Fred Weasley has never been shy, embarrassment wasn't in his vocabulary. He's completely his genuine and undisputed self, never afraid to go after what he wants, after who he wants. You're the opposite, or at the very least- more reserved, you and him, him and you, form a dynamic that most would deem unworkable. Too bad he's already smitten.

He's so taken with you, it's laughable really. Those long fingers are always restless, no one misses the way they run over your arm when you speak, or reach out to twirl a strand of your hair. And Fred doesn't miss the way your breathing stutters when he does, or how you'll turn his head away if he gets too close, calling him cheesy when he verbalizes his affections.

But he can't help himself.

He doesn't want to startle you, taking things slow is alright, and yet. Can you blame him for wanting more?. Everytime he has you in his arms, he has to steel himself, allowing his hands to wander, but not too far, praising each part of you as if he had crafted it himself, but not for long. The minute your heart starts skipping beats, or your skin becomes heated, he watches you shy away from his touch, out of his reach.

Like now. The two of you lounge around in his room, your body laying atop of him, his hands resting on your hip, not daring to move as if you'd get up and run the second he does. "George made sure to leave us alone tonight, he's staying with Percy" he murmurs, you hum in response. It's Christmas at the burrow, and dinner was just wrapped up, you either stay downstairs for a game of Gobstones or you head to your room, Fred chose the room, and you.

And he's glad he did. The muscles in his face ease as your lips press against it again, and again, sending little shivers down his spine. You always doted on him so much, and at the same time never enough. Occasionally he'd steal a kiss from your lips, relishing in the way you giggle, but it doesn't last long enough to satisfy the want buzzing in his chest, doesn't last long enough to taste you, and savour the flavour.

Mwah. You press a lingering one to his cheek, gazing down at him with a smile that caused his heart to do a spin. He playfully flicks your nose, eyes half lidded with a dopey smile, blimey he was a goner. "how 'bout you kiss me properly this time luv?"