Fred Wealsey lay awake in bed, he looked over to the clock on the side which red 5 o'clock. Perfect he thought, making sure Angelina was asleep, he carefully unwrapped his arms from around her and got out of bed, everyone was already asleep so he quietly made his way to the kitchen.
He and George had been working on a new project for the joke shop and what a better time to test them out then at the family picnic. It was a lot cheaper then hiring testers and the family were unlikely to sue if something went wrong. They might hurt him and George a bit but they wouldn't sue them.
When he reached the kitchen he took out the plate of cream puffs from the fridge and then took out the purple sweets that he and George had been working on.
He carefully lifted the tops of the cakes and placed a sweet into the cream of each one and put the top back on. He then put the cake onto another plate so as if not to get confuse and double the potion by accident.
He only had a few more to do when he heard few steps coming from upstairs. His heart began to beat faster, if Angelina caught him he might not live to see the sunrise let alone the picnic.
Fred's heart bet faster as the footsteps got closer and closer and the floorboard on the middle step creaked.
His brain screamed at him to retreat, forget the rest of the cakes and get out. But he couldn't move fear had gripped his body. The kitchen doorknob turned and suddenly Fred was met with the face not of his wife but of his 7- year-old son.
'Dad what are you doing'
'I think that I'm having a heart attack, you scarred the hell out of me Ritchie, I thought that it was your mother coming down the stairs'. Fred said trying to stop his heart from racing.
'What are you up to' Ritchie asked surspcally.
'Your not to tell anyone if tell you'
'Can I tell Alex'?
'Of course you can tell your brother, but no one eles.'
'Okay, so what are you doing to mums cakes'?
'I m going to test out the new sweets that me and your uncle George have been working on today' Fred told him.
'You finally finished them' Ritchie asked sitting in one of the chairs around the table.
'Yep and what a better way to test out weasley's wizarding wheezes latest sweet product then at the family picnic'
'Cool. But dad wont things get a bit crazy with all the animals running around'
'Weasley get together are always crazy rich and besides the spell only lasts for a seconds at the moment' Fred told him adding another sweet to a cake 'what are you doing out of bed any way'
'I just came down to get a drink, I wasn't doing anything wrong like poisoning my family like your going to do'
' I'm not going to poison my family, their perfectly fine. Me and your uncle George have tested them and look I'm still Standing'
'You wont be if mum finds out' Ritchie said as he took out a glass and poured himself a glass of water and went back to bed.
Fred quickly finished putting the sweets into the rest of the cakes and put them back in the fried before going to bed himself.
Fred sat in the living room flicking through the latest addition of the quibbler, his sons were outside playing while Angelina was in the kitchen getting things ready to take to the burrow for the afternoon.
She mumbled to herself as she added things to the basket checking that she had everything on the list that molly had given her.
Normal molly would do everything, but with all of the Weasley plus 7 in- laws 18 grandchildren and Harry and Hermione and their newborn son who over the years had become honorary Weasley's, it was just too much for one person to cook for. So instead molly had given everyone a list of what to bring. It had made it easier and there would be plenty for everyone.
Angelina began placing the cream puffs she had made into a tub to stop them from getting squashed when the kitchen door bust open and slammed against the wall. 'MUM MUM MUM MUM, WERE HUNGERY' her twin sons shouted as they rushed into the kitchen.
Unfortunately it was Fred's turn to do the shopping this week which meant that it either wouldn't be done until it was her turn to do it or she would get so frustrated with nagging him to do it that she would just do it herself.
She looked at her boys puppy dogs eyes and sighed, 'sorry boys, but theirs not a lot to eat, its your dads turn to do the shopping this week'
'But were hungry' said Ritchie. 'Yeah mum, I think that my stomachs beginning to shrink' Added Alex.
She searched around the kitchen, there was bread but no butter, or peanut or jam. There was a few biscuits left but Angelina thought that they had probably gone stale.
'I'll tell you what boys. You can have one of these cakes their still be plenty left for the picnic'
Alex and Ritchie looked worrying at the cakes their mother was offering them, 'Uh, you know what mum we're not very hungry anymore.' Said Ritchie 'yeah' said Alex 'our stomachs must have just been playing a trick on us'.
'What's going on 'Angelina asked looking at her sons 'you two love my cakes, you were bugging me all of yesterday for one, why the change of heart.'
