A/N: Another LONG awaited update! :D Sorry for taking so long! My Betta is a bit slow, like me, but I assure you all that she had a wonderful time editing this. Let's give a big round of applause to my Betta: Alejandro Loverly! (claps enthusiastically)

And without further ado... chapter 5!
Lily

Ch5

Finally, my mother left for Germany with the Committee of Experimental Charms. I moved in with the Weasley's, residing in Ginny's room and wasting the days away riding broomsticks and giggling over funny-shaped pumpkin pasties. Well, that and spending some rather quality time with Fred. Fred Weasley, my boyfriend.

I sighed contentedly into my pillow as I awoke from a very entertaining dream. It was extremely realistic, every detail as vivid as reality. It reminded me of the time he took me to the ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley. I giggled as I remembered what a sticky mess that turned out to be.

I buried my face back into my pillow, wanting desperately to continue my lovely escape into dreamland. However, it seemed that Mrs. Weasley had different plans, as she was currently pounding on the door, yelling something about breakfast. Was it really morning already? I groaned into my blankets, and the only thing that kept me from choosing sleep over breakfast was the knowledge that Fred would be waiting for me with my morning tea.

As the daily grogginess slipped away, I got up from my place on a spare cot and went to Ginny's full-length mirror to fix my long, tangled ringlets into something suitable for the public eye. Sighing, I decided to accept that it was a worthless attempt. I left it down, knowing that Fred would love the chance to run his fingers through the mess of curls he seemed to love so much.

As I dressed, Ginny came rushing in. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it, looking panicked. Her brown eyes were wide with terror, and my curiosity got the better of me. What could have happened down at breakfast?

"Everything all right, Gin?" I asked. She started pacing the room while I pulled on a pair of jeans and a Weird Sisters tee. Honestly, what was wrong with the girl?

"He's here!" Her voice was shrill and she unsuccessfully suppressed a giggle. "Harry Potter's here, Res!"

I suppose I didn't look as excited as she expected me to be, or even remotely close to how excited she was, because her face flushed red.

"I-I get to go to school with him this year," she mumbled. "I just thought that, you know..." Her voice trailed off and a knowing, lecherous smile found its place on my face.

"I know who fancies famous little Mr. Potter," I teased in a sing-song voice. I chuckled as her face burned. Poor girl - only eleven and she'd fallen hard for the great Harry Potter. Well, at least he was a sweet kid. I'd gotten to know him a bit last year; it was all rather amusing, as he apparently knew very little about the Wizarding World and everything from chocolate frogs to the existence of unicorns seemed to blow his mind. Hopefully, for Ginny's sake, the twins hadn't caught on yet. They'd surely take the mickey out of her.

"Are you going to stay here and hide all morning, or shall we go down and you can get to know the boy?"

She had that terrified look in her eyes again, so I surrendered, putting my hands up. "Fine, fine," I said, shaking my head. "I'll just go tell him you love him, my–"

"NO!" Ginny now stared at me, openmouthed. "You wouldn't!"

I smirked at her. "I dunno, I'm highly unpredictable, you know." I winked at her as I left her bedroom.

As I climbed down the staircase, listening to the ghoul in the attic banging on the pipes, I heard the distinct sound of an angry Mrs. Weasley. Uh oh, trouble.

"You will not," she snapped. "It's your own fault you've been up all night."

Up all night? What could those boys have been doing?

"You're going to de-gnome the garden for me," she continued, "they're getting completely out of hand again –"

I stopped listening. Oh, gross, manual labor. I backed away slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible as I walked backwards up the stairs, waiting until I was far enough away that it would be safe enough to escape back to Ginny's room.

"Tressa," said a voice from behind me, sounding both disdainful and forcibly courteous at the same time. I froze, and turned around to face him with a sheepish smile.

"Hi, Percy," I replied. He flexed his hand around whatever he was holding – I looked down and saw a flash of parchment just before he crossed his arms and tucked it out of sight. I grinned at him. "Another letter to Penelope?"

