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Chapter 12: The unexpected visitor

The Burrow was the best place someone could think of staying when taking a break from work. It was, really; it has nothing to do with the fact that I love it there.

Ronald Weasley was preparing himself a cup of tea and some cream cakes had been taken apart from the rest of the deserts by him only, to go with his steamy infusion. He was a young man and he needed the sugar for strength, and he was now ready to devour at least 4 vanilla cream cakes and 6 of their chocolate variety- his favourite ones. He was hungry, as he hadn't had a meal since yesterday, and his stomach was making the strangest and strongest noises he had ever heard.

When he was about to taste his very first one, after pouring some tea into a cup, a very freckelish face, however, prevent him from doing so when "it" appeared into the fireplace.

-Ronnie, hey Ronnie- a voice that sounding like one of the twins said.

-What do you want?- Ron asked rudely, as he was sure that the voice belonged to George, who would most surely ask him to bring them both, him and Florence, of course, a cup of whatever he was having upstairs. After all, his brother was interrupting the religious ritual that was food making for him.

-Why aren't you offering your favourite brother a cup of that tea you're making? I can tell, even from here- he stated.

-Fuck off, George. You are not my favourite brother!- Ron shouted irritably.

-Oh, I know that! That's why I was asking you to bring ME, Fred, a cup of tea- the youngest twin said, with a very evil grin on his face. It was strange, and funny, how the twins were often able to make a fool out of him; the Benjamin of all the Weasley boys.

-Oh, Fred. I thought you were… you know- Ron said trying not to discuss that delicate subject for Fred and walking all the way towards the living room with a cup full of boiling water and tea leaves. -Here, take the cup of tea you've fancied all along.-

-Thanks, Ronnie. How are things at the Burrow? How's Ginny doing?- Fred asked.

-She's a mess! Of course, how couldn't she be?! The entire wizarding world will be judging her dress, her jewellery… after all, she's the girl marring Harry, the boy-who-lived Potter. But mum came to her aid almost instantly. She helped her try on some of the bride stuff you sent her- Ron explained.

-Oh, I thought the strapless dress with the pearls would suit her nicely. It's one of my greatest designs, after all- Fred said, trying hard to hide his self-pride, but unfortunately he wasn't succeeding. It was incredible how much Fred could sound like Percy sometimes.

-Yeah, I guess… but they insist on having the wedding here, though. They had to reject one of your ideas- Ron said.

-I can't see why they would choose the Burrow over the Plaza- he said, sounding very much like Draco Malfoy.

-Because its not much, but it's home- Ron explained, and something about those words seemed to have melted the cold surface covering Fred's entire body and expressions. Fred hadn't always been like that, of course. He use to be very much like George… though much funnier and easy to be with.

But then things happened. Things always happened in stories such as these. The reason I stated earlier that talking about George was something of a delicate subject to Fred was because he hadn't talked to his identical brother since he left Weasley Wizard Wheezes on George's hands and persuaded his dream of becoming a fashion designer.

-Are you staying here from…?- Ron asked curiously.

-From the day before the wedding. I don't want to… you know- Fred said, sounding very

much like his old self. Ron smiled, though slightly happy at the bare glimpse of seeing his brother talk more like Fred, than "Fred Weasley, Fashion Designer" and head of "Just Weasley co."

-Fancy a cream cake?- Ron offered.

-No, I'm on a diet, thanks- Fred answered. Ron giggled.

-A diet, huh? What for?- he asked mocking his brother.

-Well… my little sister's wedding is only a week from now, in case you've forgotten

Ronald. I want to look my best- he explained on an offended tone, as if Ron's comment had hurt him deeply.

"Narcissist," Ron thought.

-Oh, sorry, Fred- Ron apologized and then, changing the subject like a firebolt, he added,

-How's Neville, by the way?-

-Fine, I guess. We broke up- he said sadly.

-Again?- Ron asked, almost frantically.

-Yes, yes… again. He's such a drama queen!- Fred said bitterly.

-I don't even want to hear about that now!- Ron shouted, knowing, or presuming he knew, the reasons of their break up. They always split up for the same thing: sex. Fred was something of an explorer and Neville's stomach wasn't as strong as his.

-How's Hermione, by the way?- Fred asked.

-She's fine. I guess… upstairs… do you want me to get her?- Ron asked casually.

-Yeah… I want you to go and get her alright- Fred joked. Just then, the always ready Hermione Granger stepped into the living room, and with a quick "Goodbye, brother and good luck", Fred Weasley was gone.

-Who were you talking to?- Hermione asked casually, trying not to look suspicious.

-No one- He replied. -Fancy a cup of tea?- he offered politely, as his stomach had chose that moment to start making noise again.

-Yes, sure- she replied and with that, they both entered the kitchen. Fred's words, however, were still buzzing annoyingly in Ron's head.