AN- We are at 153 reviews, which is amazing. You guys mean so much to me as a writer, and I cannot express my gratitude for your kind words. Every review and every positive comment gives me a confidence boost that helps me write what I do. Some of you guys are already taking bets on who's going to live and who's going to die. I will say this- it's war, everyone. Not everyone will live. But, to spare you guys, Fred will not die. I can't take him from Hannah. You lot would probably murder me...
As Fred played the piano in the living room, Kaylee flittered in, beaming from ear to ear. When Hannah saw her best friend, she jumped up and cried out in joy as they screamed and embraced each other. Fred stopped playing and turned around on the bench to watch the girls with a grin on his face.
"You're okay!" Hannah cried, wiping tears from her eyes. The last time she had seen Kaylee was when she and George were running down the hall. After that, it was touch and go. Kaylee smirked and shrugged her shoulders. On her head was George's black beanie- his favourite hat. It slipped into her eyes and she shoved it back up to laugh at her friend.
"I'm alive and doing absolutely amazing!" She cried out, dancing in a circle around Hannah. Hannah laughed as Fred stood up and walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck and kissing the crow of her head.
"I don't have to be Sherlock to figure that one out," Hannah teased her as Kaylee nearly tripped into the wall. Fred, thoroughly confused, glanced down at her.
"What's a Sherlock, Darling?" He asked. Hannah sighed and turned around in his arms to smile up at him lovingly. He was so clueless about Muggle things. It was so cute.
"Sherlock Holmes is like a detective," she said gently. "A Muggle detective who is absolutely brilliant." Fred nodded, slowly understanding. He shook his head but grinned slyly.
"That's what I get for falling in love with a Muggleborn," he sighed. Hannah giggled and kissed him, still smiling. Kaylee stopped in her dancing to look at them in shock. They were kissing. What the hell had happened here?
"WHOA, WHOA!" She shouted, holding up her hands. Fred and Hannah broke apart to look over at Kaylee, who had her jaw dropped open and her brown eyes wide in shock. This was a look that barely crossed her face, but when it did, everyone knew that she never saw whatever startled her coming.
"Something got you confused, Kaylee?" Fred teased, looping his fingers through Hannah's belt. Hannah grinned and smirked at her friend. She loved outsmarting her.
"Fred Love, that doesn't take much though," she reminded him. Fred laughed and Kaylee scowled at her friend and then pointed at Fred.
"You and him," she stammered. She couldn't get the words out. Fred and Hannah smiled at each other and Hannah rested her head on Fred's chest.
"Me and him," she chuckled. Fred rested his head on top of hers and smirked. Like Hannah, he loved confusing Kaylee.
"Me and her," he added. Kaylee let out a slight choking noise. She pouted at them and scowled as they kissed again for her amusement.
"We've been trying for two weeks!" She cried, stomping her foot and crossing her arms. Fred sighed and wove one arm around Hannah's waist.
"It was dreadfully annoying," he said, shaking his ginger head. Hannah smirked and played with his fingers, loving Kaylee's frustration.
"Especially Charlie, that chicken," she scoffed. "Such a cockblock." Fred laughed and grinned evilly down at her, winking and pressing his hips against her.
"And my cock doesn't like to be blocked," he muttered sexily. Hannah kneed him lightly in the crotch region and he groaned in pain.
"Keep talking and it'll be blocked again," Hannah smirked, kissing his cheek as he crouched over to clutch his manly parts. Kaylee screamed in frustration and walked over to the wall to slam her head against it.
"YOU GUYS ARE STUPID!" She yelled out, whipping around and pointing fingers. Fred and Hannah started laughing as she cursed them out, flailing her fists and screaming.
"Kaylee," Hannah said innocently, walking over to her friend. Kaylee glared at her and put her hands on her hips.
"What?" She said crossly. Hannah held out her arms and grinned widely, making her green eyes go huge.
"I love you," she said sweetly. Kaylee scowled and crossed her arms, pouting.
"Not enough," she said hotly. Fred smirked as his girlfriend worked her magic.
"You love me, right?" Hannah continued, pouting slightly. Kaylee smirked and raised her eyebrow.
"It's debateable," she said. Hannah grinned and folded her hands behind her back, rocking on her heels like an eager child.
