A/N: Just a musing I've had with me all day. Yes, it should be a Mother's day musing but this hit me instead. I'm crazy in all senses of the word. o: Happy Mother's day, everybody, I hope you treated your moms with a great treat for all of her hard work! Enjoy - and review, because you're all just amazing people. Really, you are.~ *heart*
Fred once swears to himself at a rambunctious age of eight that he isn't going to be like all of those other men with what he affectionately dubs 'The Stupid Look'. He would have almost gotten away from looking like a gaping fish with his lips parted, eyes widened, and body slightly limp…if it weren't for the Yule Ball taking place on his 6th year due to the Triwizard Tournament.
He was absolutely stunning for having dressed in nothing more than their mum's hand-me-down vests with a fairly worn pair of slacks and a little-than-less white top. Long, straight-arrowed strands of copper lick at his shoulders with every swaying walk he takes, dark eyes roaming the room with a shy, curious glance before he lands on Fred, turns a light shade of red, and strides over to him.
'Gorgeous man.' Fred's thoughts spin about in his hazy mind as the figure cocks and sways with a slight swagger in a sort of exaggerated slow-motion, making It appear that he can part the crowd like the Red Sea with little struggle. 'Beautiful being…'
"Fred…" George whispers once he reaches his intended destination, smirking softly upon noting that his boyfriend is doing 'The Stupid Look' better than any man on the Muggle television screen. "You look like you've never seen me in your life."
"I…I really don't think I have." Fred muses, unable to stop his hand from reaching out and brushing a few strands from George's pale features, lightly calloused thumb stroking his cheek. "You are absolutely beautiful tonight."
"I'm not wearing anything that's new or different. I'm just…well, me."
George is donning a light shade of pink over his pale features – Fred shakes his head and chuckles lowly, leaning in and stealing a rather daring kiss in the middle of myriad bodies.
"Is there anything more stunning than you, though?"
"Hmh...hush, Stupid Look, and kiss me again."
"Sure thing, Well Me."
Yes; Fred almost got away without donning a Stupid Look. Then again, he can't even guarantee he hasn't been giving stupid, gawping looks to George since the beginning of them, anyway.