You are a FANTASTIC writer! I would love to request some more Fred or George fluff 😋😋
You're SO sweet, I hope this will suffice 🫶🫶
Summary: Christmas morning at the burrow is loud and wild and wonderful, and you're excited to be a part of another year with your boyfriend's family, but when you can't find any present for you from him under the tree, you worry he may have forgotten.
Everything with the Weasley’s involved some level of chaos, but none quite matched the hubbub of the Burrow at Christmas time. With all seven Weasley children home for the holidays, including Bill’s wife, Fleur; Ron’s fiance, Hermione; and Harry, who had just recently married Ginny, not a single corner of the towering building wasn’t filled with noise and cheerful spirit.
You were honored to be invited, despite spending the season with them for the past four years in a row. After all, you were only Fred’s girlfriend, and no amount of Molly’s reassurances seemed to stifle the feeling that you weren’t quite part of the family yet.
There were no such things as slow mornings at the Burrow, and Christmas Morning was no exception.
You woke up to the sudden cold of a blanket being torn off, and the sing-song voice of Fred’s twin brother, George, gaily announcing, “Wake up, you two love-birds! The presents aren’t going to unwrap themselves!”
Fred groaned but rolled over, groping for the shirt he’d tossed aside the night before. “Still haven’t cracked that one, have we?”
George shook his head. “They never last long enough.”
You didn’t bother asking what they were jabbering on about, and groaned in complaint. As if you weren’t smiling already.
Fred, successfully having acquired a shirt, slipped it on and tossed over a pair of pants for you. By the time you looked up, George was gone.
“I understand not quite having the room for all of us,” You grumbled, standing up and stretching, “But if he wakes us up like that one more time, I’m going to seal that door with every spell I can think of, and he can sleep on the hallway floor.”
Fred snickered, snatching both your wands from the bedside, and extending yours to you.
“Aww, he means well, love,” Fred cooed, “and he isn’t wrong. Gotta make sure they don’t start without us, you know.”
You both knew Molly would never allow that, but it’s still fun to pretend, to thunder down the stairs with a sense of joyful urgency no other holiday could conjure up.
In the living room, the chairs and sofa are already almost filled. You managed to squeeze in to the end beside Ginny, who turned to exchange a smile with you, adding a bright “Good morning!” Fred settled by your feet.
The room was full of the hum that comes with multiple conversations happening at once. Harry was deep in conversation with Charlie, who sat in a chair just beside the hearth, during which you heard snippets about dragons, and someone named Norbert. Hermione and Fleur sat cross-legged across from each other, presumably discussing wedding things.
George sat in an armchair a few feet to the side. He kept exchanging glances with his twin, and though that alone wasn’t unusual, there was… something in the way their eyes lingered, in the way George’s brow furrowed slightly, the way Fred nodded so subtly you barely noticed. Something was up with those two. A part of you dreaded it, but the other was thrilled at what kind of mischief they may have cooked up.
Molly burst out of the kitchen carrying a massive tray of cakes and cookies.
“Merry Christmas!” She beamed at everyone.
“Merry Christmas!” was the unanimous, jolly reply.
Fred snatched up three little powdered cakes, handing one back to you. Fuck, Molly’s baking is immaculate.
“You ‘ave outdone yourself, Molly,” Fleur complimented in that lilting French accent of hers, chewing delicately on a sugar cookie.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” you mumbled around your mouthful, smiling at the slight childishness of it.
“Well?” Molly asked, planting her hands on her hips and looking around at all of us. “What are we waiting for? Arthur! Come help me with these!”
The ginger witch bent over and started pulling parcels from beneath the tree, handing them out to each of her children while her husband hurried to help. The first present to land in everyone’s lap she insisted we all open immediately.
Everyone pulled out this year’s knitted sweater, all with our initials in bold letters on the front. You pulled yours on immediately, smiling and thanking the matriarch.
What followed was an unorganized tearing of paper, gasps of delight, and thank-yous.
On top of the sweater you got sugar quills, chocolate frogs, ink that changes color as you write, a few new notebooks, a pair of socks, and a knitted hat.
When you reached the end of your pile of presents, you frowned. Not out of ingratitude, no. Confusion.
Not a single present from your boyfriend sat in front of you. You looked up and glanced around, thinking maybe you just hadn’t seen it, and caught George smiling like… well, like a kid on Christmas morning, and something told you it wasn’t because of the half-eaten licorice wand in his hand.
You frowned again, your eyes lingering for a moment. This only seems to make him smile wider.
“Love?” You asked, “Did you forget some…”
Your voice trailed off as you finally brought your head forward to see Fred facing you. On one knee.
The buzz in the air was gone, thick silence taking its place.
“Didn’t forget a thing,” He replied lightly, pulling out a small velvet box. From where, you had no idea. And you suddenly decided you didn’t care.
Your hands flew to your mouth and your eyes burned as he opened the box to reveal a delicate ring, with the center diamond cut and set into the shape of a heart, with yours and his birth stones trailing down the sides of the band.
He started by gently saying your name.
You choked out something between a laugh and a sob.
“Would you do me the complete honor of being my wife?”
You’re nodding before your mind caught up, repeating yes yes yes over and over again.
He took the ring out of the box and reached for your hand, but you bypassed it entirely, leaping straight into his arms and knocking him to the ground.
You kissed him hard, over and over again, laughing, crying, all at once. Around you, the family was cooing, clapping, and laughing along with you.
When you finally collected yourself, you sat up and allowed him to slip the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly.
“‘Did you forget something’,” Fred mocked softly, kissing your cheek, “The audacity.”
You snorted and shook your head. “I never should have doubted."
A/N: I'M SORRY I DIDN'T GET THE SERPENTS AND CINNAMON CHAPTER OUT ON TIME PLEASE TAKE THIS AS A HUMBLE PEACE OFFERING 🙏🙏
