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Katie Bell

"I'm not coming!" Emmie screeched through the house and a surge of joy rushed through me, "Forget it, and forget you! Let Katie bring lover boy with her-" And there goes all of the fun.

"Fred is not my boyfriend!" I heard myself screaming it from my cross-legged position on my bed before my mind actually processed that I was yelling. "Em! I hate you! I really, really do!"

"Noted, Witch Bitch!" She returned loudly, and mum appeared in the doorway to my room, smiling slightly.

"Would you be interested in bringing someone?" She said softly, "And, Katie, it doesn't have to be a girl… you are booked in for a twin room, so-"

"I'll… I'll call Fred and ask him." I said, almost immediately and most definitely too quickly. "But no promises." She nodded and shut my door with a snap.

I picked up my telephone, looked at the handset for a long minute, then sighed. You'd think, at nineteen, a somewhat scarred war hero and Graduate of the Wizarding World, I would be able to use a landline and call my best-boy-friend, to ask him to go on holiday with me.

Well, apparently, no. for two reasons. One, I was madly in love with Fred Weasley, said best-male-friend, but that was another story. And two, he was a wizard, from a Wizarding background.

Phones, they did not have.

I was never exactly sure how they would react, being exposed to such muggle things, so I tried to keep my muggle and wizard life as far apart as I possibly could. I stared into the mesh of the handset again and sighed, then smiled lightly before dialling the number on the old piece of paper he'd given me about two and a half years ago.

"Hullo?" Percy Weasley answered on the second ring.

"Alright, Traitor?" I had called him that since the war had ended. He didn't seem to mind - he accepted that he had nearly got Fred killed by being careless, and that in not trusting Harry, he hadn't trusted any of us either, and personally, that hurt me, because we'd been rather good friends.

"Miss Bitch." We traded insults so easily now, it was as if we would be offended if we didn't. "What can I do you for today?"

"Fred, Please." I said, and I heard a low whistle at the other end of the line.

"Fred?" A laugh, "Katie, he's been bouncing off the walls since he last saw you, something about you throwing in your full-time job and taking on freelance writing so you could help out in the shop, and maybe a holiday-"

"Oi!" I could hear Fred through the line, yelling through the house, "Shut up, you prick! It wasn't funny when you pretended she was calling me the first time, and it's not fucking funn-"

"Katie's really here, Fred," A rustle and the phone was passed over, "See?"

"H-hello?" and for a second, I was struck totally dumb, I loved, and would probably never get over the sound of his voice. It was so melodious and jovial, and it made me warm inside. "See, Perce, I'm going to fucking murder-"

"No need for the killing, Fred." I squeaked the words from my throat, and at the other end of the line, I heard a long sigh and a low, possessive growl. Then, I assume, he dropped the handset, as there was a clatter and a loud, "Fuck!" as he retrieved it.

"K-Katie?" He murmured, thoroughly overjoyed, "That's really you?"

"Yes, you silly sod, of course it's me." I grinned and then smirked at the receiver, "Katie Bell, at your service."

"I've not spoken to you in-"

"A week, Fred."

"But it feels like foreverrrr." He groaned and I giggled.

"Well." I said softly, "I have a proposition for you." He laughed and I realised how it sounded from the other end. "You interested?"

"Perhaps, what is it?"

"Well, my sister's a moron, so I wondered if you wanted to come on holiday with us?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I think it's rather simple. We have a few days booked in Belgium."

"B-but… I-erm…"

"Would you like to come? You'd be sharing a room with me, money wouldn't be a problem, we're half board, so it's just lunch and dinner you'd need to pay for, and anything you'd need to buy-"

"When?" Fred's voice was light and breezy, but I could tell he was excited at the prospect of a muggle holiday.

"Three days, early in the morning, I hope you don't-"

"I'll be there." He said softly, then, "I'll be at your house the day after tomorrow, if I can stay? What will I need?"

"Of course you can stay," I wasn't going to tell him he couldn't, that would have been cruel and unusual. "And you'll need a passport, muggle money that we can change into Euros at the airport," He grunted his assent, "clothes for four days, I reckon, erm, pyjamas, a toothbrush, you know, the general stuff… I'm not really sure what things are there in Brugges…"

He was silent for a long minute, then he laughed and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I'll get a book on it. Magi-Muggle things in Brugges. If there isn't one, we can write one together. Fred and Katie, journalists extraordinaire." He laughed and I laughed again.

"So you'll come?" I tried to keep the hope out of my voice, but inside, I was bubbling with excitement.

"Yes." The single word was enough to make my brain explode with happiness. I let out a giggle and he laughed at the other end of the line.

"You're sure?"

"I'll pack tonight, Katie. I promise you." I was grinning again, and he closed off the conversation perfectly. "Night, Katie."

"Night, Fred." I heard him sigh.

"Love you, Kate."

"You too, Fred."

I put the phone down and shouted to mum that I'd be sharing my room with Fred. She shouted her consent and told me dinner wouldn't be long. I giggled to myself and threw myself down on my bed, giggling like a schoolgirl and looking over at the picture on my bedside table. It was of the pair of us, sitting on the stairs of the Entrance Hall, Fred's arms wrapped around me, hugging me from behind, my arms wrapped around him, my hands gone as they were wrapped around his back, tickling up his sides.

I smiled and laid back on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, grinning like a lunatic and barely able to wait for the day after tomorrow. There was a light tapping at the window about twenty minutes later, and I rose, opening the window, and taking the parchment off the leg of the owl.

I unfurled it and looked across the paper. In Frederick William Fabian Weasley's spidery, messy handwriting, were the following words.

Katie, I love you, really, I do.

Sweet dreams, and I'll see you soon.

Fred.

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