She could barely touch her breakfast, she was so nervous. Today was a day of endless possibilities. Once she had tucked her self into bed last night, she realised she had no idea what kind of date he had planned. She pondered all night. Her first thought was a simple coffee date, or a quick bit of lunch somewhere in Diagon Alley. But he was Fred Weasley. She couldn't imagine him ever doing something so casual, without any mischief involved. Especially if he was trying to make a lasting impression. He wasn't predictable, he was chaotic. A loud bang startled her, causing her to drop her toast back down to the plate and jump up in her seat. Snapping her head round to the direction of the noise, she saw an ancient looking grey owl hovering by the window, feathers ruffled, startled expression and a letter in its mouth. She opened the window so the owl could perch on the ledge. She pulled some treats out and gave it a soft pet as she pulled the letter from its mouth.

Glancing down at the letter, she didn't recognise the handwriting, but it wasn't uncommon for her as Hermione to receive random letters from the Ministry, written by interns and admins. When she turned the letter over to open it, she noticed the wax seal. Bright orange wax adorned the middle of the envelope, with a huge 'W' stamped into it to seal it closed. Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Her heart dropped to her stomach. Why would he be writing her? He would have had to go to the trouble to get their address from Hermione. He must be cancelling on her, only a few hours before they were supposed to meet. How could he have changed his mind so quickly? What if something had come up? She should at least read his letter before she allowed herself to become disappointed.

She ripped it open. Two short sentences in thick black ink on the crisp white parchment. 'Can't wait to see you. Wrap up warm. Fred x'. Her body spring back to life as she went from feeling near disappointment, to intense excitement. A huge grin spread over her face as she looked down at the note, reading it over again. She was going on a date with him, and he couldn't wait to see her! Telling her to wrap up warm added fuel to her previous thoughts of wonder. She wondered the entire time she got ready, in a happy trance, listening and singing along to all of her favourite songs. Jumper, jeans, boots and fluffy socks, with her biggest coat over the top. She wished Hermione could be here to tell her she looked good, to bolster her confidence, but to be honest Deborah was feeling pretty great about herself. She was ready with half an hour to spare. She tried to sit but the nerves were spreading through her entire body like popping candy, and she couldn't sit still. Staring at the clock, tapping her foot, bouncing her knees, playing with her hands, picking her nail varnish, the time passed so slowly.

With fifteen minutes left to go, she decided that she would leave for Diagon Alley, and stop before hand to get a hot drink from the Leaky Cauldron. One last look over herself, checking she had everything, she grabbed her small backpack and apparated with a pop. She had managed to get into the Leaky Cauldron, and a nice cup of lemon green tea was now soothing her nerves. She sauntered up the road, looking in every window to pass the time, she had considered going into Flourish and Blott's for a look around, but knew she would end up buying a book, so stopped herself. Less than five minutes to go, she was approaching 93 Diagon Alley. You wouldn't call Diagon Alley dull, but the bright orange window panes and doors of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes seemed to illuminate the whole street, it was the centre of attention, the first thing that would catch your eye as you walked through the bustling road.

She was admiring the shop's displays when her eyes landed on him. He was leaning against one of the windows outside, playing with his hands and looking nervously down the streets to his left and right. Stopping in her tracks, she took a moment to take him in, and to swallow her nerves. He looked so handsome like this, dressed casually in signature Weasley knitwear, hair slicked back, early afternoon sun highlighting the freckles on his cheeks. She continued walking towards him. As soon as he saw her, his anxious expression disappeared, and he started smiling from ear to ear, giving her a big wave. She shyly waved back, and hurried over to meet him.

"Hi." She breathed once she had reached him. Her mouth was dry, and she had seemed to have forgotten how to form a proper sentence.

Luckily Fred didn't seem as flustered as she did, or at least he isn't show it. "Good morning so far? You look lovely, spring obviously suits you." He beamed down at her. She smiled at his compliment, and searched her brain to find the best reply. However, Fred's attention was diverted from her, by a small child pulling on his coat.

"Mr Weasley, sir!" The little boy shouted to him. "Can I have your autograph sir? You and your brother are the bestest pranksters ever! I wanna be like you two one day!" He held a photograph and pen up to Fred.

Fred crouched down to the boys level, asking him his name and signing the picture. He was making the young boy laugh the entire time, then he whispered in the boys ear. "Free puking pastilles! I will go and tell other Mr Weasley the secret password!" He shouted, then ran off into the joke shop, giggling as he went. Deborah's heart melted a little bit, seeing how sweet he was with the child.

