Things That Rhyme With Orange

Fred was sitting at a small desk, scratching away on a piece of parchment. His quill was wearing down and he would soon have to replace it. Every few minutes though he stilled his scratching and looked at the sleeping form on his bed.

Her hair was spread out over the pillow, her lips slightly parted and her chest rose and fell as she slept. He smiled as he looked at her, and his brain refueled he continued writing.

At 3 a.m. he fell dropped his third quill and tossed fourteen pieces of parchment into the garbage bin. One paper was left on the desk the; ink on its surface drying quickly. Fred Weasley stood up and stretched, then turned around and slipped under the covers next to the love of his life. He tried to be quiet and smooth as he pulled the covers up to his bare chest.

She stirred, but did not wake and then rolled over, her head on his chest. The redhead smiled and wrapped his arms around her protectively, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

He Cooks Breakfast

Hermione sat straight up in the bed she was just sleeping in. Her brown hair was hanging over her shoulders as she looked around the bedroom. She flopped back into the fluffy, layered pillows and smiled at the orange ceiling.

That ceiling had caused her countless hours walking through a muggle department store looking at paint cards. Blue ones, and green ones, brown, purple, yellow, gray, mauve, taupe, white, pink, red, black, and all sorts of other colors. There were many other colors and Hermione didn't want to think about it. She finally let Fred pick out the color he had wanted from the very beginning.

Orange. That dreadful color she had hated, but she loved Fred so much that it didn't matter what color their ceiling was. She loved it now. She loved everything about this house, and Fred, and the entire Weasley family. She closed her eyes and lay there on the bed for a moment more. Soon she picked up the distinct smell of frying sausage, eggs being scrambled, and pancakes being flipped.

Sitting up and slipping out of bed she picked up the robe from the chest at the foot of the bed and tugged it on. Her feet were bare, so as she walked down the hallway and then stairs to the kitchen she was silent as a mouse.

Fred stood at the stove with a spatula in his hand and a smile on his face. On the counter was a magical radio that was set to a station that played small time, not yet famous bands. The redhead was wiggling along to the song playing as he flipped another pancake. Hermione waited until he wasn't occupied with the hot food on the stove and slipped her arms around his waist. She pressed her cheek against his back and squeezed his tightly.

"Well then, good morning there my love," Fred said after pulling her around and wrapping his arm securely around her shoulders. "Did you sleep well?" She nodded against his chest, her eyes closed and she had a smile on her face. Fred picked up the lone pancake in the pan and set it on a plate. "Ready to eat Hermione?" She nodded again and helped him carry the plates to the table.

"Why are there three plates here Fred?" Hermione asked as she went back for silverware. She was pretty sure she knew the answer already: George.

"Well, my sweet, beautiful, most amazing darling, my brother has decided to grace us with his presence this morning. He owled me last night and asked if that would be alright." Hermione arched an eyebrow at him as she took her usual seat at the table. Fred also sat down and smiled at her mischievously.

"So, you only made breakfast for your brother this morning?" Hermione tried not to laugh as she feigned anger at Fred. He opened and closed his mouth and shook his head denying her accusation.

"Hermione, now come on! I woke up just to make you this delicious breakfast this morning!" Fred frowned. "Honestly! Oh Hermione. If you only knew exactly how much I loved you!" Hermione smiled then, and Fred knew what she had been doing. "HERMIONE!" He jumped up from his chair and pounced on her, his fingers finding all of her most ticklish spots. "You evil little Witch!"

He continued to tickle her until a magnified voice boomed above them. "Someone is at the Door." Hermione slowly caught her breath and fixed her tousled hair as Fred hopped up and ran off to answer the door. She used her wand to heat up the food again, and stowed it away in the pocket of her robe just as Fred rounded the corner. A very baffled and confused Ron followed him loudly.

Hermione just blinked in surprise, this was not the brother she had expected to see.