A/N: Ok so sorry about the semi-long wait. My work is finally over so updates will either get faster or slower. I have a lot of time on my hands but if I will actually use that time to write I'm not sure. Unfortunately, this one is a bit adjective lacking…. (Please don't kill me!) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I were JKR would I be finishing school in SIX DAYS!

Socks

With a wave of his wand, Fred locked the door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Glancing around the store, he saw products strewn about the floor. Boxes were in stacks around the premises and George was no where to be found. Fred sighed and slowly bent down and clasped a discarded Skiving Snackbox. He looked up as he slowly placed the box on the shelf. As his eyes swept the smooth ceiling, he shook his head and turned to get back to work.

Fifteen minutes later, almost half of the shop was picked up. Fred stopped working again. Muffled voices were drifting down from above him. Fred looked at the beige ceiling again; he could hear two different voices. One sounded low; most likely George, he thought to himself. The other was soft, almost sing-songy. It almost sounds like a girl. George has been lusting after Alicia for a while now. I just didn't think that he'd actually make a move on her!

A smile spread across Fred's lips as he silently climbed the stairs towards the flat above the shop. Upon reaching the door he stopped and listened. The voices had long since ceased and now he could hear a faint scurrying behind the door. He grasped the door knob in his hand and slowly pushed the door open. George looked up from the book that he was reading on the bed. His face was red and he looked flushed.

"What's going on?" Fred asked. "I thought I heard voices."

A look on confusion grew on George's face as he replied, "I've been reading the whole time; and not out loud. You must be hearing things again."

Fred smiled and moved closer to George. "Are you sure dear brother? I know that you've been after Alicia for a while now."

George laughed, and closed his eyes, like he was remembering something happy.

"You know that you can tell me," Fred prompted. His eyes searched the room, looking for a sign. Finally his eyes rested on the end of a sock sticking out from under the bed. Reaching out his hand, Fred pulled it from under the bed and held it in front of George's face. "This is yours?" Fred asked. The sock was pink with little hearts on it. George blushed but said nothing.

"Now this is a side of you even I haven't seen before!" Fred smiled again.

"Leesh, I think it's time you came out now…" George said as he sighed. The closet door creaked open and Alicia Spinnet stepped out. George got up and placed his arm around her waist.

"I'll leave you two alone," Fred said, his smile broadening. He turned and walked down the stairs and continued picking up the shop.