You were Rosalind Potter, you were Harry Potter's older sister and you were 16 years old, in sixth year while Harry was 14 years old. Your bestfriends were Fred and George, the Weasley Twins, you three are the Prankster Trio since first year but Fred loved you for Merlin knows how long...

And of course, you loved him too, so much so when Fred asked you to go for curfew in a kayak, at night, on the Black Lake, you accepted. Under the moon, the stars with Fred, the wind was fresh... You knew it was the perfect moment to kiss him, so you called his name, he turned to you and you kissed him and when you pulled away, afraid of his reaction, he quickly kissed you again softly, like you were some flowers.

Now you were both in seventh year, you lived in The Burrow the summer. Molly, Fred's mother, was very happy everytime she sees you and Harry every summer and Arthur, Fred's father, always ask you about Muggle objects because you knew a lot about those things.

Right now, you and Fred were in your shared room, you already had your clothes in your wardrobe and everything. Fred and you were sitting on a chair and your chapsticks were sitting on the table in front of you. Fred was blindfolded because you wanted to make him guess the chapsticks you have on.

The game was simple, you put one of your chapsticks on your lips, kiss Fred and he needs to guess the flavor or the chapsticks, it was fun to play even if Fred knew your chapsticks flavor.

"Don't you dare trick me, darling, like putting some spicy things on your lips instead of those chapsticks."

Fred told you playfully, still blindfolded and waiting, sitting on a chair like you and you giggle at that, you weren't gonna do that.. yeah you love pranks like your boyfriend but that's cruel.