Your eyes were wider than before, filled with shock and awe. You couldn't speak for seconds; your mouth failing to deliver the words you needed to say, the words you wanted to say. Your words were feeble and small, barely an answer.
"...W-what?"
"Marry me," Fred repeated quite calmly, but his eyes had more nerves than an ocean could contain.
You tried to answer; but once again your words failed you, still paralysed from his question.
"Look, I-I know that it's sudden and that we are quite young but I wanted to ask this for months now but you were just fifteen, and I thought that you wouldn't say yes because you used to be too young. But that's why I waited until the very second you turned sixteen, that's why I woke you this early to ask you, even if it is at a weird time of 7:12am but I waited! This is odd coming from me, I know, but... but I just feel like we were made for each other? I know that what I said was very cliché but it's true and honest! I do feel like we were because I can be myself around you without being worried about judgemental reasons or if you thought that I was too strange for you, which even now I'm surprised that you still said yes to being my girlfriend," Fred chuckled dryly amongst his nervous words, his speech quickening.
"I know that there are so many guys out there who are better than me, intelligence and wealth wise, but not looks. I mean, look at me, I'm gorgeous!" Fred joked, but quickly returned back to his point. "But I promise that I will do everything I can do to make you the happiest girl in the whole world, in the whole universe because I love you Fi-Fi... and that's my main reason really." Fred's cheeks burned a flaming red brighter than any blush you had seen, brighter than his hair, or even your cat Freddy's hair.
A silence fell between the two of you. Fred couldn't tell if this was a good or bad silence, whether it was an awkward or a wait-for-it moment. He swallowed, his throat dry and his nerves not budging a single bit.
Fred was about to open his mouth to speak but he was stopped by your lips crashing down onto his, your hands cupping his burning cheeks gently yet firmly, causing you two to tumble to the ground. Fred lay on his back with you lying on top of him, finally releasing him from your hands and lips. A blush also managed to creep up onto your cheeks as you looked down at him, your faces inches apart. Fred smiled a little and brushed your hair behind your ear to stop it from tickling his nose.
"So, err... is that a yes?"
"Of course it is you idiot!" You laughed brightly, kissing him once more before allowing him to speak again. "Mm, minty," you chuckled, tasting the sweetness of mint from Fred's lips. Fred nodded, chuckling from embarrassment.
"Yeah, I brushed my teeth twice this morning just in case,"
"Why would you brush them twice?" you laughed from either confusion or amusement, or both.
"Because I wanted to make sure that I was minty fresh~!" Fred said like those cheesy people in the television commercials, although you doubted that he even knew what a television was. "That and I didn't want my breath to smell,"
"You do realise that brushing your teeth twice a day will do that just fine? I share a room with Hermione and you know her parents are dentists so I get a whole load of lectures about how to keep your mouth hygienic-"
"Boooring!" Fred yawned, grinning mischievously. You flicked his nose playfully, trying not to grin yourself.
Fred carefully removed the ring from the box and hoped that it would fit alright, seeing that he isn't that clever to other eyes but you thought that everyone had some sort of intelligence, and for Fred it was creativity. Thankfully, the ring fitted beautifully and it sparkled in whatever lighting, glum or bright. You smiled in awe.
"How did you get it to sparkled so many colours?"
"I put a charm on it to make your favourite colours stand out more. George helped me do it-"
"It's not going to explode up in my face is it?" You panicked mockingly.
"Oh yeah, course it is!" Fred laughed but then shook his head, clearing up the fact that it was a genuine ring and wasn't a joke. "I made it so it's unique, hopefully. It can change to whatever colour you want it to be; so if you wanted it to be a pale blue, it'll turn pale blue. If you wanted it to turn to a dusty rose pink, it'll turn to a dusty rose pink colour."
You smiled happily at how much thought and effort he put into this, but your smile soon faded.
"Is Ginny still mad at us?"
"Huh? Oh no, she helped me choose the ring. I had a talk to her about us and why we kept our relationship secret and she understood after a while and a few punches later. I've got a bruise on my arm, feisty little sister I have don't I?" Fred chuckled. "As soon as I mentioned the word 'propose' she deafened me with this squeal, ah, my poor ears! But yeah, she came with me to choose the ring. George couldn't come because he was testing out our newest products on Ron. Nothing too serious! Just a few sweets that change some of your features to different colours. Such as these chewy sweets which turns your hair different colours and then falls out! But it grows back a couple of minutes later so it's all controlled, the longest he's been bald for was five minutes, so it's fine."
One of your eyebrows rose when he described his product.
"Isn't that a bit... odd? Wait, I'm talking to a Weasley here," You joked, laughing as Fred pouted.
"Well, you're going to be a Weasley so maybe I should make your hair turn red like ours!"
"I wouldn't mind," You shrugged, nodding your head a little at the idea. Fred frowned.
"Damn," he cursed under his breath as you chuckled in amusement from his childish ways.
