That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 8, Chapter 5- Midnight Letter Writing

Christmas has never really been a good thing for me, especially when Voldemort was staying at the Manor with us all. It brings back bad memories, awful memories, leaving me panicked for most of December.

It's also the first time that I'll actually be spending the entire holiday with the Weasleys and not randomly falling out of the sky and breaking my wrist on their dining table. Ginny is back at the Burrow, which means that Harry is around a lot. He's got a flat in London that he lives in but he and Ginny haven't moved in together yet.

It's late right now. Five days till Christmas, I think I'm the only one awake. I'm sitting at the dining table with a single candle in the middle of it. I'm wearing one of George's sweaters and a pair of his boxers sipping on a cup of tea and staring at a blank bit of parchment and a quill. I should write to my aunt and uncle. Tell them that I'm alright even though I don't think that they care very much.

"You good down there?" Ginny. She's standing on the stairs looking at me.

I shake myself out of the daze that I fell into and nod a couple of times. She comes down the rest of the steps and opens the fridge and pulls out the pitcher of pumpkin juice. She glances at me over her shoulder, "You writing a letter to someone?"

"Trying to." I grumble.

Ginny puts the pitcher back into the fridge and sits down on the other side of the table opposite to me. "Doesn't look like you're trying too hard. Who's it for?"

I chuckle to myself and put my cup down on the table, "My aunt and uncle."

Ginny grimaces, "yikes."

I pop my lips together, "Yeah... haven't talked to them since I left. I should probably tell them that I'm alive or whatever." I look at her, "Christmas is a hard time when you don't really have a family of your own."

"Well that's a tad offensive." She says smiling at me, "I'd like to consider you my family."

I smile at bit and shake my head, "You know what I mean... my mothers dead, my father is back in Azkaban, I don't talk to my aunt and uncle..."

"George tells me that Draco comes to visit you sometimes."

I nod and pick up my cup of tea again, "Yeah definitely. But he's got his own stuff to deal with right now, I don't want to be a burden."

Ginny rolls her eyes, "With the shit you've been through? The shit you were forced to do? You're allowed to be a burden sometimes."

I sigh and take a long drink from my cup and put it back down on the table, "Thanks Gin."

"Course. That's what sisters are for."

I laugh, "We aren't sisters yet."

Ginny wiggles her eyebrows, "Does that mean you've been thinking about marrying G?"

"I've always thought of marrying George, ever since I was like fifteen and that was ten years ago." I look at Ginny and she's got a massive smile on her face. "He brought it up the night before his big speech, told me that he was ready to propose right then and there if I wanted."

"Course he did."

I look back down at the parchment and I can see Ginny's smile falter a little, "You want me to go get George for you? So he can be here or whatever?"

I shake my head, "Nah he's been having trouble sleeping recently, I don't want to wake him."

Ginny nods a couple times, "You want me to stay down here with you? So I can be here or whatever?"