'Well, uh, you see' Ritchie began 'its just that we stole one yesterday and it didn't taste very nice as the ones that you usually make' Alex finished for him.
Really' she said picking one up and lifting it to her nose 'smells alright, I guess I should taste it to make sure some of the ingredients haven't gone off'
NO' the twins shouted knocking the cake out of her hand and sending it onto the floor.
'Ok what's going on' she said grossing her arms and looking at them.
The boys looked at each other, there was no escape, they had to tell her.
Angelina watched as her husband sat on the sofa reading a magazine. Ritchie and Alex had told her all about his little plan and now it was time to teach him a lesson.
She picked up the plate of tainted cream puffs and walked over to the sofa, sitting next to her husband. 'Fred the boys wont try my cakes' she told him putting on her best sad face.
'Oh, really, they usually like your cooking' he said hoping that she wouldn't suspect anything was wrong.
'Will you try one,' she said asked holing one out for him.
'What, why,' 'well I want to make sure that theirs nothing wrong with them'.
'Why don't you try them'?
'You know that the harps new coach has put the team on a diet, I m not allowed to eat cakes.' She told him.
'Well, I, uh' Fred stammered 'I not very hungry, and to be honest I've gone a little of cakes'
'Oh' she said quietly 'I see, you don't have to eat one then'
Fred relaxed a little that was a close one he thought reaching for a magazine and finding the page that he had been reading. As he started reading from the corner of his eye he could see Angelina wiping away something from her cheek. He turned towards her and was surprised to see that see was crying.
'Angel what wrong' he asked tossing the magazine onto the table and wrapping his arms around her shoulders.
'I just wish that some one had told me just how bad my cooking was getting' she told him. Fred closed his eyes and rested his head onto her shoulders. Fuck he thought as even more tears began to fall from her eyes.
'I know that I've been busy with Quidditch and haven't had time to cook as much I used to, but I have been trying' 'your cooking not like that, its brilliant'.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck he hated it when she cried especially if it was he who had made her cry and he felt even worse that it had been because of one of his pranks.
'So your try one of my cakes then, make sure theirs nothing wrong with them' she asked him sweetly holding the plate out to him.
Fred carefully took one and lifted it to his mouth. He looked at the tear stained checks of his wife and the smile on her face, he closed his eyes and took a bite out of the cake, he tasted a horrible bitterness and knew that he had bitten through the sweet. He quickly chewed and swallowed. 'Its really good' he told her.
He began to feel a strange tingling sensation cress over his body. There was a soft pop and where Fred had been sitting there was now a small plumb red chicken.
'Well' said Angelina picking up the quibbler and rolling it up 'seeing as I cant bring the cakes to the picnic then maybe I could just take some chicken sandwiches. Right after I catch and kill the chicken'.
Angelina made a move to hit him with the magazine but he quickly moved out of the way falling of the sofa in the process.
'Fred, I am going to kill you!' She screamed making another move to hit him. Seeing this he began to run well try to any way, well waddle, as he wasn't used to his new thin legs.
He moved as fast he could as his wife began to gain on him, he made a beeline for his sons who were now watching from the doorframe.
Luckily the spell quickly wore off and Fred soon changed back 'I'm so sorry angel. We thought it would be funny' Fred told her while trying to shield himself from the blows of the magazine in his wife's hands.
'We, we thought it would be funny, you and your stupid brother, I cant believe you would do that and it would have been a lot worse at the picnic, especially if molly had got a hold of you, and now we don't have a thing to take this afternoon' Fred quickly grasped her hands before she could deliver another blow to him.
'I'm sorry, look we could take those lollypops to the picnic instead, the ones that turn your hair different colours, the kids will love them.' Fred said pulling her close to him and wrapping his arms around her into a hug.
'Why did I marry you' she mumbled into his shoulder
'Well Because I'm handsome, smart, athletic. Great sense of humour and incredible sexy' he told her. She snorted into his shoulder 'and because no one eles would have me, because once I fell in love with you I knew their was no on eles in the world that I would want to spend the rest of my life with'.
She lifted her head and looked up at him.
'You drive me mad Weasley'
He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.
'I love you too babes'.I can't believe that I'm half way though this story. Only 3 more chapters to go.
I got to give credit to Kawwai-Kitsune whose idea totally changed this chapter. When I read your review this story just came into by head and I think it works better then the originally which was about the sex talk between Fred and his sons. So a big thanks to you for the great idea.
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