Ginny was outraged that you and Fred didn't tell her that you two started dating, or George. She refused to talk to either of you.
Fred ended up getting detention for starting the food fight, a whole months worth of it. Secretly, you tagged along using an invisibility charm for when Snape was watching him, but as soon as he left you spent some time with Fred and kept him company. Whether that was snogging, play fighting or just sitting with one another.
He hated having to be apart from you, even if it was for an hour a day. This cuddly, soft side to Fred was a little unexpected to you because you thought that he would always be the prankster you've always known him as.
Others also thought that once Fred had gotten himself a girlfriend he would've become more calm and less hyperactive all the time. But they were wrong, of course. You didn't want Fred to change anyway. Who would want the extremely loveable redhead to be less himself?
Fred was sat in Snape's office with one of his hands lazily holding the weight of his head whilst his other leaked boredom as it wrote down several lines onto the piece of never ending parchment.
"It's your fault," You whispered, along with a light giggle. Fred pouted.
"Yeah, but if I didn't start it Ginny would've found out that we've been going out with each other for two months, eleven days, three hours, twenty seven minutes, aaand... forty-five seconds!" You stared at him with a raised eyebrow, unable to stop yourself from smiling at his cheeky chuffed grin that was worn on his pale face.
"You've been counting?"
"Well, sort of," Fred said honestly as he raised his wrist to reveal a dark brown, slightly worn out leather watch which had a small silver button on the side of it. Fred clicked this silver button lightly with his thumb which swirled the numbers around on the clock's face, changing into something else. After a few seconds, the numbers began to align. This time it showed several numbers. "I've added an extra feature to remind me how long we've been together. Bit weird, I know. But it cheers me up whenever a number increases."
"You know, some might think that this is rather sweet," You began.
"I know, right?" Fred grinned even more but the grin was very quickly wiped off of his face as he quickly responded. "Do you find it strange? Weird? Odd? Stupid-"
"No, no, no! Of course I don't!" You chuckled, kissing Fred's cheeks gently while brushing your fingers against his fiery red fringe. "I was just surprised that you were-"
"Clever enough to do something like this?"
"Will you stop interrupting me?!" You laughed loudly as Fred continuously teased you by interrupting every new sentence you started. But after a while, he did stop, not wanting to annoy you too much. Fred still had a good lot of lines to write to both of your dismay and he could whine like crazy when he didn't want to do something.
"Fiona?"
"Yes, Fred?" You asked, hoping that you wouldn't learn to regret that by the way he said your name.
"You know you love me,"
"Keep talking," You tutted as you patted his head like you would to a dog. You smirked at the way Fred always got annoyed and needy whenever you ignored him, which was quite a lot of fun most days. Fred pouted but nuzzled the tips of your fingers gently with his nose, smiling hugely.
"...Actually that was all I was going to say-"
"You want me to write the rest of your lines, don't you?" You chuckled as you witnessed the sudden look of surprise wiped across Fred's face, a tiny bit shocked that you could read his mind so well. "I know you, Fred! And no."
"But my hand huuurts..." Fred whined a little childishly. Deliberately, Fred turned on his adorable, irresistible side. His big brown eyes instantly melting into a large pool of puppy-eyed cuteness as he tilted his head into the perfectly fitted slot of your neck. He pouted his lips into a small, quiet whimper of a puppy's, but far more cuter than any breed. Fred pawed at his now 'limped' hand with his nose briefly before turning his shining puppy dog eyes back to yours, locking them securely shut.
"Oh, no!" You chuckled, refusing to allow him the satisfaction of getting what he wanted. "Not the puppy dog eyes!"
Fred tried to stop himself from smiling, not wanting to ruin the absolute perfect way to winning you over.
"No! No, they won't work this time!" You squealed as he nuzzled the crook of your neck gently, kissing the warm skin before looking back up at you, continuing his puppy act. Idiotically, you looked down to your boyfriend's face only to just see how good his act was this time. You could feel your heart melt like butter in the hot sun, withering away into a vulnerable piece of yourself which Fred could easily hook into his hands. In a matter of seconds, you couldn't help yourself. You kissed the unbelievably good actor annoyingly and ruffled his red hair thoroughly with your fingers, smiling irritably at how soft his hair was and how easy he can win you over with those incredibly gorgeous chocolate eyes of his. "...Fine!"
"Thank you!" Fred grinned triumphantly and kissed you once more, kissing your cheek also, just to stay on your good side. A just-about-there smile creeped onto your face as he immediately wrapped his two free hands around your waist, holding you close to him inside of his arms. Fred frequently requested hugs from you, however he felt. But he always showed his gratitude and thankfulness clearly. Including how much he loves you too, although, you haven't fully heard him say that he did yet. The two of you said to yourselves inside your head that you would until the other one said it; which could take a while, seeming as it took Fred a very long time to just admit how he feels.
It was always tough for the first to say 'I love you' no matter how much it was eating you inside. This was another thing George teased Fred about; saying that he has a heart devoted to make you smile and happy every waking second of your life, including the thing which you're allowed to do on your next birthday. This would often lead to George getting a punch in the arm and a large purple V bruise.
"How can you do my handwriting so well?" Fred asked curiously as he watched you accurately write his handwriting to the exact detail. You shrugged.
"I'm a good forger, I guess." You smiled. Twenty minutes later, you finished writing the rest of Fred's lines for the day and even your hand hurt a little.
"There," you said, dropping the quill down onto the repetitive line-filled parchment. "Done, happy?"
"Very, thank you!" Fred chuckled a little sleepily. You rolled your eyes as you heard him yawn slightly.
"Come on, sleepy head." You said gently with a light nudge, elbowing him lightly to prevent him from falling asleep in one of the classrooms where you didn't particularly like to stay in. Reluctantly, Fred let go of you. His arms sluggish and lazy as he tried to keep the two of you there, not wanting to move from this comfy position. With a laugh and a slight struggle to worm yourself out of Fred's long arms, you managed to free yourself and drag Fred onto his feet.
You both quietly left the darkening room and shut the door a little louder than planned. Fred jumped out of his skin and laughed coolly, trying to pretend that he wasn't at all scared. Fred tutted and ran his free hand through his fiery red hair, avoiding eye contact with you for the first minute or two to repel embarrassment. And with that, you squeezed his hand gently in yours before you both began to silently walk down the spooky dark corridors.