"Sorry about that, happens quite a lot! At least it was an endearing young customer rather than one of Rita Skeeter's minions." He looked embarrassed. "Which is why we are going where we are going! Are you okay doing side along apparition?"

"Yeah of course. Although, side along apparition? This adds another layer to this mysterious first date." She quirked her eyebrow up at him.

"Well, hold on tight and you'll soon find out." He held out his arm to her. Happily, she hooked her arm in his, resting her hand on his forearm, enjoying how small she felt next to him. In a swift move, he pulled her hand into his, lacing their fingers together. It felt natural, like her hand had been made to be held by his. He looked down at her, glint in his eyes. "Ready?" She nodded, and closed her eyes.

After the familiar pulling sensation, she kept her eyes closed for a second. The sounds of chatter and bustle of Diagon Alley, had been replaced by birdsong and a gentle breeze. The warmth of being part of a crowd, disappeared to cold, crisp, still air. She opened her eyes, all she could see was beautiful countryside, rolling green hills, flowers starting to bloom, and not another person in sight.

'Wow, this is breathtaking." She thought aloud to him, admiring the view, their hands still intertwined.

"Isn't it just." He replied. "You up for a countryside stroll?"

"Yes! I can't wait to see more." She gazed up at him. He smiled back, and dropped her hand so they could walk up the steep narrow path of the hill. They walked for a couple of minutes in silence, she wanted to focus on not falling over and keeping up with his pace.

Once they had reached flatter ground, they walked side by side and she broke the comfortable silence. "So you bring a lot of first dates here?" She teased. "Always good to wow a girl with beautiful scenery."

"Are you implying that I have a lot of first dates?" He bantered back.

"Surely, a handsome young eligible bachelor like yourself can't be lacking in female attention. If I remember correctly, half the girls in school wanted to date either you or George." She smirked, sarcasm filling her voice.

"Ah yes, Hogwarts days were easier. When I was poor and girls would only like me for my devilish good looks and legendary charm, even made McGonagall blush a few times you know." He winked at her. "No, to be serious. I just haven't been dating in a while. When the business took off we would get a lot of women who were only after the money, then after the war it was a lot of women who were looking to marry war heroes. So decided to wait until I met someone and it felt, you know, natural." He looked flushed at what he had just said.

"You've sussed out my whole plan! All I wanted was your money and war hero status, I didn't know you would catch on so quickly!" She joked to lighten the mood back up. He laughed with her.

"Such a shame, we are nearly at the best spot! I thought we could enjoy the view together, but I'll just have to go on my own like I always do!" He batted his eyelashes at her, jokingly pleading with her to continue on. She could see a bench at the top of the hill in the distance, and knew that's where they were heading. They carried on walking, and joking with each other. They told each other their best worst first date stories. She told him about Seamus Finnigan refusing to spend money on wine, and then blowing up half the table when he tried to transfigure their bottle of water into wine. Only to not understand why she refused to go on a second date with him. Fred was in hysterics. His was less funny, more a presentation of how rude people could be. A young witch had made him take her to this really expensive restaurant, ordered loads of food, made him pay and then told him he was blessed to be within her presence when he had decided not to take things further. No wonder he had stopped dating if women had been treating him like that.

As they approached the bench, Fred stopped and said, "Close your eyes."

"Why what are you going to do?" She stopped in her tracks.

"Do you not trust me?" He turned to look in her eyes.

"No? You literally make a living pulling pranks? Why would I trust you?" She chuckled back to him.

A wave of mischief washed over his face. "I wasn't even thinking like that, but now you put the idea in my mind." He faked being deep in thought, rubbing his chin. "Come on, just close your eyes!" He ran behind her, and put his hands over her eyes.

He slowly began walking them forward. "Just a warning, no funny business, I am very good at hexes and Hermione is even better!" She heard him laugh behind her, his breath on the back of her head made a shiver run down her spine and forced her to be quiet. After another minute of walking, she felt him walk her round the bench, and he told her to sit down.

"You ready? Open your eyes." He said, as she felt him take his hands away from her face. The air felt colder around her now. She opened her eyes, and took in a deep breath. She bathed in the view, it was beautiful. She could see for miles in front of her, endless green as far as her eyes could see, until far in the distance it met the crystal blue sky. The sun hung lower in the sky now, illuminating everything in her view, making it look like a work of art. She was sure her eyes had never been able to see so clearly before, or maybe she had just spent too much time in the city. He had taken a seat next to her, and she could tell he was looking at her intently, waiting for her to say something but she could quite find the words to say.

