a/n: okay so this is a ever so slightly shorter one as I was planning on doing one whole christmas chapter but again I went off too much meaning I've had to split it in the most appropriate places so it'll be in two or three parts instead coming at around the same time!!
The last day of term before the Christmas holidays came around by the end of that week, Fred and George bombarding my constantly begging for me to come back to The Burrow with them over the holidays.
"Look Phi we can accept some degree of moping" starts George. They'd both decided that today they were going to bombard me in study hall while I was miserably attempting to finish this terms work before the holidays began.
"But we just can't have you moping by yourself at Christmas " Fred continues as if I was going to just wallow in my dorm for two weeks straight during the happiest time of the year.
"School finishes tomorrow guys, it's too late , I'll need to pack and your mom-"I mumble, shuffling through pieces of parchment in front of me, not completely paying attention to everything they were saying so I spewed out the usual excuses. The truth was that any other year I would've agreed almost instantly but after everything that happened, I felt like I just wanted to be away from everyone, even if that did mean locking myself away in the girls dorms for a fortnight.
"So you're telling us you don't want to see Ron's reaction when we spike his dinner with U-No-Poos?" Fred interrupts, catching my attention at the thought of an overly constipated Ron, causing me to let out a slight chuckle.
"Or when our own mother who literally gave birth to us 16 years ago, still gives us the wrong presents?"
"Can't forget embarrassing Ginny by questioning her love life, that one always goes down a treat"
"You guys are awful you know that right, it's a wonder your mother hasn't kicked you out" I distract from their obvious attempts to win me over , even though now I do feel slightly guilty now that I realise they've dedicated an entire week trying to convince me to come.
"I'm still not hearing a no from you though....so I take it we'll see you later on tonight, pack for cold weather the house gets awfully cold this time of year" George advises, almost as if he can see me beginning to crack.
"Be ready for six" They call out, Fred winking playfully at me before they run away , leaving me no choice but to accept their offer.
***
I fumble down the stairs from the dorm to the common room, dragging my overflowing case bursting with every jumper, sweater, scarf and wooly socks I could find. Finally, I reach the bottom, my breath attempting to catch up to the rest of my body as I look around the room, hoping to find any random first year I could convince to help me out slightly. But instead I am met with the silver eyes I have been dreading to see all week, the silver eyes that have caused me to avoid all public spaces - in particular this very common room, so of course this would be the first place I would find him.He's sat lazily across one of the sofa's, apple in one hand while the other is draped across the back of the sofa, amosting commanding it as his own personal space. I ignore his glances at first, continuing on my struggle as I haul my luggage across the room almost making it to the door before he attempts to talk to me.
"Dropping out of school already, Seraphina?" he probes
"No."I reply, promptly and sharply.
"O-oh. Leaving for the holidays I assume then"
"Yup" I keep the same cold tone towards him.
"Really? Do you do that normally, I thought you stayed here like me? You never mentioned your family I assumed..." he trails off before picking himself back up with "Where are you staying?"
"Yes really. No I don't normally. You never asked so I never said andddd ... the Weasley's. Is this interrogation over now, can you let me leave?".
He doesn't reply at first so I take it he's been fuelled with enough information about my whereabouts so I turn back to face the door, somehow managing to turn the door handle and open it slightly before I hear steps behind me and a hand rises next to me to slam it shut it again.
"Why are you doing that?" he continues on his questioning.
"Doing what Draco"I snap back, quite angrily now, knowing I really can't be late for the twins.
"Staying with them when you usually don't bother?"
"Because they asked and I'm not having such a great time here at the moment. What else do you want to know, what's on the menu for Christmas day?"
"No... not particularly no"
"Good... see you around Draco"I turn the handle again and manage to open it fully this time (without interruption)but as I walk through the door I feel a wave of guilt rush through me for my very apparent sternness towards him.
"Merry Christmas Draco ... I hope you have a good break, even if you are stuck here without me".
***
Luckily, I do make it to meet the boys just on time but the luck doesn't seem to last as we are packed into Mr Weasley's light blue Ford Anglia with me being sandwiched in between Fred and George in the back seats for the whole journey to The Burrow. The only thing that kept me going through their constant tormenting was their just as consistent sweet supply, helping myself to my personal favourite :Flying Whizzbees.
Mrs Weasley greets us all with the same warmth even me as she brings me into a tight squeeze as soon as she sets eyes on me, her scent of freshly baked bread was calming especially as this was my first time meeting their parents.
"Now, seeing as this Christmas an even tighter squeeze than normal I'm afraid Phi dear you'll have to sleep down here, if that's alright with you." she speaks softly.
"Of course Mrs Weasley I'm just thankful to be here" I smile.
"Please dear, call me Molly , Mrs Weasley is far too formal for my liking" and she smiles back at me, reassuring me that I wasn't being the hinderance I felt like so prominently "It really is amazing to finally meet you, the boys have told me so much about you in their letters, when they actually remember their poor old mother"
"Mom!" they both shout, I look over to them both now blushing slightly.
"Come on what's there to be embarrassed about telling your mother how great a friend you have?"
"Yeah she's a great friend isn't she Fred" George murmurs but still loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Yeah ... friend" replies Fred even quieter than George, leaving not just myself but the whole room baffled.
"Honestly I have no idea how you put up with these two for all this time Phi, you must be a strong woman" jokes Molly as she checks the clock "Oh gosh look at the time, you'll be up again in a few hours to open your presents, get off to bed the lot of you because I will not have you all being grumpy teenagers on Christmas day".
As everyone retreats upstairs, I set myself up in front of the fireplace on the patchwork sofa, wrapped up in a tartan blanket as the snow falls gently outside, all the tension from the past two weeks fading away with the coldness in my body.
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