violets for roses.

iii. | chapter three

the reaction: the first christmas after the war, the winter of 1998
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to say the weasley's were suprised was an understatement, they were down right– shook to the core as the muggles would say.

but each of them had a different reaction. molly weasley with a grin that spread along her face, arthur weasley with a look of pure shock, george with his hands in the air as if chanting in his head i knew it! i knew it!, bill with a knowing smirk, charlie with a smirk just like bill, ginny squealing jumping up and down, harry, who was trying to calm ginny down but who also had a confused looked on his face and then– ron, who looked like he was ready to bite off fred's head. yikes.

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"fred this is wonderful!" mrs. weasley says, giving both fred and hermione, a hug that could've crushed them if she tried.

"and godric knows, we needed something to keep our minds off–" molly starts but is interrupted by an angry ron charging at fred.

"how could you?!" ron shouts, his wand on fred's neck, fred's only attention on his brother, "what did i do exactly?"

"fight! fight! fight!" the others chanted.

"what didn't you do." ron states, irrated, pressing his wand even further into his brother's neck, which causes hermione to shriek,"stop ronald your hurting him!"

"what are you doing?" mrs. weasley says, clearly shocked that her two sons were behaving this way, "be careful you'll hurt yourselves! arthur! arthur! authur?"

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everyone turned to where mr. weasley was standing just moments ago, only to find him on the ground, unconscious. he had fainted.

molly quickly gasps and runs to her husband, forgetting about her sons entirely.

"ronald stop it! right now!" hermione shouts, quickly grabbing her own wand, and pointing it at the boy.

and with ron, knowing hermione and her magic skills, he let go.

hermione quickly runs up to fred and puts her hands on his face, asking him a silent question, which he just responds with a nod.

harry, bill, george, ginny, and charlie quickly stop shouting when hermione and percy shoot them a glare.

ron quickly jumps and tries to run to fred but only to be stopped by harry, who had grabbed his cloak.

"you knew i liked her! i told you in fifth year! you knew i liked her!"

fred just looks at his brother, his mind quickly reviewing his memories as if trying to look for that conversation over two years and he quickly sighs, "sorry."

"sorry? sorry!" –ron was now trying to punch his way out of harry's grasp but was failing miserably— "this is unbelievable! what's next? what are you going to get hermione pregnant next? huh?"

fred quickly looks up from his hard gaze on the ground, his expression showing surprised and hurt. "no. ron, we're young! for godric's sakes. we just got out of a war for crying out loud. we have important milestones we need to approach before bringing another weasley into the clan."

hermione looks up at fred, slightly startled. he wanted to have a child with her?

fred had said that, he realized and also he realized that he truly meant it. yes, yes he did mean it.

ron just scoffs, pushing harry's arms off of his own–finally being released from his grasp, ron leaves the room. the sound of his door, echoing throughout the burrow as he shut it.

hermione finds fred's hand after the drama, squeezing it three times and he squeezes it back.

molly weasley pulls arthur on a chair, as he slowing gathers himself from the floor, her breaths uneven as she once carried him. smiling slowing, she walks past everyone, and takes something out of the kitchens table, "pudding?" she held it out in front of them.