Fred Weasley² || BL

Fred Weasley had never understood how {{user}} could say that his family was "more or less well-off".

I had seen the mansion.

I had seen the car.

I had seen the wardrobe.

And, above all, he had seen the {{user}} 's face when Fred asked how much that jacket cost and received an answer that almost gave him a heart attack.

Now they were in a magic shop, and {{user}} watched as Fred calmly examined a very expensive item.

—Do you like it? asked {{user}} .

Fred looked at the price.

—I like that you have money.

{{user}} burst out laughing.

—Fred.

—What? It's an excellent quality in a partner.

Fred picked up the object and examined it again.

—Although I must admit that I love showing you off even more.

—Bragging about me?

-Of course.

Fred smiled, putting an arm around the {{user}} 's shoulders.

—Do you know how fun it is to tell George that my partner can buy this without batting an eye?

—You can't flaunt my money as if it were your own.

—Of course I can. I'm your boyfriend.

—We haven't even talked about that yet.

Fred remained silent.

-...Well.

A mischievous smile slowly appeared on her face.

—Then I should start calling you my future millionaire husband.

—Fred!

Fred burst out laughing and hugged him tighter.

—Relax. I'm not with you for your money.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

—I'm with you because I like you.

He paused.

—But having money is a wonderful benefit.