He sputtered, shocked. "H– wha– who– how?"

"Penelope told me," I said airily.

The blood rushed to his face, and his skin was almost as fiery as his hair.

"I won't tell anyone," I said quickly, shaking my head. "You needn't worry."

He looked torn between indignation and gratitude, and was apparently rendered speechless. Finally, he nodded stiffly. "Thank you," he said, sounding forced again.

I grinned and shrugged, then ran past him up the stairs to Ginny's room. She jumped as I burst into the room again.

"I wouldn't go down if I were you, your mum's making them de-gnome the garden," I told her as I walked past and flopped down beside her on her bed. "Do you know what they did to get in trouble?"

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but didn't get past "they flew the –" before she was interrupted by more yelling coming from the kitchen.

"LIKE CARS FOR INSTANCE?"

"They flew… the car?" I asked her, nonplussed

"Yeah, Dad got a car and enchanted it to fly." Ginny and I grimaced as we heard Mrs. Weasley shout some more. "Mum's not much for it," Ginny added, "as you can see…"

"Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night!" shouted Mrs. Weasley.

So that's what they were up to all night.

Just as I exited Ginny's room, I heard footsteps pounding up the stairs. A few steps down, I stood to the side to let them through, and saw that it was Ron and Harry Potter. Harry gave me a quick, fleeting smile as they passed; they paused at the landing to Ginny's room, and suddenly it closed with a snap.

"Ginny," said Ron explanatorily. "You don't know how weird it is for her to be this shy. She never shuts up normally –"

"Ron!" I chastised. "Be nice."

He looked at me with disbelief. "You're one to talk," he said incredulously.

I glared at him. "Careful, Weasley," I warned. He swallowed and looked at Harry.

"You remember Ressie, yeah? Fred's girlfriend," he said, drawing out the word and smirking at me.

Harry grinned. "Nice to see you again," he said.

I gave him a little head bob. "You too, Harry. I'm sure you'll have loads of fun here." I grinned, probably a little more mischievously than not, and continued on my way down the stairs.

Reaching the end of the stairs, I skipped flamboyantly through the Weasley's parlor, heading for the kitchen. However, something grabbed me around the waist before I could get there, and I was pulled onto that certain something's lap on the sofa.

"Where's my morning kiss, love?"

I giggled as his breath tickled my ear and turned around to face my favorite Weasley. He smelled like warm spices, matching his deep cinnamon eyes – which were currently looking rather hungrily upon my lips. I grinned and gave him a quick peck on the lips, which he tried to make last longer than I intended. Waggling my finger at him, I looked down at the old wooden coffee table to see two teacups filled with lightly steaming liquid.

"Peppermint?" I asked hopefully, my gaze reaching Fred's again.

"Your favorite," he smiled, and he flicked the tip of my nose.

Oh, yes. Peppermint tea with Fred Weasley. My favorite.

A/N: Thanks again, lovelies! Read and review pleeeeeeeeeeease! Any suggestions, comments, WHATEVER will be absolutely welcomed! :D
Lily

Dec.24.2010: Okay, LOADS of you Fred lovers out there keep asking me about when I will update I Have Weasley's Wizard Wheezes for Fred again and I am extremely broken hearted to say that the story WILL NOT BE CONTINUED. That was the first edition of Ressie's story and I really didn't like how it turned out because it was sooo hard to focus on it. THIS story, however, is the new and improved version and my friend Alejandro Loverly (Ressie) helps me by editing it so the story sounds better in her words. SHE is Ressie and who else can write her character than me? I just provide the storyline, write the chapters, send it to her for editing and then post it up on here!
SO, just to be clear, I HAVE WEASLEY'S WIZARD WHEEZES FOR FRED IS DONE AND FINISHED BECAUSE IT IS A FAILED PROJECT.

Thought I'd tell y'all that ;D
Lily