It's Better If You Do

"Well, I certainly wouldn't be talking about him," said Rose with a disdainful look to George, who shook his head slowly as if he was underwater, before scowling at her. Fred and Bellamy snickered quietly, though she did so behind her hand.

"Oh, ha ha," George said with a nasty look on his face. "How daft are you? Unless you haven't noticed, we're identical twins." Rose glowered at him, but chose not to reply as she walked back over to her pasta, stirring it slowly. Glancing at the marinara sauce, she asked Bellamy, "Do we have any mozzarella?"

The brunette nodded and quickly strode over to the many brown sacks, pulling out a small shaker and handing to it Rose, who immediately began sprinkling it over the simmering dark red sauce, and sat down. The brothers curiously stepped forward and watched over the blonde's shoulder. For all of her talk of not being able to cook, she seemed to know what she was doing as she began adding other various spices that they couldn't pronounce, before she scooped two noodles out and held the fork out to them.

"They're hot, so blow," she instructed, watching them closely as they immediately grabbed the pasta --without listening to her-- and popped it into each of their mouths respectively. "Do they taste done, or do they need a little bit more?"

Fred chewed thoughtfully, before saying with a shrug, "It tastes fine to me, but I don't know much about pasta." Rose nodded and quickly pointed her wand at the water.

"Aqua evanesco," she murmured, before grabbing olive oil and pouring a small amount in, before stirring it up thoroughly. Remembering her sister, she turned and scolded her playfully, "And why haven't you left yet?"

"I wanted to see how your cooking turned out," she said quietly, though looking a bit nervous. Rose walked over and pulled her sister's hand lightly, tugging her to her feet. A sincere and understanding smile on Rose's lips, she gently tucked a tendril of Bellamy's long, curly hair behind her ear.

"Il va être bien, Bellamy," she murmured. Bellamy looked down, biting her lip softly. When she looked back up, her light brown eyes were full of anxiety.

"Etes-vous sûr?*" she asked softly, sparing the boys a glance, who quickly turned away to give the sisters their privacy. "Que faire si... il est comme...**" the brunette trailed off, clearly not wanting to say his name when the twins were in the room.

Shaking her head, Rose said confidently, "Il ne sera pas, et s'il est - ce qu'il ne sera pas -, il aura affaire à moi. Je n'ai jamais eu ma revanche sur ce salaud, et je ne serait heureux de prendre ma colère sur quelqu'un d'autre.***" Bellamy let out a small laugh, and Rose grinned, encouraged by her sister's positive response, before saying enthusiastically, "Maintenant, allez sur! Amusez-vous, et dites-moi tout ça quand tu rentreras. D'accord?****"

"Très bien******," Bellamy said with a small smile, and gave the boys a nod before walking out of the backroom. Rose waited for the the tingle of the bells, and then let out a squeak of happiness and turned to George with a fevered expression.

"I'm going to pick out your clothes," she said happily, and didn't wait for a reply before dashing up the stairs. Fred immediately began laughing at George's terrified expression, who gaped at his brother wordlessly.

"They're just like Mum!" he finally exclaimed in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air. Fred nodded, smirking widely.

"Ickle Georgiekins needs Rosie to dress him, doesn't he?" he simpered, before George swiftly punched him in the arm, scowling darkly.

"Shut it," George said, before walking up the stairs with Fred following close behind. When they reached the flat they stopped and stared with wide eyes. Rose had turned the entire room into a flurry of clothes. Shirts, pants, shorts, underwear, jackets, and socks were littered everywhere. They hung off beds, were laying on the floor and on the dresser, and a few items peaked out from under her barefeet. The brothers spared each other a look of shock; they had never seen their room this messy, and that was saying something. Rose seemed the type to be tidy, but this obviously proved that theory wrong.

The blonde in question had her hand on her chin, examining a white button down longsleeved shirt, a pair of black trousers, shoes, and a gray plaid jacket lying on George's bed with a critical expression.

"I think that'll work... Yes, I think it will," she decided, turning and seeing the alarmed twins. A carefree laugh trilled from her lips and she beamed at them. "It took me a minute to find all of your clothes --it took a few summoning charms-- but I found the perfect outfit for you, George. Now," she said, suddenly stern, "I want you to put these on quickly and once I see you apparate directly there. Understood?"

