred frowned again. "Is there something you need to tell us?"
"What?!" I'm not pregnant. Am I? There was an awkward silence, and I could have kissed George for half-choking on some Satay Chicken.
After we'd eaten, I offered to clear up and Fred followed me into the main kitchen, folding his arms and staring at me.
"You're pregnant." He said flatly. I burst out laughing and he looked at me, I think almost frightened I'd suddenly gone insane.
"Excuse me? I don't think you decide the condition of my womb, Fred."
"But-" I stepped over to him and slipped my arms around his neck.
"When have I ever kept anything from you?" I smiled and kissed his neck gently, knowing I'd hit right on his weak spot. He whimpered and I actually felt his muscles moving lightly as he swallowed nervously, his hands slid down my back and I squeaked against his skin, nipping at him lightly.
"I - ihh, bloody hell, Katie-" I grinned and pulled away, he pulled me back to him, touching his lips to mine again.
"Love you, Katie." He grinned dopily and let me finish cleaning the kitchen up, still watching me with his bright eyes and a silly, ridiculous grin still on his face.
"Love you too." I smiled, "And for the record, if I was pregnant, I would have told you straight away, sweetheart." I winked and touched his cheek lightly again, before Fred practically yanked me upstairs and into our bedroom, throwing me on our bed carefully and crawling up my body in his characteristically predatory way.
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Less than twenty-four hours later, I was sat, clad only in the blood-red lingerie Fred had bought me for Christmas and a large, fluffy blue dressing gown which belonged to my fiancé. I had never worn the underwear before, it was a little stiff on the bra-straps, but other than that I was perfectly comfortable, the dressing gown making me feel totally at home.
What the hell was I saying? I was the least comfortable I had ever been, apart from the time Fred had seen me naked after accidentally opening the bathroom door as I was getting out of the shower, then blushed and legged it.
"You alright, Katie?" Dennis Creevey was standing in the doorway, smartly dressed and holding his brother's camera. He had stepped into his brother's shoes after the war and was a natural at photography, though he preferred the still images of the muggle world to the moving pictures most commonly found in the middle of the Daily Prophet.
"Just a bit nervous, Den'." We'd become friends after the war, I helped him out when he was working at events, and being a publicist for the Appleby Arrows, I had a fair bit of sway with some of the advertisers in the business.
"It's alright, you've never modelled before." He grinned at me, and proceeded to start a stream of inane chatter which would last for hours, I knew, if I didn't stop him.
"I know." I blushed.
"So, these are for him, then?" Dennis had always held Fred and George in high esteem, they'd rescued him from the giant squid about three hundred times and he'd never really got the chance to repay him.
"Well…" I grinned at Dennis shrugged. "I've got scars from the war. Lots of scars."
He nodded and I sighed. I didn't like talking about the fire that had burned me, but I liked that it was Fred who had saved me.
"And… they've sort of knocked my confidence a bit." I let the blush creep up my face and I sighed.
"Doesn't he-"
"He always tells me I'm perfect." I smile, "But… I know he loves me."
"So?"
"So he'll tell me that either way. I wondered if I could make myself understand it." I sighed again and he laughed lightly.
"You'd be surprised how many girls just ignore those words, Katie." I grinned sheepishly at him and sighed lightly. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah," I swallowed, "I guess so." I smiled at him, "Position away, Mr. Creevey."
For a long second, he looked at me and frowned, then blinked twice and told me to grab the white blanket on the top of the pile in the corner. It was short, almost like a towel, and as I complied with his request to wrap it around me and lie down on the scarlet duvet covers, it left a sliver of skin exposed across my chest and down to my thigh.
"Perfect," He murmured, before proceeding to fan my hair around and mess with me as I laid there, slightly confused.
"What else?" I murmured, an hour later and thirty different positions, some of which didn't even merit a photo, just a huff a sigh and a shake of his head.
"I think, just one more." He said softly, rolling up his sleeves and picking up the "Stand up, and take the scarlet dress that's over there." He nodded in the direction of it and moved the dressmaker's dummy he had in the corner into the centre of the room.
"What do you want me to do? Pretend to be sewing?"
"No," He laughed lightly and told me to stick the dress on the dummy and do what I was told.
I breathed out and followed instructions, sliding the dress over the dummy, and setting myself slightly apart from it.
"Now what?"
"Pull your hair up the way he likes it." He paused and looked at me, "You remember when you came back after the Yule Ball?" I stopped, "I still have the pictures my brother took for you guys." I blushed bright pink, "They were probably his best couple shots."
I remembered Colin Creevey taking pictures of us all, singly and then practically forcing us into pairs to get what I later called 'Prom photos'. I remember complaining when Angelina had practically dived for George's arm, scared of the abuse her feet had suffered by the hand of Fred as they had danced during the night, and Alicia had grabbed Lee, leaving me alone to have Fred wrap his arms around me and play with my hair.
"I'll go and get them." He said softly, disappearing from the room as I pulled the dressing gown up around me and tried to remember what I had done with my hair.
I knew I would never be able to replicate it without Angelina, and so decided I would simply dampen my hair, scrunch it up and dry it, making it messy and bright, just like Fred liked it now.
"Oh!" Dennis was back, "That looks perfect." He threw the photo-album onto the bed and I sighed. "Now," I submitted to his pose, never taking my eyes from the camera and staring into the middle of the night, determined not to look away. "That's perfect."
It took one photo.
One perfect picture.
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