A/N This is a oneshot written for the Christmas song Challenge. Reviews are always lovely!
Her skin, normally a smooth light brown like a fine chocolate was ashen and waxy. Her eyes were sunken, her cheeks thin. A dish of casserole sat on the counter, untouched. Arthur had brought it by yesterday- or had it been two days ago? She didn't know anymore. The chair she was seated in still smelled of him-a stasis spell, cast months ago had ensured it would. Her pygmy puff, Freedle, was perched on her shoulder.
Snow swirled around the small cottage. The tree Ronald and Bill had put up for her rested in the corner of the room, ornaments and all. She stood slowly and walked to the liquor cabinet, her unused muscles screaming in protest. A letter from Hermione rested next to the casserole. She picked it up and tore it open. The first sentence read "Angelina, I know it's only been about eight months, but don't you think it's time to begin moving…" She snarled in anger and ripped the letter to shreds, dropping the pieces onto the floor.
How dare she? Miss Hermione Granger still had the man she loved. It was easy for those girls to tell her to move on, go out. Hermione, Katie, Alicia, Cho…even Ginny had! Ginny, who was his bloody sister! She poured a healthy measure of Ogden's 1902 into a glass. She stared at the dark amber liquid sadly. He had searched all over for the older bottles. It had been one of his hobbies. The 1902 was one of the oldest. He would want her to drink it today. It was Christmas Eve after all.
Christmas Eve. She snorted and swigged straight from the bottle. The room was spinning now, but she didn't mind, it was better than sitting there watching the fucking snow fall. The radio played old tunes. Tears fell down her cheeks. He had loved to hear her sing.
"Oh baby." She whimpered, falling to the ground. She dropped her head between her knees.
"Baby, its cold outside" she whimpered softly. "The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside." She wiped her nose on the sleeve of her jumper and drew in a shaky breath
"This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in." she warbled quietly, slightly off key. "So nice and warm - Look out the window at that storm!" She pushed herself up until she was standing, clutching the bottle by the neck.
"My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious." She sang, slightly louder this time. She drank deeply and hiccoughed.
"My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore." Her volume increased. "Can you hear me, Fred?" She screamed.
"My maiden aunt's mind is vicious- Aunt bloody Muriel - Gosh your lips look delicious." She cried out, spinning around with her arms outstretched.
"Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before!" she screamed and spun faster, swigging from the bottle and finishing the song.
"I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there! Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there. You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now…But don't you see, how can you do this thing to me? There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow. At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died! I really can't stay - Get over that old out…Ahh, but its cold outside!" she finished in a sob, and threw the bottle into the wall.
"Fred Weasley." She cried and stumbled out into the snow. "I fucking hate you! You left me, Fred! You bloody went and died and left me!" She flopped onto her back. She stared up at the sky, dotted with stars. "Fred I love you." She whispered. "Take me with you."