The Burrow glistened in the snow covered atmosphere the chilly United Kingdom held. It was Christmas Eve and almost all of the members staying at the welcoming home, had headed to bed hours ago. Sky light streamed through the curtain that hung by a tacky clip, on the ceiling of the Weasley twin's bedroom. The windows latched tightly and the porch like walkout attached to their room covered and closed with a glass then screen door. The squished room gave a cozy, comforting vibe to those who decided to enter. Not that many family members did. With Fred and George experiments left and right, the room was a clear danger zone for anyone within 50 feet.

The room held two beds that were situated barley 2 ½ shoe lengths apart, with an unstable nightstand planted in the center. Gryffindor banners, flags, and poster of famous Qudditch teams caked the walls acting as a bandage for the indenting marks of the deeps cracks. Fred and George's room was located on the 2nd floor of The Burrow, sharing the area with their brother Percy, who was just across the stairwell that separated them.

Currently the bedroom was occupied with 3 bodies laughing at deafening volume. (y/n) took up a great majority of her best friend, Fed's mattress. This leaving Fred sitting crisscrossed, balancing slyly on the rounded edge. George examined the friends expertly, silently planning a way to get them together. In his defense it was quite obvious they fancied one another.

Fred's hand would linger off to (y/n)'s resting politely next to it. (y/n)'s attention lying elsewhere never noticed, but George did.

"No! That's not at all how it went you git!" (y/n) screamed jokingly at the elder twin, shoving him playfully. Fred bounced back from the forceful act of (y/n), tickling her sides viscously refusing to stop. Desperate pleas bounded off the walls creating an everlasting echo. Fred's hands traced her body in a friendly way and George chuckled humorously watching (y/n) beg for his help. Wiggling about, (y/n) managed to slip from the bed falling to the floor with a booming smack.

Fred rushed to her aid, George followed basically on his tail scared to see the damage (y/n) was in. Shock replaced the fear that sat in the pit of their stomach to see their friend rolling in agony, but... laughing? (y/n) was giggling uncontrollable despite the trail of fresh blood building up on the left section of her head. The night stand had done her in pretty good. The fear leaked into their veins again, when the blood showed no signs of stopping. The oozing liquid didn't slow its pace at all, if anything it picked up. (y/n) paid no mind to it; still going on about how she was right and Fred was a git. George shared a nervous glance with his red faced brother, grabbing (y/n) from underneath her arms, Fred taking her other side then dragging her to his brother's bed.

Leaning her energetic body against his chest, Fred checking out the lengthy gash trying to debate if it needed stiches or not. (y/n) moaned softly, the pain starting to set it. Grasping onto the sheets below her, (y/n) squirmed away from Fred as best as she could. A hand wrapped around her waist lifting her up, allowing her to rest peacefully and mostly untouched in his arms.
"I think mom should have a look. I'm no doctor." George informed his brother, perching the door open wide for the two to make it through. Fred nodded, running down the stairs as carefully as he could with keeping his arms locked in a bone crushing matter, sure to keep her safe.

Piles of stone and rock felt like they were crushing Fred's heart. It was after all, him who caused the incident. Of course, he had no intention of purposefully causing harm of (y/n). Never in Fred's worst nightmare did he even consider hurting (y/n). In a way he was scared to admit, Fred was in love with the girl. For the longest time he felt this magically feeling when they spoke. A tingle of sparks when their fingertips brushed each other, or the nights they spent staying up past curfew to comfort one another from the toad like Umbridge who found happiness by enforcing pain among the students. Fred was in love with the loopy (h/c) headed, childish, carefree and humble girl in his arms.

(y/n) hands reached up, playing cheerfully with his bright as fire hair. Fred smiled crookedly at her form his spot at the dining table with her. Fred kept her company, waiting for Molly whom George had went to fetch. An arm was thrown on her shoulders, in case she tipped over. Suddenly, 3 pairs of feet bounded along the steps. Fred's eyes screwed shut, knowing he was in for it. Molly thought of (y/n) as a daughter of her own, and she wasn't one to take too kindly to a child of her's being injured.

"Fred Gideon Wealsey! How dare you it is Christmas Eve and I have to be up earlier than you could imagine and now you go about causing trouble-"Molly shouted at the top of her lungs, pointing a finger in her son's face. Fred whipped around tossing his hand across his mother's mouth, shutting her up then nudged his head in (y/n)'s direction. Arthur maneuvered around Fred, George and Molly. Taking a look at (y/n)'s stained gash, he instructed for George to get an ice pack and Fred to grab alcohol, needle, and bandages. The twins listened closely, quickly going separate ways in search of their assigned items. George returned first, handing the confused (y/n) a bag of frozen peas. Molly snatched it away cursing under her breath about how inconsiderate they could be at time, taking the open spot next to her and holding it against her skull as they waited for Fred. George's head fell, losing hope in getting the two together before Christmas.

After about an hour or so, Mr. Weasley managed to get (y/n) all sowed back to one piece. The boy's, mainly Fred got a stern scolding from Mrs. Weasley on how living a reckless live would only lead them to hurting people, in this case (y/n). Arthur considered using magic to fix her up but decided against it, not willing to risk possible failure. Though he was able to mend her mild concussion, thankfully.

(y/n) slept in George's bed with the Fred's bed pushed up to her's so someone could keep a good eye on her through the night. Fred being too scared to cause more damage offered to take the air mattress on the floor. Molly didn't mind George practically sleeping with (y/n), she knew no loving thoughts were shared between the two, besides that of sisterly love. It was Fred she had no intentions of letting sleep with (y/n). She was his mother and wasn't stupid. She was well aware of the glances they gave all during the day. Molly wanted nothing more than for them to be together, but being a mother of a daughter herself that didn't mean in any case was she about to let them spend the night under the same blanket.

(Christmas Day, the next morning)
(y/n) laid lazily across the couch in the living room, chatting quietly with Fred whom apologized every 10 seconds for the incident the other night. Her polka dotted miss matched sock covered feet messily resting on his lap. Resisting the urge to tickle her vulnerable toes, he shifted in his spot. A small sized box popped into his mind and he jumped up, bring a great deal of surprise to (y/n).

"I-I um, I got you something. I totally forgot about it until now! Here (y/n)... um you can open it now I suppose." Fred pulled the bow tied present out of his back pocket, handing it over to the excited looking (y/n).

"Here Fred, I got you something too." (y/n) reached around the back of the couch, tangling her legs around Fred's to steady her balance. Her hands pushed the sealed envelope into his open hands.

Exchanging gifts the pair looked up at each other with excitement splattering their bones. (y/n) ripped back the wrapping paper as Fred tore through his. Scraps flew in the air messily with no one to clean them up. The rest of the family bonded over hot chocolate in the nearby kitchen, giving Fred and (y/n) a little alone time.

A breathless gasp escaped (y/n) lips. A silver heart locket swung on the ice cold chained necklaces. Flipping it to the back, 3 small words were engraved stuck there for the rest of their lives, never to come off. "I love you". Fred stared politely and patiently at (y/n) waiting for her to reply. Anything would calm his nerves, she didn't even have to say them back he just wanted a simple answer. Taking no time at all (y/n) leaped forward pressing her lips up to his. Fred relaxed into the kiss, holding (y/n) close with a hand behind her head.

"I love you too."