Oh, Merlin

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Morgan didn't believe her mother for one moment and decided she'd have to do the hard work to find out the truth. However, with all the snooping and research Morgan had been doing, Christmas Eve seemed to jump up from behind her. If Ron, Harry and Hermione hadn't talked about it, she wouldn't have even realised that Christmas was only hours away. But never the less, she went to bed with a tinge of excitement jumping around in her stomach.

She woke up early the next day to find a pile of presents at the bottom of her bed. She went over to them, quickly gathering them in her arms and taking them to the common room where she could share the experience with all her friends. It didn't take long for everyone to gather, including Hermione, Harry, Ron, Fred and George. Once everyone was down there, they all collectively tore into their presents. From Harry she'd gotten a 'Hogwarts: A History' (she wanted to keep up with Hermione), Ron a large collection of her favourite sweet (chocolate frogs), Hermione a new luxury quill (max accidentally snapped her old one), Mrs. Weasley a yellow jumper with a blue 'M' (she pulled it on right away) and Christmas cake, and from Hagrid a black jumper (it was her favourite colour).

She was meeting with her mother that night to exchange gifts, so she smiled as she looked among her presents- thanking everyone in the room who had gifted something. She then got up, about to head into her bedroom to write a thank you note to Ron's mum, when she ran into someone. She was halfway up the stairs and fell back slightly, but the person reached forward and pulled her back.

"Oh- sorry." Her eyes caught the blue jumped with a yellow 'F' on it, her smile growing as she looked up at the ginger boy. "Hello Fred, merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Morgan." He grinned as he took his hands away and reached into his pocket. He then handed her a box wrapped in black. Her eyes widen for a moment as they studied the box, hesitantly taking it from him. "I wanted to give it to you in person."

She continued to study the box, both hands now firmly clasped around it. Her stomach turned as she glanced back up to Fred, only one thing on her mind. "I-I didn't get you a gift." Guilt flooded her, how could she have not gotten him something? She wanted to, but last year they didn't exchange gifts. "I'm sorry."

He took one long glance at her, his hand coming out to meet hers. Her stomach lurched now, he was going to take the gift back. How had she been so stupid? She must've really hurt him.

"It's okay." Instead of taking the box like she assumed, he just took her hand and intertwined their fingers. "I didn't want a gift." There was a weird tone of sincerity in his voice, making it smooth like honey and warm like a summers day.

"A-Are you sure?" She looked into his eyes now, searching for any sign he was lying. But there were none.

"Positive."

Her eyes went back to the box, "I'm still getting you a present. It might just take a while."

"You don't have too," he watched as she fiddled with the box.

"I honestly don't mind."

"I know you don't." She started to tear at the paper. "But I want too."She then skillfully unwrapped it, meeting a plain white box. She took a silent breath, before flicking the lid up. Her heart instantly melted as she saw it, a gentle blush rising to her cheeks. "Wow," she breathed out. Inside was a gold necklace, a charm shaped like the golden snitch hanging off it. She'd loved quidditch ever since her mother introduced it, but unlike Harry, she didn't have the natural skills to be a chaser. "Thank you, Fred."

Their hands were still somehow intertwined, so she used it as a tool to pull him into her. She then wrapped her arms around his waist, stuffing her face into his chest. "I love it." She'd said, her voice muffled by the fabric of his bright jumper. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close as possible. "It's alright, love."