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 a perfect house for the three of you, you were by the kitchen, making dinner as Fred tried to convince you to come to his shop to try a new joke item he build but you didn't trust anything, but you were also a bit annoyed that Fred slapped your bum without telling you.

"Can't a man just be happy to see his woman and pat her on her second most erogenous ball and socket joint?"

Fred said playfully, patting your shoulder as he stand behind you while you look over your shoulder, stopping cutting the vegetables for a second to look at him.

"He can but it's still not changing my mind."

You said, turning back to your vegetables and cutting them again to put them in a pan as Fred put his hands in his pocket and lean closer to your ear.

"Well maybe what's in my pants will change your mind."

Fred said, joking of course, he loved the banter but it made you stop cutting the vegetables and he hold back a laugh but his lips was quivering.