A look of pure mutiny was on George's face and he twisted his mouth in dissaproval of the formal outfit. He lightly picked up the jacket with disgust and asked, "Do I have to?"

Rose raised her eyebrows and said, "Of course you do. You saw how Bellamy was dressed. It's a date." Seeing the familiar stubborn look on his brother's face, which to be honest was frequently on his own, Fred decided to help him out in a tactful way before George said something stupid.

"But isn't he supposed to not know it's a date?" he asked lightly, stepping over and around the clothes to sit on his bed. George's eyes lit up and he shot his brother a thankful look.

"Yeah! If I look like I was expecting the date, it'd blow my cover," George said happily, smirking at Rose. Matching the boy's smirk, she shook her head.

"But isn't your excuse that you showed up for a business proposition?" she asked sweetly, holding back laughter at the crestfallen look on George's face, who grudgingly nodded. Gathering up the clothes, she thrust them at him, "Put these on, quick. It doesn't take long to get to the Leaky Cauldron, and if you're late..." she trailed off suggestively and that was all it took for George to gain a scared look and run to the bathroom and shut the door. Grinning to herself proudly, she noticed the look of amusement on Fred's face, and warily asked, "What?"

Fred shrugged, and said, "It's just funny to see you being bossy. I find it quite endearing." Characteristically, Rose blushed and ducked her head.

"I am not being bossy," she muttered quietly, sitting down beside him. Fred gave her a crooked grin, his brown eyes twinkling with laughter.

"You just picked out my brother's clothes for him and forced him into a bathroom. If that's not bossy, I don't know what is," he chuckled with a shake of his head. Cutting her eyes at him, Rose smiled impishly and tilted her head.

"Kiss me. Is that bossy?" she asked innocently, holding back laughter as his eyes lit up and a slow grin spread across his face. Fred wrapped his arms snugly around her waist until she was pressed flush against him, and leaned forward until his lips were almost touching hers.

"In the best way possible," he breathed before kissing her deeply, and Rose's heart felt like it would beat out of her chest from the intensity. Slipping her arms around his neck, she traced patterns into his skin lightly earning a light shiver from Fred in response. A loud sigh brought them back to their senses, and when they pulled away George was examining his nails and leaning against the door of the bathroom, looking rather smug with himself.

"Sorry to break up your snog fest, but I have specific instructions to show you how simply smashing I look in this suit," he said in a drawling voice, but the underlying excitement, and the fact that he dressed in just under two minutes, ruined the facade and Rose grinned as she stood up and surveyed his outfit.

"Turn," she ordered, and he revolved slowly, while she nodded. When he faced forward once more, she tweaked the lapel of his collar, and pressed his suit straight. Then she stepped back, and nodded again. "You look perfect. Now go, before she thinks 'Geoffrey' set her up."

Letting out a loud snort, George asked, "Geoffrey? You couldn't even come up with something that wasn't close to my name?" Rose frowned, her pink lips pouting out and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I could have not set you two up at all," she pointed out. George consented with a nod.

"That's very true. I best be going so I can charm Ms. Lefebvre, and let you two get back to your snog session," he snickered while Rose blushed a bright pink. He started to turn on the spot, but paused, looking around the room, "Are you going to clean this up?"

Rolling her eyes, she said, "Yes, George. Now go!" With a grin and a bow, he vanished with a small 'pop' and Rose shook her head and looked around, chewing on her lip, before pulling out her wand, giving it a wave, and saying, "Pack."

The room was suddenly full of flying clothes going every which way in their pursuit of their drawers and Fred let out a small yelp and ducked down on his bed, peering around with a slightly frightened expression. Rose smirked at him, and after a moment or two the room was still. Snickering quietly, she said, "You can get up now."

Fred jumped to his feet and looked around nonchalantly, though it was obvious he was making sure that the clothes weren't going to attack him, and gave her an appraising nod, "That's an interesting spell you have there."

"My mother taught it to me. Household charms and spells are her specialities," Rose replied when her stomach gave a loud growl and she remembered they had food downstairs. "Oh. Dinner's ready."

"Sounds good to me," Fred said with a smile, and gestured for her to go first down the stairs, to which she gave him a endearing smile back. This was going to be a very nice evening, she thought happily.