"Are you serious, Gin?" I asked, smirking. The red headed girl held up a red t-shirt, holding it out to me.
"'Course I am, don't be stupid. It'll be funny." Ginny laughed, throwing the shirt at my head. I put out a hand to catch it, erupting into giggles.
"Where did you even get it from?" I asked, still slightly shocked at the words on the Gryffindor red top.
"That's for me to know, and for you to wear. Put it on." Ginny demanded.
"Alright, alright." I said, pulling off my sleep shirt and putting on the red shirt.
"Brilliant." Ginny said, grinning in approval at my new shirt. I quickly threw my long blonde hair into a messy ponytail and skipped down the stairs into the kitchen after Ginny.
"Morning all," I could hear Ginny sing to her family, as she approached the breakfast table. Suppressing giggles, I walked after her, taking my spot at the table between Ginny and Fred. The remaining 7 Weasleys (obviously not including Bill and Charlie, whom were off doing other things) were all pajama clad and bleary eyed. Mrs. Weasley was serving breakfast, a whirlwind of good smells and warm food, Mr. Weasley was reading the Daily Prophet while Percy babbled on about the all-amazing Mr. Crouch, Ginny was munching on a piece of toast, looking at me with wide eyes, and the twins were laughing at eachother as they threw bacon at eachother in a mini war. I reached over to give Fred a quick peck on the cheek and laughed when George hit him directly in the face with a piece of bacon.
"Good morning, Katie." Mrs. Weasley turned to greet me, a smile on her face.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," I responded as she handed me a plate. I quickly piled pancakes and bacon onto it, smothering both in maple syrup, keeping myself busy. I could feel more than one pair of eyes on myself as I stuffed food into my mouth, keeping my eyes down.
"Katie?" George asked from across the table.
"Mmm?" I hummed, raising my head to meet his eyes. His brown eyes were twinkling with suppressed laughter.
"I like your shirt, Kates." He responded, grinning. I could feel Fred's eyes on me, watching me. Shortly after I heard a choking sound to my left, and Fred's head was bent over his porridge, coughing slightly.
"All right, Freddie?" I asked sweetly.
"Quite, love." Fred replied, his voice slightly higher than usual. "In fact, that is most definitely my favourite shirt on you."
"That's my favourite shirt on you too, Katie!" George chimed, ignoring Fred's warning glare. I giggled quietly, reaching for Fred's hand under the table.
"Katie Bell!" Percy squawked, turning slightly red. "That is not appropriate attire!"
Oh crap, that did it. I thought, looking at Fred's parents. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are going to be livid. This was a stupid idea. Thanks a lot, Ginny.
To my surprise, Mr. Weasley took one glance at my shirt and guffawed loudly, his eyeglasses slipping slightly off his nose. Mrs. Weasley just rolled her eyes and collected the empty plates. Both parents left the room shortly after to get ready for the day.
"Is no one going to do anything about this disgusting piece of clothing?" Percy asked, livid.
"I quite like it," Ginny said, grinning at me. "It suits her."
"My family is a bunch of disgusting pigs!" Percy stated.
"Oh come off it, Percy." Ron spoke up. "Katie's only having a little fun."
Yes! Ron to the rescue! I whooped in my head, giving Ron a thankful look.
"Oh, well. If this glorious shirt really bothers you that much, dearest Percy-pants, Katiekins can just take it off!" Fred spoke up, releasing my hand to take hold of the bottom of my shirt. He tugged it up to my bellybutton before I could swat his hand away. Normally, I would have faster reflexes, but wow, that caught me off guard.
"Fred!" I squealed, over George and Ginny's booming laughter. Ron and Percy looked scandalized, and I couldn't help but laugh at their expressions.
"Aw, come on, Kates." Fred pouted slightly, looking like a sad puppy with his warm brown eyes, shaggy red hair, and sad expression.
"Not here, later." I loudly whispered to him, so that everyone at the table could hear it. Fred's goofy grin was immediately back in place, and he was on his feet in a split second. He scooped me up; bridal style and I couldn't help but screech a little. The only problem with dating Fred Weasley is that you have to expect the unexpected.
"Well my good family, it's been a hoot, but I've got things to do." Fred announced loudly. He turned on his heel and sprinted up the stairs, still carrying me.
"More like people to do." I could hear Ginny say in the kitchen.
Before I could hear the response to Ginny, Fred had carried me to his room that he shares with George. He kicked the door open and sprinted to his bed. I giggled and turned to look at him.
"So, I take it you like my shirt?" I asked innocently. He put megently down on his bed and walked over to the door to close it.
When he returned I gasped lightly, his eyes were dark and he had a mischievous smirk across his face. Truthfully, I thought he was incredibly hot, but I'd never admit it to Ginny. Before I could think anything else, his lips were on mine and my brain turned to mush.
"Katie Bell. That is a magnificent shirt." Fred said between kisses, his voice gravelly and low.
"Mmhm" I agreed, returning his kiss with equal fire.
"Katie?" Fred asked, breathing heavily.
"Yeah?"
"Take the shirt off." Fred smirked.
Giggling, I peeled off the shirt and threw it onto the floor.