"JESSICA JEAN SMITH! TELL YOUR FRIEND TO NOT POOF OUT OF THE FIREPLACE!" Mum's shrill voice rang from downstairs. I ran down the stairs to see Angelina standing awkwardly beside the fireplace, her mouth pressed into a straight line.

"Sorry mum, I guess I forgot to tell you about that." Her face was red and flustered as she looked at me with such disdain I had the audacity to forget, before she walked out of the room. "So, you ready to spend a week with your boyfriend's family?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, are you?" she raised an eyebrow back at me and started smirking.

"I am not dating Fred."

"I never said I meant Fred," I felt my face burn up as I glared at a stain on the purple rug, which was the result of Sophie spilling her brand new foundation on Christmas, she cried about that, a lot. "I'm yanking your chain lovey, go say bye to your parents."

I did as she had told me, walking off the way that mother had left not a minute before, entering the kitchen where both my parents stood talking discretely between themselves. A cough alerted them to my presence, "I'm actually going to get going now," walking towards them and wrapping my arms around the two of them. "I will write every day, promise."

My mum nodded, "we love you honey."

"I love you too." Looking between the two of them, "Um, I'm going to poof up the chimney now, so I'll see you soon." I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, where Angelina was staring at the fish tank in fascination. "All good, let's hop to it." She turned her gaze to me and nodded, as I grabbed my suitcase from beside the stairs she poured out a small amount of Floo Powder into her own hand, then into mine.

She stepped into the fireplace and announced clearly "The Burrow," and disappeared into a swirl of green flames. Following as she did, I found myself swiftly into what I assumed was the Weasley residence, I saw Angelina standing a few steps in front of me, as she turned back towards me she shrugged, unsure of if we were in the right place.

That was when a tall ginger man walked into the room, looking at us, he swiftly turned and yelled; "They're here." He then took a few steps away from the doorway and the twins came bounding into the room with stupid grins on their faces, they looked like two small children on Christmas morning. The other ginger in the room excused himself after nodding to the two boys.

George and Angelina immediately went to town and started making out like it hadn't been less than two weeks since they had seen each other last, which made me smile as I averted my eyes. Fred and I on the other hand, just hugged, it was nothing particularly intense but it still set the butterflies in my stomach off into a frenzy. I smiled into his chest, just being with him calmed me down.

A cough separated us, as more redheads filed into the room, though it didn't achieve the same result with George and Angelina, who continued their intense reunion. Among the redheads were Hermione and Harry, who I knew from the multiple times that they had gotten into trouble and saved the school, sometimes simultaneously.

Mrs Weasley took to the front of the crowd and tapped George on the shoulder, which successfully separated the pair, both of whom were blushing profusely and retreated as far backwards as they could, and then began to speak. "Welcome to our home," she nods to me and Angelina, whose face was still bright red. "You two will be sharing a room with Ginny and Hermione, sorry that it's going to be a tad cramped. Dinner will be ready in two hours and I expect everyone sat at the table." She looks around, almost daring anyone to speak with her sweet smile on her face, "Off you go then, two hours."

I looked to Fred who seemed unchanged by his mother's words, and then over to the lovebirds who were slightly less red than they had been beforehand, but still noticeably so. Ginny came up to me with a smile that was not dissimilar to her mother's, and levitated my case out of my hand. "I will take this to the room and Fred can show you where it is later." There was something hostile behind her words that I couldn't quite place, so I concluded to ignore whatever it had meant because I just wanted to enjoy myself.

"So, when do you want to do the gifts?" Fred asked beside me.

"We can do them after dinner since yours just got levitated up the stairs." This caused a look of curiosity to dawn across his face as he looked after Ginny and the case, then one of mischief as it dawned on him that he could go and grab his gift at any time he chose because I wouldn't be able to get to it first. "No," I began to say as he dashed up the tight stairway, I sprinted off up them after him. "Fred! NO!"

"GINNY GIVE ME THE CASE!" his voice carried around the house, he snatched it out of the air as Ginny said something about him being just plain rude before he flung open the case on what I assumed was his bed. My belongings spewed out across the floor as he rummaged through the now half empty case. Then he smiled and pulled something out of the case with a devilish grin and held it up, I leapt at him trying to grab the bra from his hands, after doing so I shoved everything into the case and sat on the lid, glaring at him and trying to hide my deep breathing from him.

"What the hell Frederick?" I asked once I had regained my breath.

"What are you questioning here? There are a few things…"

"The very fact that you had to ask that isn't good," I tried to say it sternly but a grin crept across my lips. "But, you don't go through a girl's stuff, because you find stuff that she doesn't want you to see."

"Oh, so I'm not allowed to see your underwear now? It's just a bit of fabric."

"Tell that to the shit-eating grin you wore when you saw it."

"It's just lacier than I thought it would be." My expression must have told him what I thought about that, "Oh not like that Jessica, Gods." I erupted into laughter at the colour his face had turned, as it blended with the Gryffindor banner that hung behind him.

"I know," I leaned over and kissed his cheek and smirked at him before winking at him and grabbed my case and looked expectantly at him.

"Oh," he said after a moment as he got up and tried to grab my case, I pulled it out of his reach and nodded at him. "I am trying to be a gentleman here."

"I got it, you can be a gentleman later. Not like that." I said before the grin had even started to pull at his mouth." With that he began walking down the corridor to a baby pink door, knocking on it I poked my head around, no one was in there, but it was quite obviously Ginny's so I put my case down behind the door and pulled out three wrapped parcels. When I exited the room and saw Fred standing waiting, he glanced down at the silver packages in my hands. "Since you were so damn impatient you can have yours last." I turned on my heel and made my way back down the stairs, where George and Angelina sat cuddling on a worn, yet comfortable looking sofa. I dropped two, non-breakable gifts into their laps.

"Gods, you scared us."

"Merry Christmas." They clocked this and began tearing into the wrapping paper, Angelina who tore hers apart much quicker thanks to her long nails, gawked at the small silver pocket watch in her hands, she looked like she had just been given a winning lottery ticket. While George held a book in his hands, attempting to mask disappointment, "open it." I instructed, he did so as tiny firework exploded in his face. His hair stuck up all around his face, "there's instructions for that in the book." After saying that he looked considerably more pleased with the gift, while Angelina looked at her boyfriend like he might be the next thing to explode.

"Jess this is so kind but-"

"Ang, it's a gift, I used my money that would have been wasted otherwise." She wanted to continue to object but decided against it. "And George if you ever use anything out of that I book on me I will bring it all back on you tenfold."

Angelina then ran to her case which still sat on the living room floor and pulled out a pink sparkly package that I attempted not to squint at. The smile on her face was so genuine that I began to smile with her, as I began opening it I saw a mug in the paper, when I pulled it out entirely I saw that it had miniature cartoons of all of our group dancing along the lower rim of the cup. "I love it," a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed her face.

"That's from both of us because somebody picked something she couldn't make." George said from his place on the couch while Angelina nodded enthusiastically. "And I made it so you can't break it." A grateful smile emerged from my face.

Then I turned to Fred who was standing behind me, trying his best to look like he was being patient while failing miserably. Handing him the last of the last silver package in my hands, I became nervous suddenly, what if he didn't like it?

I watched him as he unwrapped the paper, as a look of curiosity turned into one of wonder, he turned over the watch that he held in his hands, before looking up at me, something new in his eyes. He lunged over the space between us and kissed me, the watch in his hand still, and the kiss which was caring and desperate all at once drew the nerves out of me, the engraving danced around my mind.

To time and us