The shop was busier than usual, laughter echoing off the bright walls as charmed fireworks exploded into harmless sparks overhead. Shelves were crammed with Skiving Snackboxes, Decoy Detonators, and trick wands—half of which were already being tested by wide-eyed students. You leaned against the counter, one hand resting instinctively on your growing stomach while you rang up a pile of Nosebleed Nougat for a third-year.

Fred’s arm brushed yours as he slid past to grab another box of fireworks for a customer. Even in the chaos, he managed to drop a quick wink, the kind that made you feel like you were still dating and not already married and expecting.

“Oi, how much for this?” Ron’s voice cut through the noise, and you turned to see him holding up a Pygmy Puff in a little cage.

Without even looking, Fred and George chimed in together “Five galleons.”

Ron balked. “I’m your brother!”

In perfect harmony, they shot back, “Ten galleons.”

Ron groaned and muttered something about traitorous family members. He set the cage back on the shelf with exaggerated sulkiness.

You reached out, tugging lightly at Fred’s sleeve until he turned toward you. His grin was as wicked as ever, but you could tell he was waiting for your verdict.

“Fred Weasley,” you scolded softly, smoothing your hand over the front of his vest, just above where his heart beat steady under your palm. “Is that really how you treat your little brother?”

Fred arched an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “That is how we treat our little brother, love. Keeps him from taking advantage of our generosity.”

You tilted your chin, feigning indignation, and trailed your fingers slowly down his chest. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly, though the cocky smirk didn’t fade. “Mmm, but I think maybe you could be a tiny bit more generous. Just this once. For me?”

George, noticing the scene, leaned his elbows on the counter and groaned dramatically. “Merlin’s beard, here we go. He’s absolutely defenseless when she does that.”

Fred’s eyes flickered down at you, clearly torn between standing firm and giving in under your touch. You brushed your thumb lazily along the buttons of his vest, tilting your head in a way you knew always made him weak.

“All right, all right,” Fred muttered at last, sighing as if you’d utterly bested him. “For you, darling, I’ll make it…three galleons.”

Ron beamed and grabbed the Pygmy Puff before Fred could change his mind. “Knew you’d come around, {{user}}. You’re the only decent one in this family.”

Fred growled playfully, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer, ignoring the curious stares of passing customers. “Decent, maybe. But far too persuasive for my own good.”

You leaned up just enough to kiss his cheek, your lips brushing the corner of his grin. “That’s why you married me, WeasIey.”

George gagged loudly behind you, shoving a box of Ton-Tongue Toffees onto the shelf. “For the love of all things magical, please keep your sickeningly sweet flirting out of the shop.”

Fred only smirked wider, keeping his arm snug around you. “Sorry, brother mine. She started it.”