It was just one of those days that you couldn’t stay warm. Even bundled up in the
common room sitting by the fire with a long sleeve and a jumper. Plus the blanket your mom had sent you for Christmas.
Holiday was just wrapping up and people were slowly starting to trickle back into the castle but without that many bodies crowded in the common room, it felt like an ice block. Every inch of the castle was freezing. The stones seem to trap it from the wind currently rattling the stained glass windows. The one good thing about the wind thought was that it was shaking off some of the snow that was packed in, letting in some sunlight and raising the temperature by a degree or so.
There was a single stream of sunlight and just like a cat, you were curled up in it. perched on the windowsill, the glass sucking up the mixture of heat from the fire and the sunlight.
The words from the random book you grabbed off of the shelf in an attempt to distract yourself were just going in one ear and out the other.
You sat in that window for hours, saying hi to the other kids that walked in, hauling trunks and holding multiple layers in their arms from the walk up the many many flights of stairs.
A loud laugh from right outside of the portrait hole got your attention. It was a laugh so warm you seemed to forget how cold the castle felt. A laugh you could tell from anywhere, the responding laughter only further cementing who it was. The picture swings open and you see the flash of red hair. You sink back down when you see it’s about a foot too short. Ginny. Followed by Ron who was getting yelled at for shaking his still snow covered beanie out on top of the girls head. You giggled quietly to yourself. Trying to hide the disappointment that it was the wrong Weasley. But he must be close, you know it.
“Do it again and I’ll hex you.” Ginny yells in a stern voice. Running her hand through her hair to get the clumps of snow out.
“I’d pay good money to see that” A voice called from right outside the entrance. It felt like your heart jumped into your throat. George had walked in, followed by Fred. You had lost all interest in the book you were pretending to read. A smile instantly popping up on your face.
You hadn’t seen Fred all of the holiday, unlike last year when you had spent almost all of break at the burrow. It sort of had made you spoiled, spending every moment with Fred for almost over a year. Suddenly whenever you didn’t see him for long periods of time it was like a small part of you was missing and boy, did that scare the crap out of you.
His eyes met yours from across the room and the smile he gave you could have melted all the snow outside. The room seemed to float away as you started to unwrap yourself for all the various layers you were bundled in.
Your ears vaguely picked up the sound of someone in the room whistling at the little scene you two made but honestly, you didn’t care. Something about Fred always pulled you in, like magnets.
“Hey there.” He said in a small surprised voice as you wrapped your arms around his middle. His own hands going into your hair to give you a few calming pats. You placed your chin on his chest so you could look him in the eye. Your cheeks started to hurt from how much you were smiling.
He tried to take a step forward but you just gave him a tighter squeeze.
“Gosh, keep that up and people are going to think you missed me.”He gave a fake look of horror. “Worse than that they might actually get the impression you...like me..” He chuckled at own joke.
Moving his hand from your head to just under your chin, he tilted it up so he could lean down and give you a quick peck.
“Enough you two, you’re going to spoil my dinner before I’ve even eaten it.” George shouts from across the common room. A small part of you had forgotten anyone else was even there. A small pout must have formed on your face because Fred just winks at you before whispering “later than” into your ear, causing your whole face to heat up slightly.
The feast that night left you all feeling full and sleepy. The perfect thing for such a cold night. If possible the lack of sun actually made it even colder. You couldn’t just retreat into the warm of your window anymore, so you settled for dragging a plush loveseat by the fireplace and trying to finish that same book from earlier.
“See she’s already forgotten about me.” You heard a familiar voice say with a laugh.
“I wish it was that easy, Weasley.” You shot right back.
He grabbed his chest and folded over. “I’m wounded.” He chuckles again before grabbing your head and tilting it up so he could give you a kiss on the forehead. Your eyes close and your face crunches up as you fake a grimace.
Fred plops down right by your side. Draping his legs over the length of the couch, covering the book in your hand. You sigh a dramatic sigh and look over at him. He quickly looks away, whistling very loudly. Sighing again you scoot over a little so you can put your head on his chest. You did have to admit he was warmer than all the blankets you had.
After a few moments, you stopped playing the little game of being indifferent and wrapped both arms around his middle again, cuddling even further into his side.
One of his arms goes around your waist, the other going to your hair. “Someone is cuddly tonight I see.” He murmurs before leaning his head against the top of yours.
“What can I say you’re warm.” You say before closing your eyes.
“I missed you too.” Is the last thing you hear before you drift off. Warm for the first time all day.
I am quite depressed for the past few weeks and have been giving my boyfriend a very hard time. Today is my birthday, he sent me some messages (he is in China studying, hard to give him a call) and told him that today is Shinhwa’s concert. I kept telling him that I want to go and he kept listening to me rambling patiently. I asked him to bring me to a Shinhwa Concert sometime in the future and he said yes. I said if Shinhwa is doing an Asia tour and they happened to be in China please go instead of me, he said he will go if I am there with him.
I just went to get the washing in and left my laptop on the couch. As usual the kittens followed me to the washing line, when we got back inside Fred went crazy and jump on the couch and pounced on my laptop. He's so weird
