"Happy Birthday to us." George muttered glumly as we sat in the hall, Umbridge sitting where Dumbledore had been sitting only three days prior, her obnoxiously pink outfit reflecting the light, nearly blinding half of the hall.
"This is freaking bull." Fred added, rubbing his bloodied hand, they had set off "Weasleys' Wildfire Whiz-bangs" the day after Dumbledore had left, resulting in a detention. "I'm so sick of her acting so high and mighty." He muttered quietly as if she could in some way hear us.
"We only have a few more months," I said matching his volume. "Then you won't have to deal with her," I tried to make my words sound comforting in some way, but they just came off as sarcastic.
"Four months wasted and we won't even get anything from it," Fred mumbled back, "it's all just a load of crap."
"Oh please, what are you gonna do then? Drop out." Both of the twins looked up from their plates when I said that, sharing a look I knew all too well. "No. You can't." They didn't respond to that, their grins just grew as they looked back down at their plates, "George, Angelina would kill you if you leave." He looked up at me.
"We aren't going to leave now," I could see the conflict in his eyes as he said it. "And it would only mean that we open the shop earlier than we planned."
"Are you joking?"
"Jess, we can talk about this at some other point," he looked at me, searching my eyes for something that might hint at my reaction.
I kissed him gently and leant back, sighing, "If you go I won't be able to kiss you." I looked at him, while his eyes flickered over to George who was doing his best to ignore our public displays of affection, as though he didn't do more than this on a regular basis. "And if I have to suffer through the pink atrocity so do you." I turned back to my plate and continued to eat the food that was on my plate as George snickered at my comment while Fred just stared at me for a moment before turning back to his plate, a small frown on his face.
After I had finished my food I just waited for Fred to finish his own plate, which was piled high with all of the foods that had sat before us. Once he was finished he took my hand and we walked out of the hall, hand in hand, back towards the common room to collect our bags for next lesson. After we had both gotten our bags, we were earlier than expected, but made our ways to transfiguration anyway.
Or at least that was the plan, a short distance from the classroom there was a small broom cupboard that Fred stopped beside, his grin flirtatious. "Classy." I state as he stares me down, after looking from side to side I nod, within seconds he pulled me into the surprisingly spacious storeroom, his lips on mine as he kicked the door closed behind us. His hands resting on my lower back, as the kiss deepened I wrapped my arms around his neck.
His hot lips against my skin drowned out all other noise; I was pressed between his body and the cool, stone wall at my back. My heart was racing. I tried to get closer to him, pushing myself towards his lips. We continued this for a time, though it didn't feel like long enough, and I doubt it ever will. But we stopped to breathe, hot heavy breaths against each other; neither of us wanted to stop, but there was still class to get to, and Mcgonagall would not stand us being late, though I'm not entirely sure whether or not she would notice my absence, Fred not causing trouble would capture her attention indefinitely. I couldn't very well continue making out with Fred without Fred.
So we stood, together for as long as we could allow ourselves, then we separated and I tried to myself look like he hadn't run his hands through my hair, making it stand up at odd angles. I looked over at him to see pink lip gloss smeared across his lips, making me chuckle slightly as I reached up to try and wipe some of it away with my sleeve, but he caught my hand mid-air and leaned down to kiss me, and I kissed back. But pulled away smiling, I successfully wiped his face this time as he pouted. "You are going to be such a great mum someday," he said when I had pulled my arm away.
"Would that be you hinting at something there?" I retorted.
"Well I mean, I," he spluttered. I reached my hand up to his face and he seemed to calm at my touch, "I wasn't saying that, but I would like that in the future, maybe, I don't know," he began to blush.
"We have time Freddy, we can talk about the future in the future."
With that we walked out of the storeroom, hand in hand, to class. He leaned down to whisper, "Happy Birthday to me." The smirk said it all.