Moon and Stars

nineteen

The two slept late into the morning, Aurora more so Fred. When she awoke, sunlight streamed into her eyes, making her flinch and bury her face back into Fred's arm, causing him to chuckle deeply.

"Good morning, darling." He says in his morning voice, giving her butterflies. She's heard him speak in the morning before, but it hits so much harder when he's calling her a pretty name.

"Good morning," She says back, squinting and looking up at him, "How long have you been awake?" She asks, seeing that he seems much more attentive than she is.

"A little over half an hour, if I had to take a guess." He replies, shrugging. Aurora didn't want him to feel the need to stay in bed just because she did, but she thoroughly enjoyed waking up next to him, bundled in his arms.

"You could've gotten up if you'd like, you know?" She said, and he just rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he smiled at her.

"Oh yeah, I'd love to go sit alone on the couch, with no warm girlfriend in my arms," He says sarcastically, "Perfect morning." He kisses her forehead, making her giggle.

"Alright, cool it with the smart remarks, funny guy, I've just woke up." She chuckles, sitting up and stretching her arms. The lack of warmth made her shiver, but to her pleasant surprise, he sat up with her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

The two of them sat together for a few moments, being content with the time together, before a loud came from downstairs, followed by an exasperated scream. Aurora looked at Fred with a confused look, but he knew just as much as she did.

"Fred Gideon Weasley, I am going to murder you!" They heard Hermione yell from downstairs, followed by footsteps stomping up to Aurora's room.

"What have you done this time?" Aurora whisper-yelled to the now very frightened boy next to her. He widened his eyes and shrugged at her, and Hermione was barging in only seconds later, only this time, she had bright red hair.

"Bloody hell, Hermione, what have you done with your hair?" Asks Aurora, and Hermione seems to be in no mood for funny business. Fred, on the other hand, is scared half to death that she's angry at him, but also at the fact that he didn't know Hermione knew about the two of them as a couple.

"Ask your boyfriend," She said quietly, pointing an accusatory finger at him, "He decided to leave the Pukka Personality Pasties on the counter, no note or anything to signify what they are!" She shouts, and a laugh is heard from down the hall.

"Hermione, did you say boyfriend?" He asks lowly, and Hermione stomps over to the bed, slapping him in the shoulder.

"Yes, you stupid git, but that's not the point! My hair is flaming red, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are due home this afternoon!" She shouts, tugging at the roots of the bright red hair. Aurora sees Fred hold back a laugh, and gives him a slap on the shoulder herself.

"Fred, that's unbelievable!" She says, backing up Hermione, who crosses her arms over her chest angrily.

"Well, Mione, as much as I'd love to take credit for something like that, I didn't leave them out," He says, shrugging, "But if I recall correctly, the hair turning red means you're feeling quite lustful." He smirks, and Aurora swears Hermione's face turned as red as her hair.

"Not anymore, I'm not! Shove off, you idiot!" She yells, stomping back to the door and slamming it behind her. A loud laugh is heard in the direction Hermione went, followed by a loud slap, and Ron whining.

"I think she found the culprit." He says, nudging Aurora's arm, and she chuckled lightly.

"I hope you don't mind me telling Hermione. She's seen us a few times, so I told her we're a couple." She blurts out, averting her gaze to the bedsheets. She feels his finger and thumb on her chin, and he tilts her head up to face his own, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.