A/N I'm playing with the idea of doing it in Fred's POV but I'm afraid he might seem so mushy gushy, I don't know y'all promise not to hate me if I totally screw it up? Hope you had/are having an amazing Easter! In this you'll see Fred and George complete each other's sentences a lot, I think I'm going to make it where they do it a lot in the mornings. Cool with you? Great! Read on little child, read on!
Third Person POV
Fred watched trying to catch his breath as Taylor retreated into Ginny's room. His head spun he could feel his heart pounding in his head, and in his fingertips, and his toes, honestly he could feel his heart pounding everywhere. Was that the start of something new? Or just a late night exahustion thing?
Back in the kitchen it was only Bill. "Come here let me heal your face." Fred step forward and Bill took out his wand touching his nose. "Your lip isn't that bad, just say you fell or something." Lip, oh yeah he had busted his lip funny he hadn't felt it when they kissed. Fred thought. "George told me everything while you were taking Taylor up what happened, that's why I hate those things it's just drama. But I'm proud of you. Do me a favor next time?" Fred nodded. "Tell somebody. Probably me or Charlie. I know it seems like we're dinosaurs or something but we've been there I get the need to party. Just big parties like that bad things can happen you all got lucky tonight."
"So you aren't going to tell Mum?"
"This time but if it happens again.." He warned. "Now go get some sleep." He shoved Fred's shoulder towards the stairs. "G'night little brother. Oh, and congrats on the kiss." He winked.
"Ho-"
"I told you it hasn't been THAT long since I was in Hogwarts I know that spacy look well."
Fred smiled and walked to Ron's room. Laying down he smiled wider. "Kiss." He muttered happily. Turning over he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
(Time fast forwards sorry but for some reason it always deletes my little symbols to convey it. So things are going pretty good yeah? Don't count chickens before they hatch.)
"BOYS GET UP!" Mrs. Weasley was shaking each of the four boys like crazy. Fred groaned, George groaned, Harry groaned, Ron snored. "Mum what-" Fred started
"Time is-" George contiued.
"It?"
"It is nine thirty. The girl's, well mainly Taylor to start off with but Ginny and Hermione helped when they got up, made breakfast. It was a nice surprise." She smiled wistfully.
"Wait-"
"Taylor-"
"Is already-"
"Awake?" George finished.
Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes hating how they finished each other's sentences. "Yes,why wouldn't she be? Breakfast, come eat." She bustled out.
Harry and Ron stumbled out still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. George looked at Fred. "Dude why the hell is she already up?"
"I don't know!" Fred said. He remembered last night and smiled. He opened his mouth to tell George then changed his mind. "Let's go eat I'm hungry."
"Yeah me too."
In the kitchen everyone was gathered around the table, even Mrs. Weasley who for a very rare occasion was resting at a seat starring contently at the food in front of her. The food was pancakes of all varieties piled in impossible heights on plates, eggs by the gallons, and what appeared to be hundreds of pieces of bacon and round sausage. There was also pitchers of milk, orange juice, water, and Taylor's personal favorite cranberry juice. George muttered a few words under his breath that got disapproving looks from Mrs. Weasley.
"Holy-"
"Crow."
"This is-"
"Beast."
"How did-"
"You manage this?" They alternated.
Taylor tossed them dirty looks, careful not to look Fred in the eye. "Stop it, you guys confuse when you do that. And it was rather simple, I just recruited Charlie to magically silence all the alarms and roosters till about an hour ago in which I was already almost done with breakfast so your wonderful Mum couldn't do much. It wasn't my idea, it was Ginny's."
"Don't lie Tay. It was yours, I just helped you plan it."
"And we can't forget Hermione's help." Taylor said politely hugging each girl.
Mr. Weasley was beaming at each girl. "Now let's all sit down for a wonderful family breakfast." The sound of chairs being pulled across the floor as everyone scrambled to get a place at the table, then the clatter of plates and sound of food hitting the glass filled the air. Conversation was light, Fred several times tried to catch Taylor's eye to see what her reaction was to last night. One time, right after she'd finished shoving Ginny playfully he suceeded and she held his gaze for about point three seconds then looked down blushing.
After an hour there was a reasonable dent in the amount of food left and everyone was stuffed past a humane limit. The girl's graciously took the compliments given very humbly. Taylor stood up after a few moments of silence and said, "If you all would excuse me, I'm going to go for a stroll in the garden."
As she stood Fred did to. George looked up at him, "Wha-"
"Me too. It's kind of stuffy in here." Okay, he admitted it that was rather stupid lie but who could stop him. The screen door shut behind Taylor, Fred jumped realising he had just kind of awkwardly standing there. He hurried out the door onto the porch.
He watched her as she walked around the perimeter of the yard touching flowers here and there. With her back turned it gave Fred a chance to just watch, not in a creepy way but in a sweet way. She was wearing a short white sun dress that complimented her skin an amazing way, no shoes, and her dark brown with a hint of red hair fell loosely about her shoulders. She moved slowly and kept her back turned with determination, and she hummed a light tune.
Finally he swallowed hard and stepped off the porch onto the grass starting towards her. "Taylor look-"
She turned and looked at him. Her face wore a look of anger, with a hint of sadness behind it. "Don't start Fred, just don't even start."
"Start what?"
"I know exactly what you're going to say so spare me. Just don't tell anyone about it alright." She turned into the garden.
Fred opened his mouth flabergasted. "Wha-" He took a breath. "What do you mean?" He started after her winding his way around the bushed. She huffed still not slowing down staying several paces ahead of him. He lunged and took her wrist.
Taking that he spun her so that her back rested against the wood of the shed and they were blocked from the view of the house. He held her wrist above her head and said, "Now tell me what the hell has gotten into you!"
Her eyes raged as she tried to twist her wrist out of his grip. Well if she was being honest with herself, which Taylor often tried to do, she wasn't trying very hard at all. "Don't act like you don't know!"
"I'm not acting." Fred fought to keep his frustration out of his voice.
"You come out here to tell me it was a mistake, and I know it was. So save me the speech and save yourself the oxygen. I won't tell anybody, you won't tell anybody. That's fine by me. I know how to deal with mistakes." Her jaw set in a hard line.
"Mi-mistake?" In his confusion he dropped his grasp on her wrist and she was already have way back to the house by the time Fred realized what he'd done. He started to go after her but Mrs. Weasley had already crossed the remaining distance between the two and was leading Taylor into the hen house to help her.
Mistake? What was she talking about? Fred scratched his head and went inside.
