𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE; christmas at the burrow

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PART FOUR
Christmas At The Burrow

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" y/n's point of view "

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AFTER OPENING OUR Christmas presents in the morning, everyone except Fleur was dressed in a new Weasley jumper.

I thought it seemed a bit cruel, but my attention was soon after stolen when I saw Remus had his own.

"Aw, Remus, put it on." I told him, and while his expression was mostly blank and tired, I did notice the upturn of his lip as I took the sweater from his hands and tried to force it over his head.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled once his head popped out through the neck hole. "Yes, I'm putting it on."

"Yay!" I grinned and clapped my hands together. "Now we all match."

"What's that on your hand, Y/N?" Remus asked and I looked down at the engagement ring on my finger.

"A ring." I shrugged, slipping my hands into my pockets with a small smile.

Remus gave me that knowing look he did, both his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed, a slight look of amusement taking over his features.

"What?" I asked playfully, still smiling.

"You know what." He said. Nobody else was around.

"Okay, fine." I took my hand from my pocket to show him the ring. "Fred proposed last night. But nobody knows, especially not Molly."

"George?"

"Well, of course he does. Nobody else, though."

"Congratulations." Remus finally smiled a real proper smile.

"Thank you."

And not long after everyone was sat down for Christmas lunch.

Molly was wearing her new witches hat, which was a midnight-blue with sparkling crystals in it, and new gold necklace, curtesy of the twins.

"Fred and George gave them to me! Aren't they beautiful?" She had said.

"Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mum, now we're washing our own socks." Said George, waving his hand, and I snorted. I found watching the boys doing their own washing very entertaining. "Parsnips, Remus?"

"Harry, you've got a maggot in your hair." Ginny said, sounding cheerful as she leaned across the table to pick it out. I noticed the way Harry was looking at her as she did so.

"Did Kreacher get you a present too, Harry?" I asked, and he nodded. "How sweet."

I had also received a gift from Kreacher that morning. When I read the label to the soggy package, a bit of a shiver had run up my back.