AN: I will be going to my cabin for a week and a half, possibly more. There is no internet there so any chapters will be sporadic at best. Sorry guys like I've said before its summer and I go on vacations more. Anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.
Fred slowly pushed me down the aisle of the muggle grocery store we had found that wasn't too far from Diagon Alley. I tried not to laugh as Fred pulled down a box of spaghetti noodles his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"How does this work?" He asked flipping the box so he could read the back. "Does it instantly cook once you put it in the pot?"
I giggled softly unable to stop myself. His head snapped up and his eyes sparkled at the look that must have been on my face. "What?"
"Your forgetting that muggles don't have magic to make everything. They have electricity." I whispered so the older woman who was at the other end of the aisle wouldn't overhear.
"And what exactly is eclec-tric-ty?" Fred asked trying to pronounce it out and failing. I snickered and bit my lip. Fred flashed me another smile. Was he doing this on purpose just to hear me laugh?
"Elec-tric-ity." I said giggling. "Is an electrical power source. A stove is plugged into an outlet and works through electricity. To make it work you turn a nob that makes the burner hot and then you place a pot of water on the stove. You cook it for the time that's listed on the box and the noodles soften. You heat the sauce in another pan and pour it over the top. Make sense?"
"I'm glad I have magic." Fred said his eyes wide.
"I bet you are, otherwise you might starve." I muttered giggling.
"Hey now there's no need to be mean." He said with a laugh placing the noodles in the cart.
"I am not being mean. I'm being honest." I said with a giggle.
Fred and I went quickly through the store getting anything and everything we wanted. It was nice to not have to worry about money. But I would get a job eventually. The last thing I wanted was for Fred to have to do all the work.
We left the store and Fred insisted on taking me onto a date at the Leaky Cauldron. It was packed as usual and Tom, the bartender, waved when Fred wheeled me in. I recognized some of the patrons but not all of them. We both ordered the stew of the day which was Ratatouille.
Fred and I talked of anything and everything. But to be honest I wasn't always listening to everything he said. Sometimes his eyes would sparkle or he would laugh and it did funny things to my stomach.
"So when do you think we should do the big reveal?" Fred asked dipping his bread into the bottom of his bowl.
"I don't know." I muttered chewing a bite of eggplant. "What do you think?"
"Well every other Sunday everyone gets together at the Burrow and mum cooks this big meal. We've been doing it since the final battle. Mum's scared something might happen and tries to keep us close." Fred said sipping at his butterbeer.
"Whens the next one?" I asked popping a tomato into my mouth.
"This weekend." Fred said with a smile.
"Do you think they'll be happy?" I asked sipping at my Gillywater. As much as I wanted to I couldn't drink any butterbeer.
"If anything I think mum will think of it as poetic justice." Fred said with a small chuckle. I smiled and leaned back in wheelchair absently running my finger against my still-flat stomach.
"I can see that... especially if it was two boys." I muttered softly. Fred laughed loudly calling attention to himself. I blushed and sunk lower in my seat.
"Fred? Fred Weasley? Is that you?" I looked up and frowned. A tall leggy blonde was walking over to our table her hips swinging from side to side. I swallowed thickly. She was staring at Fred a hungry gleam in her eyes.
"Emily?" Fred asked slowly a frown on his face.
"Oh good you remember me!" She gushed her blue eyes sparkling. "I was afraid it had been too long."
"In some ways it might have... this is my wife, Hermione Weasley." Fred said with a smile. Emily turned to me a frown on her face. Her shrewd eyes swept over me and smirked. She wasn't intimidated by me.
"Weren't you Harry Potter's little friend?" She asked snidely.
"Yes." I said simply. "He's one of my best friends."
"Oooo Freddie you should be careful of that friendship." Emily said with a giggle. "Anyway floo me any time you want some fun." And then she was walking away her hips swinging. I wanted to melt into the carpet.
"You have nothing to worry about Sweetheart. Didn't like her when we dated for a week in third year and I still don't like her now." He shook his head a disgusted look flitting across his face. "I don't even know why I went to Hogsmeade with her. To be perfectly honest I don't even know why she wanted to go with me." Fred muttered sipping his butterbeer.
"Its because your hot." Fred spat out his butterbeer in shock and I flushed my eyes widening. Merlin did I really just say that out loud? The look on Fred's face said it all. Yes I had said it out loud. And by the sparkle in his eyes I wouldn't be surprised if he appreciated the comment.
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