𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER EIGHTY; a cauldron full of hot, strong love

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PART FOUR
A Cauldron Full Of Hot, Strong Love

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" y/n's point of view "

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AFTER OUR CHRISTMAS Eve dinner, everyone who was staying at the Burrow over Christmas was sat in the Weasleys' living room.

Ginny had worked hard to decorate the room, paper chains linked around the ceiling and practically covering the entire room.

I looked up at the angel that sat on top of the Christmas tree, a fat potato-looking gnome from the garden that had bit Fred's ankle when he was picking carrots for dinner.

The twins had Stupefied it and, with the help of Harry and Ron, painted it gold, shoved it into a little tutu and glued a pair of wings to its back.

I giggled a little at the memory, and Fred turned to look at me. He followed my line of sight to the angel and chuckled under his breath.

We were all supposed to be listening to a Christmas broadcast of Celestina Warbeck, who was Mrs. Weasley's favourite singer, from the radio.

Except, nobody other than Molly herself was really interested in the broadcast.

Each time Fleur would talk loudly over the music, Molly would glare and point her wand to turn the volume up.

When a song called 'A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love' began to play, Fred and George started playing a game of Exploding Snap with Ginny.

Fred was turned to the side on the couch, so instead of being beside him, I was now behind him.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned my head on his back as he played.

I looked over to Remus, who was sitting next to the fire, staring into it and seemingly completely zoned out.

It made me wonder what he was thinking about.

He had been living almost literally underground with werewolves, per Dumbledore's request. I hated it, and I didn't think Remus liked it much either.

"We danced to this when we were eighteen!" Molly said, wiping her eyes on her knitting. "Do you remember, Arthur?"

"Hmm?" Arthur looked around for a moment. "Oh, yes... marvelous tune."

He then started talking to Harry for a bit, and I was starting to fall asleep.

When I opened my eyes Harry was speaking to Remus. The sudden jump made me realize I had fallen asleep on the couch, leaning on Fred's back.

Then Celestina Warbeck's song ended on a very long and high note, followed by loud applause that came through the radio's speakers. Molly clapped along with them.

"Is it over?" Fleur asked loudly, her French accent thick in her voice. "Thank goodness, what a horrible-"

"Shall we have a nightcap, then?" Arthur asked suddenly, practically jumping to his feet. "Who wants eggnog?"