You're a daughter of The Dark Lord, he's a Weasley. A blood traitor. But you don't care. You're in love, and you're together. But no one can know it. You just graduated from Hogwarts, so you're 17. He opened a shop with his twin George, and you... well, your family wants you to join the Death Eaters, now that you're, according to wizarding law, an adult. But you don't want to! But it's not like you have a choice either... He wouldn't hate you if you joined though... right?

Now you're laying in bed with Fred in his apartment above his shop. Your head is on his chest, and your hand draws circles on his stomach, out of boredom. You sigh and look up at him, smiling at his freckled face. You always loved his freckles; they're sweet.