Christmas At The Burrow
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Characters: Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader
Summary: Spending christmas with your boyfriend at The Burrow
The burrow was always magical this time of year.
There were fairy lights tangled around the stair banister, paper chains that definitely weren't symmetrical, and a slightly lopsided Christmas tree that leaned just enough for Mrs. Weasley to sigh every time she walked past it. The house smelled like cinnamon, pine needles, and something sweet baking in the oven.
It felt lived in.
Warm.
Loud.
You'd barely taken your coat off before Ginny had pulled you into the kitchen to help ice biscuits, Ron had stolen one off the tray, and Mrs. Weasley had scolded him without looking up from stirring porridge on the stove.
"You've got hands Ron" she'd said. "Use them to help instead of stealing."
"I was quality testing." Ron defends back with food in his mouth
"You've been quality testing since you were born dear."
By the time evening settled outside, snow had begun to fall properly.
Everyone migrated into the sitting room, where the fire crackled so loudly it almost drowned out George and Bill arguing over some Muggle game they'd found..Uno or something like that...
Fred had disappeared for a few minutes.
You noticed because you always did.
A moment later he appeared in the doorway and tilted his head toward the hall.
"You coming?"
You narrowed your eyes.
"Why?"
"So suspicious."
"I've known you long enough."
He grinned.
"Fair."
Still, you followed. The second the sitting room door closed behind you, the noise softened into a distant blur. Fred sat down on a step on the stairs.
"What are you up to?" you asked.
"Nothing."
"Liar."
He laughed under his breath before reaching for your hand.
"I just wanted five minutes where George wasn't interrupting every sentence."
"He does have impressive timing." You sit down next to him
"s'scary sometimes.." Fred Chuckles
The hallway was dim except for the glow of fairy lights wrapped around the banister.
Outside the little window beside the stairs, snow drifted quietly across the garden.
For a minute, neither of you spoke.
He rubbed lazy circles over the back of your hand with his thumb, and kissed you temple.
"You've got icing on your nose."
"Please tell me i don't..."
"You absolutely do."
He stepped closer.
"Could require immediate medical attention."
"Oh, really?"
"Mhm."
Before you could answer, he leaned down and kissed you.
It was quick.
Warm...so...Fred
The sort of kiss that made you smile before it had even ended.
When he pulled back, he looked unnecessarily pleased with himself.
"There."
You laughed, reaching up to straighten the collar of his jumper.
"It's crooked."
"It's fashion."
"Fred, It's crooked."
"It's artistic."
"Did you get dressed in the dark again..."
"I probably did."
"You definitely did."
He caught your wrist before you could pull your hand away and pressed another kiss to your knuckles.
"You know," he said, "I like Christmas better now."
"Oh?"
"Mhm."
"You've had twenty of them."
"And?"
"What changed?"
He shrugged one shoulder.
"You started coming."
The words were so matter-of-fact they caught you off guard.
No grand declaration. No dramatic pause. Just the truth.
You looked at him for a second before leaning up to kiss him yourself.
Nearly losing yourself in the moment.
Mrs. Weasley's voice suddenly echoed from the kitchen.
"Fred!"
He closed his eyes.
"See?"
"You should answer."
"If I don't move, maybe she'll think I'm George."
"We're kissing.."
Another shout.
"Fredrick Gideon Weasley!"
You bit your lip to stop yourself laughing.
"And that's your cue!"
His eyes widen almost comically as he sprints towards the kitchen
"I need these into the attic." Molly was holding two boxes full of extra christmas decorations she couldn't find space for in the house.
Fred looked at you with exaggerated despair.
You failed to hide your grin.
"Oh dear," you said. "However will you cope? Quidditch not give you enough muscles?"
"Traitor."
"You'll live."
He hoisted the two boxes with a theatrical groan.
Halfway up the attic ladder, Fred looked back over his shoulder.
"You know, I'm being terribly brave."
"Good job Freddie, you're doing amazing sweetie..."
"I deserve sympathy."
"Look at you go!"
Fred flexes his biceps from the top of the ladder.
Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat.
"Frederick."
He looked heavenward.
"See? Even romance has supervision in this house."
You laughed so hard you had to steady yourself against the banister.
Later that night, after dinner had somehow stretched into pudding, card games, and George insisting everyone wear ridiculous enchanted cracker hats, the house finally quieted.
People drifted off to bed one by one.
You stepped outside for a breath of cold air.
Snow covered the garden in a smooth blanket, untouched except for a few crooked footprints leading to the shed.
The cold nipped at your cheeks immediately.
The back door creaked open.
"I knew you'd be out here."
You turned to find Fred carrying two mugs.
"Hot chocolate?"
"Ooo yes please."
He handed you one before leaning against the porch railing beside you, wrapping his arms around you.
Neither of you said much.
There wasn't much to say.
The snow kept falling.
The windows of the Burrow glowed gold against the dark.
Fred kissed the top of your head lightly.
"Merry Christmas, Love"
You looked up at him. Leaning your head on his chest.
"Merry Christmas, Freddie"
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i write for: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron weasley, Oliver Wood, Professor Severus Snape, Professor Remus Lupin, Gilderoy lockhart, Neville Longbottom, Tom Riddle.
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