A content silence fell between the two of you. Fred lightly brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheek, stroking your skin softly. You looked into those big brown eyes of his that always reminded you of melting chocolate and glistened tons mischief whenever you looked into them.
"Do you think that I should wear it?"
"What do you mean?" Fred cooed quietly, kissing your forehead.
"Shall we have our engagement, you know, public? It's a bit sudden for others to know, and some might get the wrong idea... if you know what I mean."
Fred frowned in thought but his eyes swiftly widened as soon as he got what you were saying.
"O-oh, right," Fred laughed. "They might think that I got you...?"
"Pregnant, exactly." You laughed also at the idea, but were also worried about the reactions others may have if they did think that.
"I haven't have I?!" Fred acted shocked, but then grinned afterwards.
"Fred you know that you haven't because we haven't done that yet!"
One of Fred's eyebrows rose at your comment, smirking cheekily. "'Yet'?"
"...Shut up." You mumbled in embarrassment, your cheeks turning pink at the idea.
"You so want me!" Fred teased, winking. You grabbed a cushion from on of the armchairs and smothered it into Fred's face, laughing at him struggling to remove it and hearing him laugh under the punishment. Fred managed to push the cushion off of him and gasped air into his lungs, heaving in breaths whilst smirking in your direction. "Gee, I wonder what you're going to be like when we get married!"
You giggled and threw the cushion at his face playfully. The cushion bounced off of Fred's face and landed beside his elbow on the floor. Fred's breath lightened from his previous heaves, now becoming just heavy, slow breathes.
"You're doing that on purpose," you snorted.
"Doing what?" Fred asked, tilting his head innocently.
"Pretending to have one of those 'manly' heavy pants on," You mocked him by lowering your voice and breathing heavily and slowly. Fred grabbed the cushion laying on its own and threw it up at your face, getting his own back. An amused flow of laughter passed through your lips. "You know, this'll look very weird if anyone sees us down here."
"Doesn't bother me," Fred shrugged. But as soon as he said that, George came bouncing down the stairs of the boys dormitory and jumped the remaining few just for fun. It didn't take him long to notice you both on the floor and he grinned once he did.
"Getting some from the Mrs, eh, Freddy?"
"Shut up, Georgey," Fred said, grinning also from his brother's comment.
"Stay safe, use protection!" George whispered a stage whisper, loud enough for you two to hear whilst giving you both a wink and a thumbs up. Both of your cheeks transformed into a pallet of red shades.
"We weren't-, you don't understand w-we … We haven't even done that yet Georgey!" Fred stuttered. You gave Fred a questioning look as he quoted what you had said not even a few minutes ago. Fred caught your look and smiled innocently, raising his eyebrows in a cheeky way to add onto his adorableness.
"Ooo, 'yet'?" George teased.
"Shut uuup!" Fred whined, trying not to laugh as he slapped a hand across his eyes and forehead.
"Alright, alright! Just to warn you, the others will be down soon to go to breakfast." You and Fred nodded in thanks, not really wanting anyone to get the wrong idea. George was about to leave out of the door but then halted his skip and poked his head around to look at the two of you. "Oh, and if it's a boy, call it George?!"
Fred pulled off his school shoe and quickly threw it in the direction of his brother, missing him by an inch.
"Gosh, Freddy, you should have better aim considering that you're a beater!" George ducked as the other shoe skimmed across his messy head of red hair, hitting the wall behind him with a mild thud. "Now, now, no need to get aggressive my dear brother of mine-GAH!"
"Fred! That was my shoe!" You whined with a smile as Fred stole your shoe off of your foot and managed to hit George this time. George laughed and swooped off and out of the Gryffindor common room, bounding down the corridor to avoid getting hit by a swarm of shoes.
Fred wrapped his long arms around your waist and gently lifted you up with him, holding you as he stood up back onto his feet. Your eyes were completely opposite each other and your feet were at least five or six inches from the ground. Fred chuckled.
"You're so small,"
"No, you're just freakishly tall!" You and Fred bellowed laughter before he placed you back down to your feet. He collected up all three of the shoes and slipped on his easily; he then lifted up your shoe in the palm of his hand, putting on a posh voice.
"Your shoe, my lady."
"Why, thank you sir," You laughed as you swiped the shoe from Fred's hand and quickly hopped your sock covered foot into it.
"May I accompany you to breakfast?" Fred bowed, holding out his hand whilst placing the other behind him. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes, as you couldn't stop laughing from his posh gentleman acting.
"Stop it, Fred! My stomach hurts!" You laughed, your hands clutching your stomach, hurting a little from your continuous laughter.
"Then I shall carry you!"
"What? No, no, no-AH!" Fred scooped you up into his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands supporting underneath your knees to prevent you from falling. It was fun getting piggy-back rides from Fred because then you could experience what it's like to be at there height whilst adding on the additional inches from your own height onto his. Occasionally you had to duck for doorways, otherwise you would get an awful headache. You decided to just play along and pointed out in front of him, commanding. "Forwards, mush!"