Fred Weasley - Drabble

“Stop it, I’m holding a knife.” I warned as Fred poked my side.

“You’ve been cooking for hours,” he pouted. “Pay attention to me.”

I giggled. “I’m sorry that your family eats enough to feed an army, and Sunday dinner is at our house this week.”

Fred came behind me and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. “They’re not gonna be here for another ten minutes…do you know what we could do in ten minutes?”

“We could finish cooking in ten minutes.” I mused back.

I jumped as his lips planted soft kisses along my shoulder and neck. “Or I could make you feel-“

“Fuck!” I cried as the knife sunk into my middle finger. “Ow!”

“Merlin!” Fred exclaimed, grabbing the knife from my hand and placing it on the side. “You silly goose!”

Tears sprung in my eyes. “Freddie, it hurts!” I cried as I peered down at the blood.

“Come here.” He ushered me over to the sink and began running water. “Put it under.”

His large hand guided mine under the water, my crying seemed to intensify as the cold water stung my cut.

“It hurts.” I said again, pulling my hand away.

Fred quickly ushered me back under the water. “I’ve got to clean it first.”

“Hello-oh, what’s wrong?” George and Angelina walked into the kitchen, a bottle of wine in his hand.

“I’m gonna have to cut off my hand!” I wailed.

Fred laughed loudly. “Stop being so bloody dramatic.”

“It’s not funny Fred, it really hurts!” I cried.

“You’ve mentioned.”

“Should we…” Angelina trailed off.

“Nope, she’s a big girl.” Fred turned the tap off and wrapped a tea towel around the abused finger.

“This is all your fault.” I whimpered.

Fred chuckled as he retrieved the first aid box. “Is not.”

“It is!” I cried again. “I told you to stop distracting me while I was cooking and you didn’t listen.”

He bit his lip to suppress another laugh. “I’m very sorry, come here.”

George and Angelina seemed to chuckle at my distressed state and Fred wrapped a thick bandage around my finger.

“Is it bad? Do I need to go to the hospital? Will I ever be able to use my hand again?” My watery eyes made contact with Fred’s as he smiled down at me.

“Y/N…” he sternly said. “I’m going to have to cut off the arm.”

I snorted. “Shut up.”

He winked as Arthur and Molly came into view. “Oh dear, what happened?” Molly frowned.

“Y/N severed an artery.” Fred joked.

“Fred stabbed me with a knife.” I snapped back.

Molly rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the other couple in the room. “Lemme kiss it better.”

Fred sponged a kiss to the bandage and peered at me through his lashes. “Thank you.” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.”