From a challenge, the seven kisses. I choose Fred Weasly I, and this is seven of his kisses before his dead. (I THINK YOU NOW THIS, BUT I HAVE TO SAY IT ANYWAY: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR FRED WEASLY) Note: This is my first fanfic(in english), and it gonna be bad. But deal with my spelling mistakes and bad plot and simple words, please. I am just a norwegian teenager doing the best that i can.
(I THINK YOU NOW THIS, BUT I HAVE TO SAY IT ANYWAY: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR FRED WEASLY)
Percy Weasly
"FRED!" Percy yelled, and ran after his little brother. Fred, who was just four years at the time, was hiding under the dinner table, hoping that Percy wouldn't find him. But off course he did. "Freddie!" he said, and smiled. "No!" Fred yelled, but Percy caught him and hugged him. "Let me go, Percy!" Fred yelled, but Percy just hugged him.
"Never! From now on, you are my little teddy bear!" Percy said and kissed him. "I don't wanna!" Fred yelled, and then he screamed. "Yes, you are!" Percy said and hugged him. Molly Weasly, who stood right beside the table, giggled.
"Please please please please not! GEORGE!" Fred yelled again, and both of them heard footsteps down stairs. "Stupid boy!" Percy whispered, but kept hugged him.
Fred had always been, and will always be, his favorite brother.
But he was not only Percy's favorite. "LET HIM GO!" George yelled, and ran over to them. "I say it again: Never!" Percy said. But Fred tried his best to get out of his big brother's arms, and with George's help, they made it. "YAAYY!" the twins yelled. "I'm free, I'm free, I'm free!" Fred sung, and the twins ran upstairs again.
But under the table was Percy crying, because he had just seen that he would never be Fred's favorite. It was always George.