You were Harry Potter's big sister. You were two years older than Harry, as you were 17 like the Weasley Twins. They had been your best friends since first year. The Gryffindor common room was silent, lit only by the flickering firelight on the stone walls. Outside the tall windows, snow had settled on the castle, as it was winter, ready for snowmen and snowball fights.

Most of the students had gone down to the Great Hall for dinner, but Fred and you had stayed seated on the old red sofa by the fire. You were all alone, no one to bother or tease you.

Fred was talking about something like a prank, as always, a clever trap for Professor Snape. You weren't sure anymore. His voice was warm, animated, rising and falling as it always did when he got carried away with one of his plans, his hands always animated in his hysterical conversations.

But you weren't listening to him at all.

You watched the firelight play on his skin, the curve of his pretty, bright smile as he spoke, the way he looked at you excitedly at his impending prank. His laughter tugged at something sweet in your chest. You couldn't help it... your eyes kept drifting towards him, completely mesmerized by his way of livening things up.

Then, he stopped talking abruptly...

You blinked and looked at him, perceiving a slight flicker of amusement in his eyes. Fred had caught you losing yourself. But instead of teasing you like he always does, he just smiled slowly, as if he were up to something... and leaned in without a word.

Kissing you softly, his mouth brushing gently against yours, not wanting to rush you, but it took you by surprise; his lips were so soft against yours.