weasley twins one shots

put a ring on it // fred weasley

Synopsis: Spending Christmas at the burrow with Fred Weasley.

Warnings: none (maybe a lil bit of language?)

Word Count: 3,463

A/N: quarantine's got me re-reading the harry potter series so my ideas are flowing right now and its great. also this was supposed to be a short blurb but it ended up being much longer than that. enjoy!

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/615851083861000192/put-a-ring-on-it 

Fred knew what he wanted to get Y/N the day that he asked her to come join his family for Christmas. It was their final year in Hogwarts, and although yes, they were both seventeen and decently young, he knew there was no one else out there for him.

He stared down at the dainty ring in the box, overthinking his choice. Maybe she didn't like the diamond cut. Maybe she didn't even want a diamond. Maybe she didn't even want him.

"Fred, you keep looking at that box and you're gonna go mental." George whispered, helping himself to some toast. Luckily Y/N, along with everyone else in the house, was still sleeping so he could stare at the tiny piece of jewelry in peace. Fred couldn't fall back asleep after waking up at around five, his nerves getting the best of him, and George's 'twin instinct' woke him up as well, leading to the two of them sitting in the kitchen as the sun slowly rose over the Burrow.

Today was Christmas eve, and tomorrow, Fred was going to ask Y/N to marry him.

"I can't stop looking at it, George." Fred whined, tearing his eyes away from it and looking at his brother, "She's going to be wearing this every day for the rest of her life, it has to be perfect, y'know?"

George sighed, sitting down next to his brother with a mouthful of toast and jam, "She's gonna love it, mate. It's Y/N."

Fred knew George was right. Y/N wasn't picky, she was simple and loved anything that Fred got her — she always had. But this was a whole new level.

"Oi, get your big mouth away from the food before you eat it all." Ron's half-asleep self came barreling down the stairs and into the kitchen. Fred closed the box and hid it in the pocket inside his sweater, not wanting his plan to be known by anyone other than George. Ron had a big mouth, Y/N would surely find out if he knew.

Ron eyed the twins suspiciously, "What are you two gits doing up so early anyways?"

Fred's eyes widened and he plastered a smile on his face, "We're shop owners now, Ronnie. We've had business matters to attend to. Owls to send and stuff." George nodded, going along with his brother's lie. If there was one thing these boys were good at, it was lying.

"On Christmas Eve? Sucks to be you, then." Ron picked up a muffin, shoving the entire thing in his mouth as crumbs fell all over his shirt, adding to the already countless grease stains.

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Within an hour, the whole lot had woken up and came down for breakfast. Y/N sat next to Fred, her hand intertwined with his under the table as she ate a strawberry, deep in conversation with Hermione and Ginny. Fred was supposed to be engaged in a discussion with Percy, but he was only half listening, his mind more focused on the nervous butterflies in his stomach that were slowly turning into aggressive wasps.

"You good, Freddie?" Y/N's soft voice spoke from next to him, a genuine look of concern on her face, "Your hand is shaking."

Fred grinned at her, "I had an extra cup of coffee this morning. Guess the caffeine is getting to me." The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly, he hadn't had a drop of caffeine because he knew damn well that if he mixed it in with his already stressed out body, he'd be a train wreck.