A/N: Later in the story, the movie they're referring to is not Romeo and Juliet.
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Drabble Twenty-Six: Nostalgia
"Remember the memories we made in this flat?" he asked, a wave of nostalgia rushing over him.
"Where do you want this- OOF!" Fred crashed into Hermione, the box of stuff spilling it's contents on to the carpeted floor. He tripped and landed on top of her, their lips connecting briefly.
She gasped, her eyes locking with his.
"Oops?"
"I don't think that it was a bad accident, Fred."
"Neither do I."
"Needs more testing though."
"Yup, just to make sure."
So, they kissed again. After all, when you experiment, you have to run the test multiple times.
"Aw..." Hermione thought aloud, the two thinking of the memory they shared. "Our first kiss."
"That box was heavy." Fred said, laughing at the absurdity of it all. He looked at the comfortable, plush black couch which they had bought when they moved in.
"You love me." she teased.
"Oh, yes I do."
The two were sitting on the couch after having their first date in the flat, Fred making a homemade dinner then the two watched a movie. Hermione was cuddled up into Fred's side, her legs stretching along the couch while Fred's hand absentmindedly petted her hair.
The movie had just ended, the credits rolling across the screen while triumphant music played in the background.
"That was… interesting." he mused.
"How so?" Hermione asked, staring straight ahead.
"You know," he began. "It's kind of ironic that you'd choose this movie. Two lovers are secretly dating behind their friend's and family's backs, even though they know the danger of being found out."
She hummed, "I wonder who that could relate to."
"I love this flat."
"So do I."
"Let's replicate our seventh date." Fred wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione slapped his arm lightly.
"Not a chance, Romeo."