"If you truly loved me you would be my maid of honour at our wedding," she said honestly. Fred grinned like an idiot- already his mind was wandering. Hannah in a white dress and him in a tux, while George was his best man and Dominic as his other groomsman, while Kaylee stood for Hannah, and a priest marrying them off. Then his mind wandered to nine months after the wedding, with a little red headed infant daughter in his arms and Hannah smiling up at him so lovingly… he wanted this future. He wanted it desperately.
"Okay fine," Kaylee giggled, hugging her friend tightly. Hannah smirked in victory.
"Speaking of weddings," a sly voice said. They all turned to the door and saw George, their one eared twin leaning up against the door. He smirked at them all before winking at Hannah.
"Glad to see you are alive," he said. "Let's keep it that way!" Hannah scowled at him and Kaylee giggled as her fiancé crossed the room to cup her face before kissing her gently. She stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Sorry I took so long," he apologized. She smiled and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his collarbone. Fred walked up to Hannah and slipped her hand into his, winking at her as the lovers reunited. She nestled up to him and slipped her left hand around Fred's waist to tuck into his pocket.
"It's okay," Kaylee whispered, kissing him again. "I'm just glad you got home safely!" George chuckled and extracted himself from her arms to reach into his pocket.
"Well, I did manage to grab this," he said, "while I was at the shop!" Kaylee giggled as George got down on one knee and opened the box. Hannah gasped and covered her mouth as Fred started to chuckle- he knew about the proposal all along, and he knew that George had proposed not too long ago. Hannah, however, was in the dark.
"Now that I have a ring, will you marry me, Kaylee Taylor Oak?" He asked seriously. But his eyes gave it all away- the love he had for her was overwhelming. He loved Kaylee more than anyone. She started to laugh and bent down to kiss him fiercely, knocking him to the ground.
"Yes, you moron," she teased. "We've been over this!" George laughed as he slipped the diamond ring on her finger, cuddling with her on the floor.
"Well, I just had to make it official!" He said. Kaylee grinned and blushed sheepishly up at her best friend, who was gaping at them in shock and joy. Her green eyes dazzled out at them and she struggled to speak.
"Um," she stammered. "Surprise?" Hannah let out a scream of joy and tackled them both, hugging them as tightly as her sore body would allow.
'I KNEW IT!" She screamed. They all started to laugh and Fred let out a shout and sprang on top of Hannah, yanking her off to cuddle with her. The four friends started to laugh on the floor together, all of them overwhelmed by the love in the air and the feeling of safety. Hannah rested her head on Fred's stomach as he stroked her collarbone with his fingers absentmindedly.
'I say a summer wedding would be lovely," Hannah mused. Kaylee grinned up at George and nodded as he smiled brightly.
"We should have it here," Kaylee said. George fiddled with her ring and nodded, scratching where his ear should be. He smiled and poked her in the nose.
"On a sunny day," he said. Kaylee squealed with joy and kissed his jaw. Hannah and Fred made faces at each other and stood up quietly.
"I'm going to go take a shower," Hannah whispered to him as they crept from the room. Meanwhile, Kaylee and George continued to talk wedding plans. Fred winked and kissed her quickly before disappearing into the kitchen.
"I'm going to have a little fun," he said, "Love you, Babe." She smiled and tiptoed up the stairs past Ginny's room, where she and Dominic were in the middle of an intense conversation.
"Neville's going to die without us," Ginny said desperately. "I hate not being able to contact him!" Dominic sighed and shrugged his shoulders. All he cared about was Susan. He threw his hands into the air, nearly hitting Ginny in the process.
"It's Neville," he cried. "he's going to be a badass kid and he'll get all the girls, somehow!" Ginny laughed and nodded, finally agreeing with him.
"That is probably true," she admitted. She fiddled with her long red braid as she glanced around the room. Her posters waved out at her as well as the photo of her and Harry on her nightstand. Where he was, she didn't know, but she wanted him here with her.
"Do you think Susan is going to find another guy without me around?" Dominic mumbled, toying with a loose strand on the quilt on her double bed. Ginny looked at him quizzically, her brown eyes softening as Dominic bit his lip.
"Oh Dom," she sighed. "Susan loves you. Don't worry about her finding another guy, because I know it won't happen." Dominic smiled a little and cracked his knuckles, much to Ginny's chagrin.
"I want this to be over," he grumbled. "I'm sick and tired of having to run because of my blood, or for you guys having to hide because of your loyalty. It sucks so much!" Ginny nodded and flopped onto the bed beside him, burying her face into the pillow.
