《Boxes (A Harry Potter & Frarry Fanfiction) ✳️》-16-
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Harry couldn't focus. He fiddled with his finger tips nervously as he waited. He was just out of his dorm, waiting for Fred. He was dressed in his school uniform, since it was the only article of clothing that truly fit him. He had spent his time before bed trying to finish an essay and sneaking glances at himself in the mirror. Harry was trying to make himself distracted by school work, and trying to make sure his hair was the least bit tamed.
He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it was only Fred.
It is Fred, Harry thought with a blush. His stomach heated up and he felt almost nauseous. It was a good sick feeling though. He had trouble putting it to words as he stared off into space.
Footsteps broke him away from his schoolboy crush thoughts.
"Ready to go?" Fred whispered to him. He had snuck down the staircase. The red head wore brown sneakers, a pair of faded jeans, and a sea green button down.
"I realized I didn't state a dress code when I asked you out, so I figured I might as well try and over dress so you don't feel bad." Fred told Harry with a blush. Harry found himself chuckling and rolling his eyes.
"At least the best thing you own isn't your school uniform," he remarked to Fred. Fred choked on a full belly laugh and took Harry's hand. He gestured to the staircase below with a twinkling smile.
"After you, my dear?" Fred asked him. His tone was overly suave. Harry found himself turning his lips inward and blushing.
"I'm not a girl, Fred."
"Ah yes, you're Harrykins- the big boy who can get down the stairs without a helping hand!" Fred teased. Harry glared at him playfully. Fred had pulled his arm away from him and pointed down with a lopsided grin.
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"Very romantic, Weasley." Harry told him before taking his first step.
Fred caught his waist as his shoe slipped and he nearly fell down the stairs. Harry gasped and grasped into his hands. His knuckles turning white as Fred slowly lifted him.
"Your knight in shinning armor had arrived," Fred murmured in his ear. Harry's legs felt like jello as his mouth became dry.
"S-sorry." He whispered. His hair brushed over his eyes and he cringed. He felt embarrassed.
Fred merely kissed his temple and the two made their way to the common room.
"Ready for the night of your life?" Fred questioned.
Harry just nodded and watched as Fred pulled a small suitcase out of his pocket.
"I give you, picnic with a Gryffindor fire!"
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