Fred Weasley practically threw his body up the stairs to his flat and once again bemoaned the fact that he lived on such a high floor in a building where the elevator hardly worked. At least the rent was cheap. He was willing to make sacrifices in order to keep funneling as much money as possible into his and George's joke shop.

He had moved out from the flat above the shop two months ago in order to live alone with his girlfriend. It was getting to be a bit too crowded with Angelina living with George as well. And there was also the incident where he had come in and the two had been in a very compromising position over the coffee table in the living room. He didn't want to risk witnessing that again, because as close as the twins were he could have lived without seeing that for the rest of his life, thank you very much.

Fred reached his door and all of his previous weariness faded as panic took its place. Wisps of smoke were coming out from underneath the door and he could hear the faint beep of the fire alarm. He rushed to unlock the door and stepped into his hazy living room.

"Luna?! Luna, where are you?!" He cried out, panicking. He felt his body sag in relief when he heard her voice call out to him.

"I'm in the kitchen. I tried to make a spot of dinner, but it didn't quite turn out," she replied. Fred's mouth gaped at how light-hearted she always sounded, even when it seemed she had almost burned the flat down.

"Out of curiosity, dearest, what were you attempting to make?" Fred walked over to where she was standing at the kitchen and looked in amazement at the scorch marks that had somehow managed to reach the ceiling. They would have to repaint the walls soon. Again.

"I know how much you loved the Italian place we went to the other night, so I attempted to make some linguini. It was all going alright until I added the oil," she shrugged as she continued to clean what Fred saw was a goop of black mass in a giant pot. It looked like she had been trying to make enough to feed three Hagrids. Fred admired her ambition.

Pasta, he thought proudly, she managed to get flames high enough to reach the ceiling with pasta. There was nothing his little witch couldn't do.

"I did manage to save one for us to share," she said, and wiggled a noodle in front of his face, "we could stuff our faces with this and then perhaps I could make us some sandwiches?"

She put one end of the noodle in her mouth and gestured for him to take the other with his mouth. She let out a quiet giggle as they both nibbled the noodle before capturing each other's mouths in a sweet kiss. Fred felt utter bliss at the sound of her laugh.

"How about I make the sandwiches and we go eat dinner in bed? I've also got a bottle of Firewhisky that's just calling our name," he suggested, giving her forehead a quick kiss before beginning to prepare their meal.

"Crumbs? In the bed? Fred Weasley, when will your devilish tendencies stop?" Luna replied before heading into their bedroom.

Fred finished up the sandwiches quickly, putting them on one plate and grabbing the Firewhisky with his other hand. As he entered their room he grinned widely. It seemed they were having naked dinner in bed.

Word Count: 599

Ferris Wheel: 12. (scenario) character a almost burns the house down cooking for character b

Hedge Maze: (food) linguini

Kissing Booth: Luna/Fred