"But just think," she said dreamily. "One day it's going to be over, and we'll be able to live!" Dominic grinned and closed his eyes. Already he could see his happy future with Susan. Already he was seeing George and Kaylee getting married, and not too long after, Fred and Hannah. His future was going to be great, because Voldemort was going to be defeated.
"I just wish it would hurry up," he said bitterly. Ginny frowned and her lip started to tremble, so Dominic pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly as she cried into his black shirt. He rocked her back and forth gently, letting a tear of his own fall out of his eye and down onto her ginger hair.
"I wish it would too, Dominic!" She wept, "I want it to so badly!"
After Hannah went up to take a shower, Fred crept into the kitchen and hopped up on top of the counter to reach the tops of the shelves. It has been a while since he has done this, so why not do it now?
"Ah!" He whispered joyfully, yanking down the bottle, "Firewhiskey and rum!" It was a concoction he and Hannah had made in their seventh year, and it was an instant hit for the graduates. He conjured up some shot glasses and lined them up on the counter, filling them all to the brim with the alcohol. In times like this, alcohol was a good way to lighten the mood. He and Hannah had a game they played on Valentine's day together. That is why they were so drunk a few months ago- everyone was so loved up, and Fred and Hannah were single, so they played their game.
"If you can't start the party, make the party," he muttered. He popped the top back onto the bottle and set it down on the counter as he listened in. His and Hannah's rules were that in order to take a shot, someone had to say something cavity inducing. George and Kaylee were the best to listen in on for this game.
"I think you should wear a purple tie," Kaylee said sweetly, "it will be so dashing with your ginger hair!" One shot down, and Fred smirked as he placed the empty tumbler back onto the counter.
"Only if you have a purple flower to go beautifully with your brown eyes," George told her. "They're as sweet as chocolate!" Another shot, and Fred started to laugh silently. They were so cheesy with each other it was sickening. But he loved it. If only Hannah was there to do this with him.
"What will your dress look like?" George continued. Kaylee thought for a moment before giggling.
"The groom isn't allowed to see it until the wedding," she reminded him. Fred picked up the third tumbler, ready to down it when necessary. Already he could feel a buzz in the back of his head.
"Fine," George pouted. He started to say something else, but when Kaylee kissed him he instantly fell silent. Fred let out a silent cheer- a kiss was worth two shots. He downed them both and grasped the counter ledge so he wouldn't take a spill. He grinned like an idiot and started to giggle uncontrollably as the alcohol immediately started to take effect. It wouldn't be long now before he was drunk as a pirate.
"How many kids will we have?" George asked when they broke away. Kaylee thought for a moment and smiled up at him.
"As many as you want," she said sweetly. Another shot went down Fred's throat.
"I want two or three, maybe," George said, "and our little girl has to look like you, Love." Another shot.
"Only if they have your hair and gorgeous blue eyes," Kaylee giggled. Fred had run out of shots by this point, so he picked up the bottle and started to drink from it. It seemed like a good day to get wasted to him. George laughed and picked her up, kissing her gently. Fred took a swig and leaned against the counter.
"Can we practice now?" He asked sexily. Kaylee kissed him in response and he stumbled over the carpet in his haste to get to the bedroom. Fred giggled again as the room started to spin slightly, and he fell to the floor, content to lay there in his own thoughts. But he reached up to the counter in search of food, because he was suddenly hungry. When he found something, he sank to the floor again, eating and humming a Weird Sister's song.
When Hannah got out of the shower, she looked in the mirror and frowned at what she saw. Across her chest was a long and deep cut, still not healed. She touched the angry flesh lightly, wincing as it throbbed. On her wrists were more cuts, and when she looked down at her ankle she frowned as she saw the red scars.
"And this is why I don't go out in public," she muttered as she yanked on her clothes. "I tend to get injured!" She ran a brush through her hair and pulled it into a braid before slipping out of the bathroom in her bare feet. Her soft camel coloured sweater and black jeans felt refreshing on her aching body.
"Dominic?" She called out, tiptoeing around the hallway. Dominic popped out just to her right and beamed.
"Did someone request a sexy ass blonde?" He said suavely. Hannah screamed and jumped backwards against the wall, clutching her heart. Dominic burst into peals of laughter and smirked as she let her legs give out and fall onto the floor with her limbs out in front of her.
"Hope you don't mean yourself," she said crossly, hoisting herself up. Dominic laughed and walked over to hug her tightly. Hannah allowed herself to hug him back, smiling into his chest.
