Chapter Name: Cold Shower Time

Authors Note: Ok, it's been a VERY long time since I've updated this story. I'm very sorry to everyone that liked this story, and I promise I'll start updating more.

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A light, happy song could be heard in the shower that morning.

Greg loved her perkiness, but not at 7 in the AM. He tapped at the bathroom door.

"Come on Fae! I need to drain!"

Leaning out of the shower, Fae unclicked the door, and opened it slightly.

Greg hopped in, hoping to catch some bare skin, but to no avail. "Pleasant dreams I hope?"

Fae sighed and rubbed some of the raspberry out of her hair. "I have the same dream every night Greg…You know that. I just wish his face would get out of my head…"

Greg lowered his pants. "I would hug you if I could…"

Fae tossed a hand out of the curtain.

Greg chuckled, took it, and kissed it. He began spitting and sputtering. "Yeah thanks. I'll be burping bubbles for a month." He dreaded the giggle he knew was coming…It would make him tingle and he really didn't need to disappear this early in the morning… And where could he go? She was in the shower.

"Do you have work today?" she asked, working conditioner into her beautiful hair.

"Nope. I'm free as a bird all day. Don't you have to go to that photo shop today?"

Fae sighed sadly. "Fred and George said I can't go. I have to work at their shop for a while, then maybe I can get a job some place else…" Fae turned the water off and reached out for a towel, which Greg handed her quickly.

Standing, he pulled his pants up and started washing his hands.

Fae stepped out of the shower and stood on her tiptoes, pecking his lips quickly. "I'm going to go and get dressed, but I'll be in the kitchen in a little bit to make you some French toast."

Fae hopped from the bathroom and shut the door behind herself.

"Oh thank god!" He locked the door quickly, and…fixed his little problem…

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"Do you remember why I walked on water for you, do you remember my first steps on the moon…"

Fae was singing a little song and dancing a little dance as she made the French toast for Greg. "Took you long enough! What were you doing in there anyway? Having a baby?"

Greg's face went red, and his eyes widened. "No of course not Fae…That's gross…"

Fae smiled. "Birth is a beautiful thing. Painful, but beautiful." Fae handed him a plate full of French toast.

"Here you go. Have fun." She pecked his cheek, and began to cook her own. "So, what are you going to do today Greg?"

Greg shrugged and poured some syrup into a little glass. "I'll probably end up staying home with Fred and George, being their guinea pig."

Fae giggled. "I'll stay with you. I don't need them killing you today. You have to come shopping with me because we start school next week, and you have to look normal."

"What's wrong with the way I look now?"

Fae smiled and walked over to him with her own plate of French toast. "Other than this glob of syrup on your cheek?" She wiped it up and sat down. "You…You just don't look muggle enough for this world." She put a huge glob of butter on her food and dumped as much syrup on top as she could.

Greg winced. "Ugh…Clogging your arteries much?"

Fae rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. "I doubt you even know what that means little boy."

Greg lowered his eyes. "I know where you live Fae. Be careful with that tongue of yours unless you plan to put it to good use."

Fae reached over the table and gave him a light slap over his cheek.

Greg caught her hand and winked. "I have a good catch little Missy. Don't forget it." His hand crept up her arm. "Very talented hands these are."

Fae shuddered and pulled her arm away. "That's disgusting Gregory!"

He chuckled hard, then leaned forward to peck her forehead. "You know as true as it is I was only just joking with you."

Fae rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I love you."

He grinned. "Aye that I am." He bit into his own French toast and looked over at her. She was so beautiful… He could still see droplets of water on her skin… It made him want to lick of every one… One by one…

"Want some more?"

Greg looked up, a little surprised. "Oh…No. I'm good, thanks very much. They're good."

Judging by the smirk on her face, she probably knew what he had been thinking about, or something close to it.

"I have to go somewhere a little bit later for my uncles if you would like to join me. I have to go some place downtown to get some ingredients for their new potion."

Greg nodded and watched her stand up to put her dish in the sink.

"I'm going to go fix my hair and I'll be right back." Leaning over, she pecked his lips, staying a little longer than she usually did.

"If you need anything, you know where I'll be." Greg stood and put his fork in the sink. "Right here."

Fae smirked and wandered into her room, waving playfully one last time before exiting into the bedroom.

He had to tell her he liked her, and soon! What was the point of being brutally in love with someone if they didn't know about it? He wanted her to know…but he didn't actually want to have to tell her about it…

He didn't want her to just figure it out on her own because then she would think he was hiding it from her, when, in actuality, he was…

Greg walked into his room, tugging off his now very syrupy shirt. He reached into his dresser and grabbed a shirt, but sat down at his bed…

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He reached into his dresser and grabbed a shirt, and started to pull it over his head when two tiny hands stopped him from moving.

"No, don't."

Greg looked down, only to see a towel clad Fae. "What are you doing in here? And, I thought you had gotten dressed already…"

"Shhh…" Fae stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips. "I had, but I'm sure you like me a lot better this way." She pushed him softly down.

"Fae, I don't think we should be-"'

Fae sat into his lap and pressed her lips to his. "It's alright Greg. I know you've wanted this." She pushed him down and pressed her lips to his neck.

"You don't have to do this Fae. I don't need this unless you really want this."

Fae smiled. "I've wanted you almost as long as you've wanted me…" Pecking down his chest, she smirked at his wide eyes.

"Fae, your mother-"

"Isn't here." Tracing the waistband of his boxers with her tongue, she grinned up at him.

"Fae…"

"Don't worry! I'm ready…I'm ready…I'm ready…Greg?"

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"What's the matter with you Greg! I said I was ready! And why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

Greg looked down at himself only to find that he was daydreaming. "Oh… I was going to get re-dressed…"

'Cold Shower Time…'

A/N YAY! I haven't updated this is like, forever!! Ok, here I go, time for French Class!