Fred and yourself played for the Quidditch teams at Hogwarts. Gryffindor and Slytherin/Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw. You were both beaters.

You were quick to catch onto the fact that just because you were his beloved partner, that didn't mean he'd go easy on you.

This was, quite literally, slammed into your face one match when Fred beat you to the bludger, sending it barreling directly towards you with a groan and whoosh of the wind. His club sounded out with a hard crack, ringing in the ears of everyone present.

Sometimes he gets too competitive for his own good.

As the bludger connected with your form, your body snapped off of your broom with a barrel roll backwards. You fell right through one of the Hufflepuff flag towers, the wood splitting as the bludger came with you. It left a moment later, just barely avoiding Fred.

Fred was quick to notice just who he had hit, swinging himself over and hover a few feet away.

"Hah-! Sorry love, hugs and kisses!"

Fred snickered as he blew you a small kiss and winked. His ginger hair billowed slightly in the wind, accompanied by a wide, shit eating grin. He knew you were alright by the scowl on your face.