"I'm sorry I made you fall on your ass," he said in an attempt to be serious. But the cheeky little smirk on his face gave it away. Hannah sighed as she stepped back to examine her brother. She would get back at him later.
"Turn in a circle," she demanded, putting her hands on her waist. Dominic grinned and extended his arms to turn in a slow circle.
"Am I still attractive?" He asked teasingly. Hannah shushed him and let her eyes flicker over her baby brother. She took in the curve of his strong back and his muscular arms. Since when did he get so strong? Last time they saw each other, he wasn't nearly this muscular. He was due for a haircut, she thought. His shaggy blonde waves fell into his green eyes that were just like his sister's, and just like his father's. Other than a few scars and dark circles under his eyes, it was still Dominic. She laughed and kissed his cheek lovingly.
"As your sister that would be weird and gross to say," she shuddered. "Just had to make sure you were still the same annoying little twerp you were last time we were together." Dominic laughed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
"I'LL NEVER STOP!" He shouted, making his sister laugh. She turned on her heel to flitter down the stairs in search of Fred.
"Fred, Love?" She called out. A little giggle and singing answered her. She furrowed her row in confusion and walked down the stairs. A quick look around the living room told the bright Ravenclaw that Fred was not in the room. She walked into the kitchen and an odd sight greeted her.
"Heeeeeey, Daaaling!" Fred slurred happily. He flopped his hand up in a greeting from his spot on the floor and his bright blue eyes twinkled up at her. "Stop moving, Sweetie, the room is SPINNING!" He burst out into laughter and sprawled out like a starfish. Hannah raised her eyebrow and examined him carefully. He started to sing again and giggled as he did so.
"Fred Love why are you not wearing any pants?" She inquired, bending down to feel his flushed cheeks. He giggled and threw up his arms, nearly smacking her in the face.
"I need shirt and shoes to get me service," he said, attempting to focus on her face, "BUT THEY NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT PANTS!" Hannah sighed and tried to hide her smile- Fred always was the fun drunk at parties.
"Darling, please put on your pants," she smiled. Fred shook his head defiantly and grinned maniacally. He pointed to his groin and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, making her blush.
"Pants are for chumps," he stated. Hannah smiled and stood up, walking over to put the half empty bottle back into the cupboard, but Fred latched onto her pant leg, nearly sending her toppling to the ground.
"Fred, careful!" She squealed. Fred beamed up at her and chewed on his finger, deep in thought before giggling again.
"You're so preeeetty!" he cried in a high pitched voice. He suddenly attempted a sexy face and grinned. "I bet you just luuurveee your boyfriend, that sexy beast of a man." Hannah hid her face behind her hands to stifle her laughter.
"Oh yes," she smiled down at her drunken boyfriend. "I love him a lot." Fred flipped his feet up over his head and stared at his toes. Hannah giggled as his arse stuck straight into the air. He examined his foot before grasping it in one hand.
"This little piggy went to market," he giggled, poking his toes. "And this little piggy stayed home…" but he trailed off and stuck his head between his legs, staring up at the ceiling in shock.
"What is it, Freddie?" Hannah asked in a singsong voice. Fred pointed up at the fan and gasped.
"HOLY PYGMY PUFF THERE'S A PINK BUNNY ON THE SPINNY THING!" Hannah sighed and looked onto the counter, where, sure enough, some of Charlie's "special" brownies were. One had a large bite out of them. That was the other thing about Fred- when he was drunk, he ate. She sighed and turned to the stairs.
"CHARLIE!" She bellowed. Charlie bounded down the stairs, grinning at her.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty is awake!" He cried. Hannah punched his bicep and pointed the drunken Fred, who was trying to talk to the non-existent pink bunny.
"You are responsible for this mess," she growled. "Throw out those Gilly Weed brownies!" Charlie started to protest, but one death glare from Hannah made him shut up and, grumbling, throw out the tray outside. Hannah sighed and looked down at Fred, who was giggling and trying to stand up.
"The ground keeps mooooving!" He cooed. "My pink bunny friend Reginald told me that we are in the middle of the oceeaaaan and that's why it moves!" Hannah groaned and yanked on his hands, finally heaving him up. He collapsed against her and tried to kiss her, but missed and kissed her chest, which he didn't seem to mind.
