You and Fred had been dating since your third year at Hogwarts. You both were now in your seventh year. Fred was head over heels for you. He'd tell random first years to tell you how beautiful you looked and even went out of his way to buy you gifts. He'd draw both of your initials on your arm during classes and would find any excuse to kiss you. And today was no different. You were sitting in the common room reading a book when Fred came in from quidditch practice. "Hey love!" He smirked.