Ginny/Harry tested! I am so excited. I haven't even finished writing it yet but I know for a fact that I already love it! Mostly because I got to incorporate a dream I had into it!

Percy will be the next chapter, as requested by just 4 fun. Though I must warn, I feel that Percy's chapter is not what you are expecting.

Read. Rate. Review. Be jolly and enjoy root beer barrels!


Fred was flipping through a book full of recipes idli. He needed to decide what to make so that he could go get the ingredients. His mother had suggested many recipes which had only led him to frustration. He didn't want to make her favorite because quite frankly, he had a feeling it would be a disaster. He wanted to impress her. It shouldn't be this hard! He had cooked before and it had turned out alright. He wasn't a novice and he considered himself quite proficient... at least with experiments he was. That should transfer to the kitchen, right?

He looked at his mother who was bustling around the house in her usual manner. She was picking up here, knitting there, cooking for everyone and trying to manage letters. She looked a little overwhelmed. He walked over to her and asked if he could help with anything. She looked extremely relieved.

"Go wake everyone up, dear," She said with a pat on his shoulder. She called after him as he went up the stairs, "And don't put anything in bed with your brothers!"

He chuckled as he went into Ron's room. He levitated Ronald out of bed and put a few pygmy puffs on his bare chest. The fuzzy creatures began to dance over his chest. He wiggled. They continued to tickle him until he woke up. He immediately fell to the ground with a loud thump. He cursed and Fred practically skipped out. He continued to wake his family up in the usual prankster fashion. He was about to burst into George's room when he heard the familiar sound of Angelina waking him up. He laughed and went to Ginny's old room.

Hermione was staying in it for the summer. Ginny had recently moved in with Harry in a flat. And though Hermione had protested at taking up an entire room, his mother had insisted. Hermione had politely thanked her and accepted the room. Ginny still had most of her things there considering it had only been a few days since they had signed the papers for the flat and they were taking their time to move in. In fact, Ginny still spent nights at the Burrow. Not that it was strange; they had yet to get their floo address switched thanks to slow ministry workings and though they could apparate it was much easier to just stay.

He knocked on the door and waited for his favorite brunette to wake up. After a few minutes he knocked again. And again. Hermione was clearly exhausted if she wasn't getting up yet. He opened the door slowly.

"'Mione?"

She was still asleep. She was laying on her stomach, an arm over her head, the other curling a pillow to her chest, her legs made a '4' and her hair was a halo of wild curls around her. He could barely see the pillow beneath the mass of hair. There was a quilt laying over her legs but he could see his shirt on her. She looked perfect and he wanted to crawl into bed with her and play with her hair as she slept. He would be lying if he said it didn't arouse him but he thought more of her than that. It was frightening but fuck, he wanted every part of her. He wanted to possess every inch of her. He would settle for her wearing his shirts for now.

He sat on the edge of her bed and moved a piece of hair out of her face. Her nose crinkled as his finger traced her cheek. He laughed to himself. He was being a total sap. He called her name again and she pressed her face into the pillow with a groan. He chuckled.

"Oi, Word Nerd, wake up or I'll snog you!" He teased. Don't wake up, he prayed silently. She grumbled something that he didn't quite catch.

He grabbed he hand and pressed a kiss into the back of her hand. "Warned you, didn't I?"

She turned a bit and looked up at him with one eye. He was grinning like an idiot. She laughed.

"Want another one? I've heard I'm quite talented with my mouth." He winked at her. She flushed and turned her head away from him. Her neck was exposed and the largeness of the shirt exposed her collarbone deliciously. Fred wanted to bite it. He couldn't resist the temptation. Without his consent, his hand snuck up and traced the bone. Her breath hitched and she looked at him with wide eyes.

He quickly covered for it. "What about right here next, yeah?" He quickly tickled her neck causing her to giggle. "Up you get, Love, or there won't be breakfast before your big meeting today."

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers and she flew out of bed. She fumbled around the room looking for clothes. Fred leaned back on the bed and crossed his long legs at the ankle. He propped his head up on his arms. He enjoyed watching her panic. It was cute. She was throwing clothes on the bed and a white silk shirt landed on Fred's chest. He picked it up. It was nice. He looked at the other clothes on the bed and grabbed a pair of grey trousers. He walked over to Hermione and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Breathe." She looked up at him and then closed her eyes taking a deep breath. He smiled. She opened her eyes and gave him an impish smile. "Wear this." He handed her the clothing. And strolled to the door he left without a second glance. He waited outside the door for a moment.

"Clever twat." She muttered but he had heard her. He popped his back in and boy, was he glad he did. She had the silk shirt clutched to her chest. Her very exposed, white lace covered chest. He could see her naked legs as well but, unfortunately, his shirt covered most of her panties. "Fred!" She squealed

"Come to this clever twat's flat for dinner tonight." He smiled and took one last look at her body before leaving. He ran down the stairs and tried to hide the brilliant grin on his face.

Shit! She really was perfect. Smooth milky skin and pert chest, a flat stomach, the slight definition of her hipbone, the slope of hips and legs that went on forever, despite her lack of height. He noticed her body wasn't overly generous. It was well proportioned and it was fit as hell. He was screwed. He fell for her in frumpy clothes but he was hooked when he saw her in her panties; her very white, very lacy panties.

He left the burrow and apparated to his flat. He would clean and cook until he got the image of her out of his head.

He would be cleaning and cooking for the rest of his life.


I hit my word count, so a part 2 is to come! What's he going to cook her? What will happen next?

And what will Percy's advice be?

Review please and tell me what you think!

Thanks for reading!