You were Rosalind Potter, you were Harry Potter's older sister and you were two years old older than Harry. Your bestfriends were the Weasley Twins since first year, but since fourth year you and Fred loved eachother but only acted in sixth year. Kissing in a kayak, at night, off curfew while everyone were sleeping, on the Black Lake, watching the moon above you both...

Fred proposed to you not too long ago. 2 years ago actually. When you both were 18 years old and he opened his shop, the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes with his twin brother, George. Now you both were 20 years old and still as loving as ever, even got a little boy of 2 years old named Winifred George Weasley.

Right now you were both living in The Burrow with Fred's family. Everyone was outside, even Winifred who was being watched by Fred's brothers, especially George who was maybe chasing Winifred around as a game, which was adorable.

You and Fred were the only one in The Burrow because Fred was making some bagel, shirtless and only wearing some pants and socks as you stand behind him.

"Looks delicious. And I'm not talking about the sandwich."

You commented, looking at Fred and not the bagel as he put the ingredients in the bread.

"Oh Merlin..."

Fred said, exasperate because he knew you weren't gonna leave him alone now and you giggle, coming to stand next to him.

"You come here like a bludger... And ruin all my hard work."

Fred said and he moved away when you tried to touch his chest and you chuckle at that as he put some pickles in the bread and other things.

"Nothing is ruined, it's looks perfect."

You said, looking down at the bagels on the plate, being stuffed with some onions, tomatoes and pickles. Fred, hearing your comment knew you wanted to take one so he spoke.

"Back off."

Fred said, not looking at you as you laugh at his comment and Fred smiled when you laugh because it was his favorite sounds in the world and he couldn't get enough of it even if you annoy him.