We sat in the train cabin, Fred and George discussing their plans for the next array of "sweets" to work on during the holidays, while I just sat and read a book about the muggle legends about witchcraft, which I will admit fascinated me. After an hour or so I excused myself to go and find the trolley again, I hadn't bought anything the first time but now my stomach was complaining and I felt that I should quiet the whale calls for the good of the group.
"Hey Jess, wait up," I heard a voice call as I left the carriage. I turned to see Fred and let out a sigh of relief, I was not ready to look Eliza or Lee in the face. "You okay? You seem a little off."
"Oh yeah, just mentally scared by the image of two of my friends getting it on," I smiled as I said it, but there was truth sitting behind the words as I tried not to remember what I had seen. "Anyway, what you going to do over the holidays?"
"I'm going to work on some stuff with George, but Angie" he said her name so sarcastically sweetly that I could practically taste it hanging in the air, "is coming over for the last week so I don't think we will be getting much done then. What about you?"
"Not much actually, my older sister is back for the holidays, but she is leaving boxing day so then its just me and my parents I guess." I sounded really sad when I said that, I hadn't meant to.
"Oh, well you know you are always welcome with us, in fact you could just chill with us for the last week, I mean mum said we could have anyone that we wanted over and I'd rather not be stuck with the lovebirds alone."
"I don't know Fred…"
"Please, you could help me with the stuff to sell, and we could study," he uttered the word with such disgust it was painful; "it'll be fun."
"I will ask my parents then," though I hadn't minded spending time with my parents, spending too much time with them could be rather intense to say the least.
A smile dawned on his freckled face as his eyes crinkled in the corners, he nodded ahead to where the trolley was being pushed along. After buying a liquorice wand and a pack of bertie botts every flavour beans we made our way back to the cabin, discussing anything that popped into our minds, which mainly revolved around the prospect of me spending a week at the Weasley residence and what we would get up to. Upon arriving at the cabin I handed him a bean from the packet, and saw his face contort in disgust as he chewed, I could see he was trying not to gag at the flavour he still held in his mouth. Following multiple futile attempts to swallow the mush he so generously displayed, I saw him gulp and open his mouth as if to prove that he had managed not to spew the goo across the train, as he did I got a distinct smell of vomit on his breath and gagged.
"Well that looked fun," I muttered whilst trying not to wretch again.
"Oh yeah," he said, rolling his tongue around his mouth trying to extract the excess of the disgusting treat from his teeth. "And you know what?" a shit eating grin spreading across his face, "I'm more than happy to share." With that he began to chase me along the tight corridor beside the cabins, the threat following me along with the disgusting breath.
"Fred, no!" I yelped as he grabbed me from behind and breathed heavily on my face as I tried not to breathe.
"Don't you want to kiss me?" he breathed heavily on me with each breath. "It was so much fun last time."
"I don't want to kiss you while you have vomit breath you ass!" he let go of me, and as I turned to look at him his face looked confused, like he hadn't expected me to say that. "Sort that out and I'll gladly kiss you." My voice was challenging as his eyebrow rose to accept it, before I could think he was yelling for a breath mint.
I couldn't help but laugh at his behaviour, it took him less than a minute to get a mint from the bewildered first year in the cabin beside where we were standing, as he put it in his mouth I realised what was happening, I was going to kiss Fred Weasley, again. My stomach started filling with butterflies, the good kind that warmed you up and made you feel cosy. He turned to me with minty air drifting from his mouth, a grin playing upon his lips.
Reaching his hand towards my face, I felt him lean closer as I pushed myself towards him, eyes closing at the last possible moment as our lips touched, not as heated as the night before, but it made the butterflies flutter all the same as he kissed me, his hands resting on the small of my back and pulling me closer to him, my heart beat quickening as I felt him move. Why were we doing this? We were friends, things like this weren't supposed to happen, but I couldn't stop myself, not when it felt like this. Sparks slew down my spine as he moved his hand back to my face and began to pull away.
I opened my eyes to see his shimmering brown ones staring back at me, he pressed his forehead to mine and sighed, "What is this Jess?"
"I don't know yet."
"That's okay, we don't need to know, I mean who the heck will care anyway?"
A laugh escaped my mouth, I shook my head. "We are fine, that's what we are."
"We have to get back to the others," he said with disappointment in his tone, and as right as he was I just wanted to stand there with him next to me. I knew that if I had said anything I would have sounded pouty so I just nod and look at him, without saying anything, he just took my hand as we walked up the train carriage.
"What took you guys too long?" asked George a smirk on his face.
Fred looked at me before answering, "I just had a gross bertie bott." And we smiled at the little half truth.