"Watch it there, big boy," she laughed. Fred giggled again and tried to focus his blue eyes on her face. She tried to walk into the living room, but Fred yanked her into his chest and squeezed her tightly. "Freeed," Hannah groaned. Fred held her out at arm's length and grinned stupidly down at her.
"I have biiiiig plans!" He slurred, poking her in the cheek. Hannah smirked and grabbed his waist so he wouldn't topple over. He giggled and leaned heavily on her.
"And what would that be?" She groaned, staggering into the living room. Fred smiled and pulled away again, tottering into the middle of the floor, so Hannah chased after him and grasped his hand.
"We're going to have a huuuuugeee house in Looondooon," he trilled. Hannah chuckled as he gestured just how big their house would be with his hands. She smiled at how silly he looked in only his boxers and a t shirt with his ginger hair poking up at different directions.
"Are we now?" Hannah asked, leaving him alone for a second so she could fluff a pillow on the couch. "And what are we going to do with our house?" Fred giggled at her silly question and swaggered over, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her against him.
"Live in it, Silly Goose," he cooed. "It's going to be fabulouuuuus!" Hannah chuckled again. When Fred was drunk, he was very drunk. But she loved him anyways.
"That sounds like fun," Hannah said seriously, turning around to face him. He smiled goofily again and blearily looked around the room, swaying slightly before returning his eyes to focus on Hannah again, pointing a long finger at her general direction.
"I always had a crush on youuuu," he told her in a somewhat serious tone. Hannah's blonde eyebrows shot up in surprise as Fred started to reveal his sober thoughts.
"Oh really, Fred?" She asked quietly. He nodded his head hard and tried to kiss her again, and with Hannah's guidance finally reached her lips. He kissed her passionately before breaking away.
"Yeaaah," he said happily, tottering over to the picture frames on the wall. "Even when I was with Angie I always liked you. I hated Lee for dating youuuu, but I couldn't do much about it, now could I?" He sighed and bashed his face off the wall. Hannah winced and rushed over to take his arm and lead him back to the couch.
"Why don't you lie down for a while?" She asked him, biting her lip. She was afraid he was going to start revealing secrets he never wanted to talk about, but Fred shook his head and continued his stroll. He looked like a drunken dancing bear.
"Noooo," he protested. "And you wanna know something, Haaaannaaaah?" He said suavely, walking over to her and holding out his arms. Hannah smiled and opened hers, allowing him to fall against her.
"What is it, Fred?" She whispered, barely supporting the heavy 6'3 ginger. He grinned up at her and his blue eyes sparkled lovingly as he looked up at the love of his life. No amount of alcohol could ever make him doubt his love.
"I'm going to maaarrrryyy you someday," he crooned. Hannah smiled and kissed him sweetly before he got up to try and totter over to the couch. "And now, I'm going toooo sleeeep," he yawned. Hannah smiled and pointed to the couch.
"The couch is right there Love," she said. But Fred tripped over his feet and fell flat on the floor and started to snore almost immediately. "Or, you know, there can work too, I guess." She sighed and picked up a blanket and the pillow, kneeling down to lift his head to slide the red pillow under him and to throw the heavy comforter over him. In sleep, he was as innocent as a child. She smiled and kissed his freckled cheek before standing up.
"I love you Fred," she whispered before tiptoeing into the room. She started to brew tea for herself and Fred for when he woke up. All of a sudden, a large dog Patronus, a Puli, burst into the kitchen, making Hannah drop the pot of tea she was holding. She knew that Patronus.
"A message for Fred Gideon Weasley and Hannah Alice Jay," it said in a cool voice. "We require your assistance at 12 Grimmauld Place as soon as possible. Further instructions will be revealed upon your arrival. Be safe, and see you soon Mates." Hannah was frozen in place as the Patronus vanished, and she dropped to her knees, holding her head in her hands.
Lee Jordan was calling out to them. She had to face her ex-boyfriend for the first time in years.
AN- I have no idea how a drunk acts, but do you really expect a Weasley Twin to be a normal drunk? I think not. Anyways, Lee's Patronus is a Puli- a dog with dreadlock like fur. Look it up, it's so cool! Now, we are 3/4 of the way through this story. If you want more Fred and Hannah, check out my new story- The Rebel Daughter. Same characters, new story line. Check it out! And please, review, it means so much to me. Who knows? Maybe drunken Fred will appear again if he gets reviews. And maybe a drunken Hannah and Charlie will occur...
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