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Summary: Willow knows better than to open random packages from certain Hogsmeade companies. W/Fred

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Harry Potter > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Fred/George Weasley(Site Founder)JinniFR1511,133082,61430 Oct 0330 Oct 03Yes
Title: Candy Kisses

Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)

Rated: PG13

Pairing: W/Fred Weasley

Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things HP belong to JK Rowling, et al.

Distribution: The normal places. http://qfic.moonlitpaths.com

Author's Notes: Some good old Halloween fun.

~*~*~

The box had been delivered earlier today, plain brown wrapping paper, tied with a little bit of orange-glittered black ribbon around the four sides, ending with a bow in the center of the front. The label in the upper left hand corner was what was currently giving Willow misgivings about opening the box. After all, it was Halloween, a popular time for treats, sure, but also tricks.

And this box came from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

She had been at the receiving end of more than one box from that ill fated joke shop, usually students who thought that it would be amusing to send her an 'anonymous gift' in the form of something that blew up or scared her. Let's all just play pranks on the Muggleborn Professor, shall we?

So she was more than a little anxious about opening getting near the box, much less opening it.

On the other hand. . .

She -was- currently dating one of the owners of the shop, Fred Weasley. And the box could very well have come directly from him. Not that it made it any safer for opening. No, in that case she knew she should probably just incinerate the thing and anything in it. Nothing Fred sent her from work was ever safe.

Especially considering he liked to refer to her as his favorite 'guinea pig'.

She sighed. It had been a week since she'd had a chance to pop over to Hogsmeade for a visit. They spoke via the Floo every night, but it just wasn't the same.

And now there was this box.

That could be from him.

She glared at it again, crossing her arms. Asking him if he sent it was no use, of course. He would either admit it, and confirm her fears, or deny it - leaving her to wonder who sent it or if her darling boyfriend was just playing with her mind.

She wasn't going to let it get to her.

Which, of course, meant that it already had, she admitted to herself with a great mental sigh of resignation. There was no solution that could sate her curiosity.

She was just going to have to open it.

The red haired witch stood, vowing that if this turned out to be something disgusting she would have Fred's head on a pike next to her bed.

Her fingernails slid easily under the ribbon, one sharp tug breaking one side enough to slide the rest off, bow and all. She looked down at the plain wrapping, green eyes searching for any sign of a clue to what was in it or who had sent it. The post mark came right from the store, but that was far from a dead giveaway. The students who had sent her things had also had it sent right from the store, usually under George's less than observant nose.

It was taped at the ends, the magical stuff that was extra sticky and hard to get off of things she noted with disdain. Fred knew how much she hated that stuff. So did everyone who'd ever been in her presence when she came into contact with it, for that matter. With a scowl on her face she attakced it ruthlessly, tearing open the end of the packaging. The tape stuck to her fingernail, causing her to shake her hand wildly before wiping it against a discarded piece of the brown shipping paper.

Now she had it. The box that was inside of it all. Another plain Weasley's Wizard Wheezes box. No identifying marks, of course.

"In for a penny, in for a pound," she muttered to herself, pulling off the lid slowly, afraid of what might leap out at her.

Nothing happened, though.

She blinked in surprise, staring down into the box. There was a card and a small clear-plastic bag full of foil wrapped candies. Chocolates, if she didn't miss her mark. And they looked like --

"Hershey's kisses!" She purred, grabbing for the bag and card at the same time. It was hard to put off tearing into the chocolates before opening the card, but she did so for safety's sake.

"Some sweets for my sweet," she laughed. "Kiss, kiss. Love, Fred."

Her smile only grew at the sight of his inelegant scrawl over the white parchment of the card. She dropped it into the box, telling herself she'd call him just as soon as she had one of the kisses.

Or two.

Or maybe three.

She unwrapped the first one slowly. Wizard chocolates were all fine and good, but she liked the plain old muggle stuff she'd grown up on. And these were one of her favorites, just proving that Fred actually -did- listen to her sometimes.

The candy was a taste of heaven as it hit her tongue, melting slowly in the warmth of her mouth. She moaned, already reaching for a second one.

Of course, that was about the time that she felt it.

And heard -it-.

Kiss noises, all around her, as if the air was filled with little lips that were eagerly smacking away. And they were on her, too. She jumped up, whirling around, trying to 'see' these things that were apparently invisible. One landed firmly on her bare leg, causing her to jump again. She looked down, another hitting the back of her neck, just beneath the neat bun of her hair; to find that the lips were leaving kiss-marks on her.

Brown kiss marks?

She wiped at one from her arm, surprised when it came away easily, smearing under her touch. With a touch of trepidation she lifted the tip of her finger to her nose, sniffing delicately.

Chocolate?

She licked the brownish blur hesitantly, grinning. Yep, it was chocolate. Trust Fred to come up with something this devious. She glanced down at the parts of her body that hadn't been clothed. Chocolate kiss marks were planted firmly on her skin.

"Lovely," she laughed.

"Can I help you get it off?"

Willow whirled, her smile fading from shock to happy surprise in the blink of an eye. She hadn't even heard her door open!

"Chocolate-covered Willow," Fred grinned. "My favorite desert."

"How? Why?"

He shrugged, pushing off of the wall to stand in front of her. "Was something we were coming up with for next Valentine's, but I thought to myself - 'self, how 'bout we give Red a little trick or treat with Halloween right around the corner?'"

She laughed, slinking over to him. "What was that about helping me get it all off? I don't see a washcloth."

Fred Weasley smirked, grabbing hold of her shirt to pull her closer to him. He licked his lips, winking at her suggestively.

"Who said anything about a washcloth?"

~*~The End - As In 'Complete'~*~

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