There she was, walking along the cobbled road of Diagon Alley. Her heels clicked and clacked with each step as she drew closer to the fantastically famous joke shop called Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

The skies were grey and filled with ominous clouds; torrential downpour waiting to happen any second, but the shop glowed with many colors as laughter echoed from out the windows and door.

Adelaide entered, thankful that she beat the rain. Making her way through the back, twisting and avoiding running into the many young customers, she finally found him, standing there, with his famous, devilish smile that was Fred Weasley.

"Hello, love," she greeted while planting a very playful kiss on his lips. His smile evolved into a smirk as he placed his hand around her waist. "Busy day, I reckon?"

"Always."

Fred's obnoxiously magenta robe glittered underneath the bright ceiling lamps and clashed horribly with his flaming, red hair, but Adelaide didn't care. She thought he looked handsome regardless of his clothing choices.

"You're back early," he said while sitting up onto the counter. "I wasn't expecting you until nine."

"I got off early, for once. Lucile was having a rough day and let everyone go. Her daughter caught some nasty stomach bug and had to be taken to St. Mungo's, poor girl."

"That's a shame, but good for me," Fred leaned in to kiss Adelaide again, but was interrupted by an annoyed cough of Verity.

"Mr. Weasley, I know you own this shop and all, but if you haven't noticed, we're still open for business. This lad here is asking for the limited edition series of the Skiving Snackbox. You might want to help him." Her blonde hair looked absolutely frazzled and her face overwhelmed as a line of young children waited behind her.

Fred couldn't help but laugh, irritating Verity further.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming," he said to her before turning back to Adelaide. "You can wait upstairs if you like. Shower or whatever. We're closing in an hour so be up in a bit," he said as he jumped back down from the counter.

Adelaide smiled and turned to head upstairs to the small flat that Fred and George shared. There was minimal furniture in each room as the twins spent most of their earnings on ingredients and supplies for their products.

"Huh, nothing as usual," Adelaide commented while observing the contents of the twins' refrigerator. George almost always did the cooking when the twins had bothered to shop for groceries, but most of the time, they ordered meals by owl.

Adelaide jumped in the shower, taking in the warm water that graced her body. It felt good after a long day outside in the New York City cold weather. It had even started to snow as she apparated to go back to London.

Christmas was becoming nearer and nearer as the days passed by and Adelaide couldn't think of anything to buy Fred. She thought about a new broom, but he didn't fly as much anymore. He didn't particularly care for clothes and anything that he needed, Fred bought himself. There was no need to buy him an owl or any other pet as Fred said the only animal for him was the Pygmy Puff (strangely). She was absolutely stumped but Fred, on the other hand, managed to surprise Adelaide on every holiday and birthday.

She aimlessly wandered down the streets of Manhattan, looking into various muggle and magical shops, hoping that something will catch her eye, but everything seemed to materialistic and mundane. Adelaide knew that he would like anything she gifted him, but she wanted to give him something special, something to remind him that she always cared for him.

Instead, Fred opened his presents on Christmas day to find that Adelaide had bought him a new pair of trainers, a silver wristwatch, and a topaz laden brooch for his work robes. Fred loved it, of course, but Adelaide felt so disappointed with herself.

Christmas was homely and comforting at the Weasley house as everybody gathered in the sitting room. Even Charlie had travelled from Romania to celebrate the holidays with his family.

Glasses of wine were passed every so often and Ron, sat amazed, holding his new broom stick given to him by Hermione. She had also bought him a couple of day planners and books, but those lay forgotten in the corner by the tree.

"Listen," Fred said as he whispered in her ear. "I have your present, but I can't show you until later. It's a surprise."

Adelaide looked over at him with an incredulous look, but Fred just stared back with that smirk of his. Rolling her eyes, she just replied, "Alright, then," before joining the others in celebrating the festivities.

As the day settled into night and people slowly began to leave, Fred took Adelaide aside and told her it was time to give her, her Christmas present.

"Ready?" he said while holding out his hand. She nodded and grabbed it, instantly being pulled in by her navel, twisting and warping as she was being apparated by Fred until both of them landed on solid, snowy ground.

"Where are we?" she asked. The snow was gently falling from the dark, azure skies and she could hear the dull, low-toned ringing of bells in the background.

"Hogsmeade," Fred replied casually. Still holding her hand, he led her down the street, passing shops and houses that were glowing with Christmas lights.

"Hogsmeade? Why?" Fred didn't answer as he continued to walk.

After a few minutes or so, they stopped; Adelaide was still confused as to what Fred was doing until he pulled out a small box from the pocket of his robes. It was wrapped in silver tinsel and tied with a red ribbon.

"Open it," he said while placing it in her hand. She did as she was told and found two small, bronze keys.

"What's this?" She was almost laughing as she asked.

"Look to your left."

Adelaide turned and saw a medium sized, stone house. It was painted white with oak doors. Small candles could be seen flickering in the windows. Adelaide could have died out of shock.

"Fred, you didn't."

He just shrugged and walked her to the door. She placed one of the keys in the lock and it turned with a click. Adelaide's nostrils were immediately filled with the scent of pumpkin spice, her favorite.

The sitting room was beautifully furnished as well as the kitchen and dining room. Adelaide still couldn't believe what she was seeing, but she loved it.

"Fred, I don't know what to say. I, I just…" her voice trailed off as she took a seat on the sofa.

Fred laughed. "Let me get you a cup of tea."

While they sipped and munched on ginger biscuits, Adelaide had a million questions, which Fred answered readily; he was expecting it.

"What about the shop and George?"

"Georgie will be fine without me. He and his girl are going to be moving in together. He'll be responsible for the shop in Diagon Alley while I'm going to run the shop in Hogsmeade."

"Wait, you two bought out Zonko's then?"

"Yeah, a while ago, but it won't be opening until next week."

"How can you afford all this? The house, the furniture, everything inside it. I know you guys make a good amount, but this seems like a bit much. And how did you decorate this place? It looks flawless."

"I've been saving up for the house, and your parents were more than happy to pitch in. I told them they didn't have to, but they insisted this would be our Christmas present. As for the interior design, I had a lot of help from mum, Fleur, and Hermione."

"So they knew?"

Fred nodded and sipped his tea. He repressed his laughter as Adelaide still looked as if a mountain troll had asked her for her hand in marriage.

"Fred, oh, Merlin, I don't think I could love you any more than I do. This is so much better than the crummy gifts I bought for you."

"Crummy? I love everything you got me. You're just not as good as giving surprises, that's all."

Adelaide responded by crashing her lips onto Fred's, which he gladly accepting by wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer. Their tongue's danced with one another until they gasped for air.

"Bedroom?" Fred asked as he heavily breathed. Adelaide complied as they rushed upstairs, their tea and biscuits forgotten.