my boy : a ron weasley story

chapter twelve - my boy

As I woke up slowly in Ron's bed, his arm lazily holding my waist, I peered out the window and into the garden. Mistletoe growing around the windows outside and a blanket of snow starting to form upon the grass...

'RON OH MY GOD WAKE UP IT'S CHRISTMAS!' I practically screamed.

'WHAT TH-' he shouted as he shook awake, falling off the side of the bed. I should have had abs after the amount of belly laughing I did.

'You knobhead why would you do that' he whined as he got up and collapsed onto the bed.

'Because it's CHRISTMASSSS!' I shouted again, laughing as he covered his ears. 'Cmon lazybones I'm pretty sure everyone else is awake.'

He grunted some sort of tired response as I dragged him out of bed and forced him to put on matching christmas jumpers I brought for us yesterday.

'Heyyy, we actually look kinda cute in these.' his raspy morning voice spoke.

'Kinda? We look cute as fuck what do you mean.' I spoke, checking us out in the mirror sarcastically.

'Mmmm you definitely do.' he smiled as he slapped my ass, laughed, and opened the door for me.

'M'lady?'

'Why thank you kind sir.'

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Walking down the stairs, I was overwhelmed with all the different aromas and scents in the room, not to my suprise though as Mrs Weasley's christmas dinner is to DIE for. I admired the scene infront of me. Ron had walked ahead and was giving Mr & Mrs Weasley a tired hug as he joined the conversation at the table. Hermione and George had already been put on vegetable duty by the sink while Harry, Fred and Ginny were begining to set the table under Mrs Weasley's watch, all while jolly christmas music played faintly in the background. It was everything I could have hoped for and more. It was perfect.

'Y/N my dear!' Mrs Weasley came rushing over and embraced me in a motherly hug while Mr Wealsey kissed the top of my head after in a side hug. 'Merry Christmas darling, we were just saying we're planning on doing presents after the food, but that won't be for a few more hours so help yourself to anything on the end of the table for breakfast.' she beamed at me, holding my cheeks before toddling off to fix a table placement mistake made by Fred.

'Thank you, Merry Christmas!' I beamed back.

'What she said,' Mr Weasley chuckled, 'Merry Christmas dear.' he smiled, shortly following behind her to try and keep her calm, after all, it can't be easy having to cook for this many people.

'Merry Christmas.' I smiled before grabbing some food and then quickly busying myself with peeling the potatoes.

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'Now I would like to raise a toast to our family. Some call it chaos, we call it love, but whenever there is lasting love, there is family. And I don't know about you guys but...I like to think we're alright. To my beautiful wife, my incredible children, and to my fantastic 'adopted' children. TO FAMILY!'

'TO FAMILY!' we all cheered to Mr Weasley's speech, drinks in hand and smiles plastered on all our faces.

I took mine and Ginny's plates over to the sink and began washing up to help out Mrs Weasley when I felt a pair of hands slide around my waist and spin me around.

'Hi beautiful.' Ron spoke, leaning in too kiss me.

'Hi.' I chuckled into the kiss.

'Oh would you look at that!' he said sarcastically, looking up at the ceiling to where a few dainty leaves of mistletoe had magically appeared. Quite literally as I saw him slip him wand back into his pocket. I laughed and dried my hands so I could kiss him properly.