A/N: I only own the characters you don't recognize and the plot. The rest belongs to JK.

He slid his hand up her thigh, under her skirt. Her lips tasted sweet as she passionately kissed him. His other hand was tangled up in her dark blonde hair and pulling her closer to him. He was sitting on the couch and she was straddling him. She had on a short black skirt, and a tight black tank top. He was wearing a suit, well to begin with. He was now only wearing pants and his dress shirt was unbuttoned. They had just come back from dinner. One of her hands was in his shaggy red hair, while the other one was pushing his shirt off his shoulders. Feeling that he was slightly underdressed he decided to even it. He slowly moved his hand from her hair to her stomach and started pushing her shirt over her head. They stopped kissing long enough for him to push the shirt over her head. He started moving his lips down her jaw and to her collarbone. She moaned and pulled on his hair just enough to cause him to let out a low moan. She pulled his face towards and pressed her lips to his. He nibbled on her bottom lip and she let him in without hesitation. Suddenly someone coughed behind them. He jumped up and she fell on the floor startled.

"Do you mind? You could at least take her into your room. You know you do have one?" George said.

"Didn't know you would be home so early. Not my fault." Fred replied smiling.

"It's never your fault is it? Sorry George." Christina said. She had gotten off the floor, grabbed her shirt and walked to Fred's room and shut the door.

"So…did she say yes?" George asked his twin. Fred had been dating Christina since they left Hogwarts. It had been a strained relationship considering they were in the middle of a war, but he was sure he was in love.

"I haven't asked her yet." Fred replied simply. "I got caught up in….um….other activities." He walked back to his room with a mischievous smile.

Fred woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. He went to grab Christina around the waist to pull her closer to him but she wasn't there. He walked into the kitchen and saw a beautiful sight. Smooth long legs, light brown hair swept up into a messy bun, angelic voice humming some song he didn't know. To top it all off she was wearing nothing but his dress shirt from last night. He walked over to her and put his hands on her waist and rested his chin on her head. She stopped humming and leaned back into him. "I love you." She whispered. He turned her around, picked her up and put her on the counter. He whispered, "I love you," before pressing his lips against hers. Her hands instinctively went to his hair. His hands rested on her waist as he stood between her knees. He stopped kissing her and she gave him a confused look. He smiled at her and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a small black jewelry box. "Marry me." He said. He slid the ring on her finger as she started crying. She kissed him. "Of course." She said softly. He wiped away a tear and continued to kiss her.

"Seriously guys, what the hell!" George yelled at them. He grabbed some eggs and bacon and started walking back to his room. He stopped at his door. "Congratulations by the way." He then shut his door. Fred and Christina laughed.

"Chris we have to go. You'd think you were getting married or something." Fred said with a smile.

"Okay, okay. Let's go." Christina said walking out of the bathroom. She was wearing a flowing white skirt, a v-cut white shirt, and sand colored heels. She had her hair down and a white rose was put just behind her ear. She looked like an angel. They apparated to the ministry. Fred had a feeling that the war was about to come a lot closer to home. He wanted to make sure that if anything happened Christina was well taken care of. What Fred didn't know was that Christina had just found out she was pregnant. She needed to tell him. She had just found out this morning. She was going to tell him when he got home but he was in a hurry to get to the ministry and he wouldn't let her talk. They walked into a room with an elder looking man standing in front of the desk.

"You both have to sign this paperwork and then its official." He said in a raspy voice.

"Okay, you sign first." Fred said to her. He looked so handsome in his purple suit. Leave it to him to find some way to make even signing official documents feel untraditional.

"I have to tell you something first," Christina started, "I'm…"

"Chris, I love you, but we don't have time. I have to go to Hogwarts. My coin just sent me a message that Harry's back and ready to fight." Fred interrupted her.

"You can't marry me until you hear what I have to say!" She yelled at him.

"Do you have a terminal contagious disease?"

"No, but…"

"Are you cheating on me?"

"No, but Fred…"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes of course."

"Then just sign the papers and tell me later please." He begged her as he signed the papers.

"Fine. But I'm coming with you." She said angrily. She signed the papers and walked out the door.

"You can't." Fred said as he followed her out the room.

"Yes I can. You can't tell me what to do."

"You're my wife, I don't want you to go you could get hurt." Or worse die Fred thought.

St. Mungos was filled with the casualties of the war. Christina was running through the halls looking for her husband's room. When she got there the entire Weasley family was in there sobbing over his lifeless body. George turned around at the sound of the door opening. His curiosity quickly turned to anger. He grabbed Christina by her arm and pulled her outside the room.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I want to know if he's ok."

"Well he's not so you can leave now." George said as he went to go open the door. Christina stopped him.

"What is your problem?" She asked tears pooling in her eyes.

"What's my problem? If you had just stayed home my brother would still be alive. He wouldn't have taken that curse for you. It's your fault so get the fuck out!" He yelled at her. Christina let the tears fall down her face and ran out of St. Mungos.