For the next week you and your boyfriend Fred were staying at your parents' house. They were staying with your aunt who lived out of the country, and you two were house sitting and making sure the cats didn't realise they were now ruling the house.

Due to you being a muggleborn witch, whenever you visited your parents it was a nice magic-free holiday. Granted it was a bigger deal for him than for yourself, but it was always relaxing for you both to be away from your worries with several cats and no one to bother you. Granted you'd both stayed here whilst your family was here, but even then it was nowhere nearly as hectic as when you were staying at the burrow.

It was two days into your 'holiday'. Rather than going out to somewhere fancy for dinner, you'd cooked the two of you dinner, not only because you didn't have the money for buying a dear meal, but you were happy lounging around in your pyjamas.

Once the two of you finished your dinner, you offered to grab the dessert, but Fred insisted in helping. He took the plates to the sink, whilst you grabbed the bowls and began to gather the food for the desserts.

"Cheesecake or ice cream?" You questioned as he put the plates next to the sink. You glared at him. How was putting the plates next to the sink helpful? He could have just left them on the table. Sometimes he infuriated you.

"Ice cream," he grinned.

You opened the freezer with a frown pulling out the tub of ice cream you knew your Dad always had in his freezer. What is the point of owning a freezer unless you stuff it with frozen death tubs?

"Another ploy so I can't kiss you?" You said raising your eyebrow.

Ice cream allergies sucked, especially when your boyfriend loved the stuff.

He rolled his eyes pulling you to him, pressing his lips to yours. "No love. You're just jealous."

"Not denying a thing."

You scooped the ice cream into a bowl before cutting a slice of cheesecake and placing it in a bowl for yourself. Once you'd returned the two things back to their respective homes you grabbed the can from the fridge.

Beginning to shake it, Fred looked overly confused.

"What is that?" He asked.

"Squirty cream?" You said hesitantly as though it was a trick question.

He raised an eyebrow. You let out a soft laugh rolling your eyes at him.

As you continued to shake the can you grinned at your boyfriend. "Open your gob."

"I don't trust you," he frowned.

"What have I ever done to make you doubt me?" You asked innocently.

He went to speak but you glared at him. Reluctantly he opened his mouth. You took the lid off the can and went to spray it but instantly he jumped from the noise, resulting it falling down his face and his t-shirt. Licking his lips he still looked confused.

"It's just bad cream in a can?" He asked.

"Pretty much. But it's more fun," you shrugged spraying some in your mouth, probably looking like a chipmunk from the amount that was filling your cheeks.

He laughed at you as you attempted to eat it without laughing and spitting it everywhere. A grin curled onto your lips as an idea sparked into your head.

You stalked closer to him holding the can closer to him, spraying the cream onto his nose. He furrowed his eyebrows attempting to cross his eyes.

"What was that for?" He frowned.

As he lowered his head to look you into your eyes, you raised the can once more holding down the button to spray as much cream onto his head as you could. He faked a gasp wrapping his arms around your middle lifting you up, smearing everything from his head into your hair. You attempted to get away from him, but he pressed his lips to your cheek and tightened his grip to your waist, not allowing you to leave.

"Did you actually think you could win?" He quested resting his chin on your shoulder.

"I shall beat you at something one day. I just need to catch you by surprise," you stated narrowing your eyes.

"Good luck love. You have no hope."

You pouted. "Well you're cleaning up the mess. I simply gave you a hat, however you decided a mess was a more functional use for the food."

He kissed you once more, letting you out of his embrace.

"Always innocent Y/N/N," he stated shaking his head.

"I'm an angel Freddie, now clean the kitchen or you won't get any ice cream," you smiled triumphantly. "Gosh I feel like your mother."

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Written (regrettably) by Charlotte.