Chapter 33 | Clean

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The entire group found themselves cleaning the kitchen on Mrs Weasley's demand. She claimed that there was a lot of dangerous trinkets in the kitchen that needed to be removed.

Sarah pulled on some yellow rubber gloves, before reaching for a rag.

"Alright. Sarah, Fred. You two do that shelf over there. George, Ginny, you do that cabinet. Ron and I will do these counters," Mrs Weasley demanded.

Sarah and Fred approached a black bookshelf, filled to the brim with various objects.

"This all looks interesting," Fred mumbled, as he opened a black bin bag.

"Interesting? Look what this says!" Sarah gasped, picking out a bottle, with an ancient tag that read 'Bat's blood'.

"That's disgusting. Put it in the bag. Don't let mum see," Fred held the bag open for Sarah as she dropped in the glass bottle.

"How come?" Sarah inquired, as she pulled a book titled 'Daylight's end'.

Fred glanced over his shoulder, before replying, "Me and George want to see if we can make anything cool with this stuff."

Sarah frowned, "Okay, I know doing stupid, dangerous stuff is your thing, but I think some of these things are a little too dangerous. I mean, this book is about how to Hitler was right."

"Put that in here. We can't let some psycho get their hands on that," Fred said. Sarah dropped the book into the bin bag immediately.

"Don't avoid my point, Fred. Some of this stuff is way too dangerous and what if it kills you?" Sarah asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.

Fred smirked, "Aw. Is that you caring about my wellbeing?"

Sarah rolled her eyes, "That's because I love you, you prick."

There was a moment of silence between the pair, as Sarah's words settled in the both of them.

Fred rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile edging on his face. His cheeks were rosy, causing his freckles to stand out even more.

"Do you really mean that?" He asked.

A full smile appeared on Sarah's face, "Of course I do."

"I love you, too." Fred replied, finally meeting her gaze.

Sarah had never felt happier.

Fred was in an odd middle between exhilaration and euphoria. He wanted everything and everyone else to leave, so that he could spend time with Sarah only. She was the only thing that mattered to him in that very moment.

Before he kissed her in front of his entire family, George's voice interrupted them.

"Guys. Look at this cool thing I found," He approached them with his interesting object.

Sarah reluctantly tore her gaze from Fred, whilst he happily continued to stare at her with adoration.

He was absolutely head over heels for Sarah.

There seemed to be a lot more rubbish in the kitchen than Mrs Weasley expected, so after a brisk lunch, their cleaning continued into the afternoon.

This time, Sarah was holding the bag and Fred was chucking things into it.

"Oh. This little box says Deppormeric? I think that's how you pronounce it," Fred squinted at the label, before looking at Sarah to see her reaction.

"I've heard of that before. What it does slips me -" Sarah began, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to think.

Meanwhile, the box had slipped out of Fred's hands, hit the corner of the shelf and smashed.

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