Your parents and the Weasley’s had always been close friends. You practically lived at the Burrow and spent every summer there.

However, you and Fred Weasley weren’t fond of each other, in fact, you hated each other. But, there was always some tension between the two of you.

You and Fred were currently arguing in the garden, like you usually do.

“Why don’t we cut the bullshit, make-out and get this fucking tension done with?” He glares at you, leaning against the stone wall.