Though Fred's eyes were on the screen, he found his mind wandering. The fireworks had been a success at Oliver's party and he wondered if others would find them as entertaining, not just Quidditch players. A soft chuckle escaped him at her comment. It was true, during their brief time together she had had to deal with a very annoyed Fred. Usually after some twat of a Slytherin had wound him up, spouting blood purity bullshit.
'Mmm I would,' he squeezed her fingers in return, before sliding his arm to wrap round her waist, keeping her from slipping off the sofa as she reached for her second slice. His hand rest against her stomach and he mused in his head how different she felt to Oliver.
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