"Coffee?" He asked, pulling a large thermos out of his coats inner pocket, and two tin mugs out of the pocket on the other side.

"This view is incredible, how did you find this place?" She replied, nodding at his question.

He poured out the coffee. "George and Angelina started seeing each other on all of his days off, so instead of being alone I decided to start doing country walks, and I just stumbled across it by accident. I come here the most often now, my favourite little thinking spot." He smiled, as he handed her he warm cup.

"George must love it here too, bet he's brought Angelina here a few times." Deborah questioned, taking a sip of her drink. Allowing her hands to warm up around the edge of the cup.

"Erm, no actually. I never shown him, you are the only person I have showed this place too." He studied the contents of his cup, nervously running his hands through his hair.

"I must be one of the luckiest people in the world then." The words left her lips before she had even considered what she was saying. She blushed once she heard herself. She was being too much for a first date, but she wasn't lying, she did feel lucky.

His head looked up from his cup to meet her gaze, but he didn't say anything. He looked so soft up close. All the sharp edges and rugged handsomeness you could appreciate from a distance, all blended together in close proximity. His sharp cheek bones, were now covered in soft brown freckles; the tip of his nose was tinged pink from the cold. His jawline now looked relaxed, dusted with light ginger stubble. His eyes looked like the sun was shining through them, and even his scar down the left side of his face looked subdued, rather than harsh and jagged. He seemed to be observing her with the same intensity that she had been with him. His body was turned towards her, with his arm resting on the back of he bench beside her. He bit his lip between his teeth, as Deborah had a wave of insecurity flow over her. All she could think about was her flaws.

Then, his hand trailed up her arm, over her shoulder, and settled on the side of her face. And he kissed her. She was so deep within her own thoughts that she didn't react, shocked that this wonderous man had decided he wanted to kiss her.

He pulled away. "Shit... I'm sorry, I just..." She didn't let him finish his sentence, pulling him towards her by the collar of his coat. They kissed again, this time properly. His lips were soft, and he tasted like the coffee they had just been drinking. He smelt like cinnamon and fireworks, like the week between Halloween and Bonfire Night. His hands pulled her closer by her waist, as hers played with the hair at the base of his neck. His tongue ran across her bottom lip and she moaned slightly into the kiss, causing his hands to grip her waist tighter. She had forgotten a kiss could make you feel like this, desperate, like a fire had lit in the pit of your stomach, that only the other person could tame. They slowly pulled away from each other, Fred planted a kiss on the tip of her nose, and they both gazed at each other breathlessly.

"I knew you would be a good kisser." He broke the silence and pinched her cheek. She laughed and swatted his hand away.

"I think it takes two people to make a good kiss, you can't be a good kisser by yourself." She bantered back to him, pinching his cheek in return. He batted her hand away, and held her face in his hands.

"I suppose you are right." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, and refilled their cups of coffee. They spent the next couple of hours laughing, and catching up with each other's lives. Sat on the bench at the top of the hill, sharing life stories, drinking coffee and sharing the occasional kiss. It didn't feel like their first date, it felt as if they had been dating forever. Familiar and comfortable. Once it had started to get dark, they walked down the hill, hand in hand, before apparating back to Diagon Alley.

As soon as they landed, Fred had her backed up against the wall outside his joke shop. One arm leaning on the wall next to her head, and the other hand tangled in the hair at the bottom of her head, he pulled her in for another kiss. This one was rougher than any of the kisses at the top of the hill. This kiss was needy. The thrill of the kiss, being pressed against the wall, and his hand pulling softly at her hair made her a mess. She could feel the heat between her legs, she couldn't remember the last time she had wanted someone this badly. Silently praying that he was going to invite her upstairs. But the kiss ended, and he backed away from her, still leaning on his arm against the wall.

"I think it's time to be getting you home, I don't want to steal your whole day away from you. I bet Hermione is dying to know what's happened." He looked just as flustered as she did, but maybe he just had better self restraint.

She was about to reply, but bells tinkled as the door to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes opened. George popped his head out of the door looking from left to right before spotting Dee and Fred. Instantly smirking as they turned to look at him.

"Thought someone was bloody trying to break in you two were making such a racket." He raised his eyebrows at them. "But, it's just the two people I have been looking for, come here!" Fred and Dee looked confused at each other, but both walked to the entrance of the shop. George pulled a letter out of his back pocket and handed it to Fred.

"To Gred and Forge. The owls have left the nest, the Burrow is free for one night and one night only. Weasley party tonight. Bring Angelina and persuade Dee to come too. Love, your favourite sister x." He read aloud, smiling down at the parchment.