Fred had his moments where, instead of opting for perhaps bewitching your belongings or apparating just behind you suddenly, he liked to be romantic. Incredibly romantic.

"Love."

Fred hummed softly from behind you as you stood over the stove in the kitchen of the burrow, stirring a pot of chocolate pudding. He hovered behind you, bending down just slightly to meet your height appropriately.

His hands slid into yours as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his eyes half lidded.

"Everyone is asleep.."

He smiled, already beginning to sway in place.