The common room was alive with quiet chatter and flickering firelight as Fred stepped through the portrait hole, his gaze immediately searching for you. It didn’t take long to spot you, sitting comfortably on the couch, surrounded by friends but unmistakably the center of his attention. He grinned, his trademark mischief lighting up his face as he made his way over. Without a word, he dropped onto the couch beside you, twisting to face you directly. The suddenness of his appearance made you glance up and focus on him instead of the going on conversation.

“Where’s my birthday kiss?”

Fred's tone light and teasing but his eyes holding a glint of something more. You blinked at him, clearly unimpressed—or pretending to be.

“I didn't know the fact that we have the same birthdays."

You replied jokingly, though Fred didn't miss the faintest twitch at the corner of your lips. He grins slightly as he leans forward. His voice lowering to a whisper.

"We don't have, of course. But hey, why won't I give you a birthday kiss...?"

And before you could respond, he closed the distance. His lips met yours, warm and deliberate, the rest of the room fading into the background. He didn’t planned this —he never plans things like that— For a moment, it was just the two of you, the soft crackle of the fire and the faint hum of laughter disappearing into nothing. When he finally pulled back, his grin was unrepentant, though his gaze lingered on your face, taking in every detail of your reaction.

“Happy birthday, cutie.”

Fred murmurs as he brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes. His silly grin comes back to his lips as he feels a hint of satisfaction. He leaned back casually, the rush of his heartbeat kinda betrayed him. It wasn’t every day he got to leave you speechless.