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Fred slowly opened his eyes with a groan and smiled softly as he felt the warm body pressed against his. Harry’s head was on his shoulder, his breath hot against Fred’s neck. He wrapped his arms more tightly around his new boyfriend, his hand resting against the small of Harry’s naked back.
Fred felt so happy he could actually die. Everything was absolutely perfect. The boy he loved was sleeping in his arms. He succeeded in having the most perfect new year kiss. The only bad thing that happened was his mom yelling at him for breaking a plate.
Fred chuckled softly as he thought about this moment. His mother had started yelling at him to be more careful as she walked into the room, not noticing that Harry and himself were kissing in the middle of her kitchen. But then she had noticed Harry’s arms around Fred’s neck and immediately stopped talking and cleared her throat.
Fred had immediately turned around, his cheeks already heating up.
“Mom” Fred had said awkwardly while Harry pressed himself against his back. Fred felt the heat coming from Harry’s face pressed between his shoulder blades and smiled.
“Sorry for the plate” Fred had started to apologize for the plate but stopped when, with a flick of his hand, Harry had fixed it. Molly had smiled warmly at them before chasing them from her kitchen.
Fred came back to the present when he felt Harry stir against him, his arm moving to rest on Fred’s chest, near his shoulder.
He heard a chuckle behind him, coming from George’s bed.
“Shut up” Fred whispered, trying not to wake Harry up.
“I didn’t say anything” His twin whispered back and Fred could hear his damn smile in his voice.
Harry groaned against his neck and brought his hand up to cover Fred’s mouth, silently ordering him to shut up. George chuckled again and in a second Harry was holding himself up on one arm above Fred and was throwing the pillow that was under Fred’s head at George. He then laid down entirely on Fred, ready to go back to sleep. Fred laughed at this and hugged Harry against his chest.
“Why are you two always hitting me?” George complained, making Fred laugh as he remembered that he had threw his own pillow at his brother’s head the previous day.
Harry sighed and sat up, straddling his hips. Fred immediately felt his cheeks heat up and damned himself for having such a pale skin. Harry then glared at George until he left the room. Once the door closed behind him, Harry turned his head to look at Fred, smiling down at him.
“Hi” He whispered, looking suddenly extremely shy even though he was literally sitting on him.
“Hi” Fred laughed, pushing Harry down next to him on the bed and lying on top of him.
Harry laughed, his cheeks turning a bright red under Fred’s intense stare. Fred wanted to say something. He wanted to say something nice. Wanted to tell Harry how cute he looked. How adorable and sweet he found him. He wanted to tell the beautiful boy lying underneath him just how much he loved him. How much he liked the way his green eyes sparkled when he was looking up at Fred like at this very moment. How much he loved when Harry smiled at him.
Fred opened his mouth, ready to spit out his whole heart to him but just as the first words were about to leave his mouth, Harry grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down into a slow kiss. Fred let his eyes fall shut. After all, he had all the time he wanted to tell all these things to Harry.