violets for roses.

ii. | chapter two

the first christmas after the war, the winter of 1998
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"ready?" fred gulps, "ready as i'll ever be."

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fred quickly takes hermione's hand and apparates to the burrow, where after a year, they would tell his family about their relationship.

hermione takes a deep breath and knocks on the door, and no longer than a minute later, mrs. weasley answers with her usual smile, plastered on her face, which hermione tries to return.

"hello mum." fred says, a little to cheery, he quickly pecks her cheek and whispers in her ear that he has a surprise to tell everyone during dinner which leaves her looking at him surprised, then she slowly smiles looking at hermione and him, oh godric she knows!

"hello mrs. weasley" hermione says, giving her a bear hug, "hello dear."

and they quickly go inside, saying hello to everyone else in the weasley clan.

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hermione looks at the food on her plate, thinking of what the weasley's were going to think of their relationship. she wasn't going to lie, she was nervous, it was in her stomach. those damn nerves, she thinks.

she quickly looks at fred and nods her head to indicate that it's time and with a small breath– fred stands up slightly, the sound of the chair scraping the floor, attracting everyone to stop their conversations and look at the now standing fred.

"um hem hem"– he says mocking umbridge, which recieves a grossed  out look from harry – "i have something to confess... me and hermione have been secretly dating for about a year now and we—he drags his head in the direction of hermione—have decided to finally let out the truth." he clocks his head to the side, looking for a reaction.

fred quickly pulls hermione from her seat and gives her kiss, which she gradually kisses back, completely forgetting that she was making out with fred in front of his entire family.

she quickly pulls her lips off his after a moment and puts her forhead on his and sighs, then slowly looks at the weasley's.

slowly looking from face to face, they were all different emotions.

the same week, the winter of 1998
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hermione knocks on the door, her hand slightly shaking, which leads fred to give it a squeeze.

"sweetie! what are you doing here! christmas was yesterday! oh hello fred! how are you!" hermione's mom, monica, says when she opens the door.

"oh mum i know christmas was yesterday! but this just was to important. is dad here at the moment?"

"yes he's reading the paper in the kitchens."

"okay bring him in the tv room please, mum."

she slightly nods then looks between fred and hermione, giving them a slightly raised eyebrow, then goes in the other room.

"we can do this." fred says, reassuring himself.

hermione just nods and gets his hand, squeezing it a little, a little harder than intended.

"okay so what did you want to tell us, hermione?" her mother gets right to the chase.