You and Fred were hanging out at your house for the weekend, having been granted a few free days given the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone away to visit Bill again.

They, surprisingly, trusted the two of you not to make any rash decisions.

The two of you sat playing your N64 in bed, with Fred being completely and utterly immersed in the game mechanics of SM64.

"Muggles sure have some weird gadgets.. not that I'm complaining, this Italian guy has a certain swagger to him-"

He snickered, his eyes glued to the screen.

"Do you have regrets, Fred?"

Your voice cut through the laughter coming from Fred's side of the bedroom. He felt himself still in an instant, his laughter dying down as his lips formed a thin line. His eyes remained on the screen, though it was clear he was stuck on what you said. Rather than following the target for stars, he wandered aimlessly.

"Regrets? I mean, I would assume so! It's kind of hard to not have any regrets at all-"

He started rambling, as he tended to do sometimes.

"Do you regret loving me?"

Fred felt his heart skip a beat. His brows furrowed, though not out of anger. Rather out of concern.

He quickly set aside the controller and turned to face you, pulling you in by both your hands.

"No, no, honey, what makes you say that?"