Bumblebee (A Fred Weasley Fanfiction)

- CHAPTER FOURTY-THREE -

The Minister For Magic

Christmas came and Emmie, Fred and George we're at The Burrow.
Mrs Weasley entered the kitchen, "Fred, George, I'm sorry, dears, but Remus is arriving tonight, so Bill will have to squeeze in with you two!"
"No problem," said George but Fred stopped him, "hold on. Where's Emmie sleeping?"
"With Fleur and Ginny," Mrs Weasley replied,
"Why can't she be in with me?" He asked,
"No! No funny business in my house, you know that,"
"We live together!" Fred yelled,
"I don't care what you do together," she yelled back making Emmie giggle quietly, "you're not doing it in my house."
Mrs Weasley walked back out the kitchen.
Ron snorted, "you don't even do it in your own house,"
Fred stared at him, "how do you know?"
Emmie hit his arm, "hey! We do now," she smiled, "alot more than you and Lavender."

*

Christmas Eve came and the Weasleys and their guests were sitting in the living room, which Ginny had decorated so lavishly that it was rather like sitting in a paper-chain explosion. Emmie, Fred and George were the only ones who knew that the angel on top of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as he pulled up carrots for Christmas dinner. Stupified, painting gold, stuffed into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to its back, it glowering down at them all.
Emmie's parents and sister had just arrived and they were all supposed to be listening to a Christmas broadcast by Mrs Weasley's favourite singer, Celestina Warbeck, who's voice was warbling out of the large wooden wireless.
Fleur, who seemed to find Celestina very dull, was talking so loudly in the corner that a scowling Mrs Weasley kept pointing her wand at the volume control, so that Celestina grew louder and louder. Under cover of a particularly jazzy number called A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love, Fred and George started a game of exploding snap with Emmie, Mel and Ginny.
"We danced to this when we were eighteen!" Said Mrs Weasley, wiping her eyes on her knitting, "do you remember Arthur?"
"Oh yes," said Mr Weasley, whose head had been nodding over the satsuma he was peeling, "marvellous tune."
Celestina ended her song on a very long, high-pitched note and loud applause issued out if the wireless which Mrs Weasley joined in enthusiastically.
"Shall we have a nightcap, then?" Asked Mr Weasley loudly, leaping to his feet, "who wants egg-nog?"
"Yes please!" Emmie's father replied rubbing his hands together, "I love a bit of egg-nog," he nudged Remus, who was thinner and more ragged looking then even, he didn't reply.

Emmie's family left and it wasn't long before everyone was going to bed.

*

Everybody was wearing new sweaters when they all sat down for Christmas lunch the next day, everyone except Fleur and Mrs Weasley, who was sporting a brand new midnight-blue witch's hat glittering with tiny star-like diamonds and a spectacular golden necklace.
"Fred and George gave them to me! Aren't they beautiful?"
"Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, mum, now we're washing our own socks," said George,
"Really?" Mrs Weasley asked, "I would have thought you two would be making poor Emmie wash your socks,"
Emmie nodded, "and their pants."

"Arthur!" Said Mrs Weasley suddenly, she had risen from her chair; her hand was pressed over her heart and she was staring out if the kitchen window, "Arthur... It's Percy!"
"What?"
Everybody looked quickly at the window, there, sure enough, was Percy Weasley, striding across the snowy yard. He was not, however, alone.
"Arthur, he's - he's with the Minister!"
And sure enough the Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour was following along in Percy's wake, his mane of greying hair and his black cloak flecked with snow. Before any of them could say anything the back door opened.
"Merry Christmas Mother."
"Oh Percy!" Said Mrs Weasley as she threw herself into his arms,
"You must forgive this intrusion," Scrimgeour said, "Percy and I were in the vicinity working and he couldn't resist dropping in and seeing you all."
But Percy showed no sign of wanting to greet any of the rest of the family, he stood straight and awkward-looking and stared over everybody else's head's.
"Please come in, sit down Minister!" Fluttered Mrs Weasley straightening her hat, "have a little purkey or some tooding... I mean -"
"No, no, my dear Molly," said Scrimgeour, "I don't want to intrude, wouldn't be here at all if Percy hadn't wanted to see you all so badly. I'll have a stroll around the yard while you catch up with him. Would anyone care to show me your charming garden... Ah, that young man's finished, why doesn't he take a stroll with me?"

Emmie looked to the person he was talking to, Harry, and then down at her own empty plate, Ginny, Fleur and George's plates were empty also. There was no way the Minister didn't know Harry's name, nor did he choose Harry just because he had finished his dinner and they certainly hadn't come here because Percy missed his family, he looked the most uncomfortable out of everyone.

"Yeah, all right," said Harry into the silence.
"It's fine," he said quietly as he passed Lupin who had half-risen from his chair, "fine," he added as Mr Weasley opened his mouth to speak.
"Wonderful!" Said Scrimgeour, standing back to let Harry pass through the door ahead of him, "we'll just take a turn around the garden and then Percy and I'll be off, carry on everyone!"
They left but the awkward silence remained in the room,
"Percy, tell us, what have you been up to?" Mr Weasley spoke patting his son on the back as, under the table, Fred slid his hand up Emmie's thigh.
She cleared her throat, "um... Molly,"
"Yes dear?" Mrs Weasley broke her gaze from the window in which she was trying to see Harry and Scrimgeour through,
"Could I be excused?"
"You've finished your dinner?" She peered over at her plate, "yes, you can go."

Emmie stood up, nodded to Percy and went upstairs to the bedroom Fred, George and Bill were staying in. She sat on the bed and it wasn't long before Fred joined her.
"Sorry, mum wouldn't let me leave till I finished all my carrots," he said, sitting down next to her, "it's alright," she looked down at the pocket he was holding open, it was full of carrots. She giggled but was stopped by his kiss.
As they kissed, she climbed onto his lap and started to grind against him, he started to unzip his trousers but she stopped him.
"Your whole family's downstairs,"
"So?" He asked her,
"What if they hear us?"
He picked up his wand from beside him and gave it a small flick.
"There," he smiled,
"What did you do?"
"Silencing charm."

Half an hour later they started to walk back downstairs. "D'you reckon the Minister is still here?" Emmie asked Fred, "dunno," he shrugged,
"Who should go down first?"
"What?" He asked,
"So they don't know what we were doing," she replied, "we can't go down at the same time,"
"Fine, you go first," she started to walk but he stopped her, "hold on. Are you okay? You're limping," he was trying hard not to smile or laugh but the corners of his mouth were turning upwards, "you're such a dick," she shook her head, smiling,
"No but seriously though," he said still smiling, "you can't limp,"
"I can't help it. You... You..."
"Go on, tell me what I did,"
"You fucked me okay!" She said loudly.
"Hi Ginny!" Fred spoke looking past Emmie,
She spun round quickly to see Ginny stood at the bottom of the stairs, "hi Ginny," Emmie blushed,
Ginny just laughed as she walked past them and Emmie walked down the stairs.
"Oh Emmie!" She turned around to see Ginny stood at the top, "are you okay? You're limping," she laughed.
"Shut up!" Emmie shouted back.

- Princexiero xx