hello, my pretties! haha here's another chapter. i know the story is going pretty slow at the moment, and i'm sorry about that. i'm doing my best!

i hope you enjoy this one. i kind of got in the Christmas mood. So, for all intents and purposes, it's Christmas in June for me right now haha.

So, i want to extend the 'IF ANYONE WANTS TO MAKE ME A BANNER, I WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER' invitation again. please please please? this story is lacking visuals i think. :/ if you need a few, go to my profile and i have a link to where i place all of them. thanks a bunch.

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okayy, here is some lovin' for all my little Fred-hungry birdies. ps- message me if there's something you would like to see in these stories that i haven't included or forgot about or something

this is long, so be prepared.

You Make Me Very Merry Happy

You're all I want for Christmas
All I want my whole life through
Each day is just like Christmas
Anytime that I with you

You're all I want for Christmas
And if all my dreams come true
Then I'll awake on Christmas mornin'
And find my stocking filled with you

-All I Want for Christmas Is You (Bing Crosby)

Something underneath me shifted. I groaned and moved my legs a little, wincing at the discomfort. A twitch underneath my thigh made me finally open my eyes.

I was lying on Fred, my right leg thrown over his waist and my centre pressed against his thigh. We were both gloriously naked and my head was cradled against his chest, his hand on my lower back and mine resting on his nipple next to my head. When I raised my eyes to his face, I found him staring down at me with a lazy smile adorning his mouth.

"Happy Christmas, my love." He reached down and placed a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. I smiled groggily back at him.

"And what a happy Christmas it is at that," I giggled. My voice came out hoarse and I blushed, remembering how much I screamed last night.

Fred chuckled, his deep laughter rocking his chest and making my body bounce. "I knew you were a vocal little sex kitten, but I didn't know that someone as tiny as you could be just that loud." He squeezed me to his side and I bit my lip and smiled.

"Well who knew that you could make me cum so violently with my first time?" I repositioned myself and tightened my leg around his waist, twisting my other ankle around his other calf.

With a grunt, Fred replied hoarsely, "You wound me. My baby always orgasms, no matter what."

I moaned deep in my throat and felt my body rush with heat at his words. I rubbed my face into his neck and kissed him, wondering how much longer we had before he would have to sneak out before my parents came up to wake me up for presents.

I smirked when I felt his dick twitch against my thigh again like it had when I was woken up. I let my hand wander down his body and grip his morning wood. He hissed and squeezed my ass.

"As much as I would love to have my first present of the day be you, you're too sore for another round right now. It's only been a few hours, Blayne; though I do love your enthusiasm," he winked down at me.

I whined and slowly started to caress his prick. He groaned and grasped my hand in his. "Wait, I think I can hear your parents. Sweetie, they're probably bringing your stocking to the end of your bed. I've got to go before they find me... or before my mum doesn't find me."

With a heavy sigh, I let him go. I looked at the digital clock which my dad gave me from his Muggle days and saw that it was around five in the morning. Outside my window, snow was still gently falling and the ground was covered in a thick layer of white.

I kissed his lips lightly and begrudgingly rolled over so he could get up to get dressed. I watched with amusement as he fought with himself before finally getting up from the bed with tremendous difficulty. I followed his naked form as he roamed around my room looking for his clothing. He bent down to pick up his wifebeater, which I had forgotten I had thrown off him, and slid it over his head. His jeans had landed on my bureau with my panties on top of it and he stood in front of the drawers as he dragged the jeans over his ass. In my lust and sleep addled brain, I didn't realize he didn't put on his shirt or boxers. When he was finished tying his trainers (one which landed under the bed and the other which had fallen off by the window) he came back over to the bed with other articles of clothing in his hands.

"As much as I love you laying there beautifully bare, I don't think your parents would quite understand you laying here naked at the end of December." We laughed quietly together and he slid his boxers up my legs and rested them on my hips. His wand swished through the air as he removed the locks on the room. Then he lifted me up, slid both arms through his button-down, and buttoned the buttons for me. My eyes were already starting to drift shut as he finished the last plastic piece. I couldn't help myself as I gave into the temptation and let my eyelids finally fall.

The last thing I remember before floating into dreamland was a light kiss on my puffy, well-kissed lips and seven whispered words.

"I love you Blayne. Never forget that."

The next time I woke up, my feet were weighed down by something heavy. I disregarded it as I replayed the night before in my mind. I grasped the pearl in my hand and was just about to drift back to sleep when my door slammed open.

"HAPPY CHRISTMAS, BEAUTIFUL SISTER OF MINE!" a high pitched voice squealed. I groaned and rolled over. "Hey, where'd you get that necklace?"

I blushed and jolted upright, tucking the necklace into Fred's shirt. Her eyes lit up with mischief as she eyed me. "Fred came last night, didn't he?" Morgana, how was she so good at reading me?

"N-no!"

"Don't lie to me, sis. You've got the well-fucked glow about you." I blushed at her words.

Holding my arms across my chest in a defensive manner, I crawled out of bed. "Okay fine, Fred did come over and we made love. But you can't tell anybody, okay? I have no idea how Mum and Papa would react, not to mention it only happened a few hours ago. As far as they're concerned, I borrowed these clothes from Fred clean out of the wash after Molly gave me his clothes to put on his bed, okay?"

"Sure, sure." She turned to leave, and was almost out the door before she turned back and smiled brilliantly. "I really am so happy for you, B. Fred and you are perfect for each other."

Then she was gone, albeit with a little trip as she jammed her toe in my door.

I shook my head and grabbed my stocking, testing its weight in my hands as I descended the stairs. I was consumed with my own thoughts concerning what would happen at Headquarters that night and had to save myself from tripping down the stairs and landing on my ass on more than one occasion.

I smiled when I saw my family gathered around the newly decorated Christmas tree. They each held a stocking in their hands and festive music was playing softly in the background. I gracelessly sat down next to Nymphadora on the floor.

"Good morning, sunshine! How was your sleep?" Mum's question was innocent enough, but it flooded my mind with inappropriate thoughts. I stopped myself from blushing and shrugged.

"I slept wonderfully, thanks. Happy Christmas everybody!" I beamed. There was something about the energy in the air when your family was together and everything seemed perfect. Nothing could go wrong today.

We each opened our stockings and pulled out our gifts. I received a plethora of my favourite gift- sweets. Also, I was presented with new, lighter robes for the spring and fall months at Hogwarts, money for clothes from my parents, and some sentimental bits and pieces that I'd mentioned I liked. Nymph also gave me a body care kit which ranged from bath soaps to face masks.

Afterwards, we all sat down for our annual breakfast of bangers and mash. While chomping down on our toast and over-easy eggs, we talked about what we were going to do that day.

"We should get going soon. We don't want to be late for Headquarters. We told them we'd be there around eleven," I commented.

Tonks nodded. "I have to be on duty for about three hours before dinner time, but I should be around for the rest of the festivities. I wonder who's coming..."

"Don't worry, Dora, I'm sure your charming werewolf wouldn't miss it for the world." Papa chuckled into his pumpkin juice and Mum and I couldn't stop from laughing, much to Tonks' chagrin.

She grumbled under her breath and we all teased her some more. It was obvious she had the hots for my former teacher. I thought they'd look quite charming together, never mind the age difference. You know what they say; age has nothing to do with love.

"Well your mum and I are going around visiting some friends of ours and we'll be by later. A lot of families are grieving today since the past war. Besides, Boxing Day will have to be reserved for your grandparents and uncles."

Nymphadora and I groaned. Our Muggle family saw us once a year- on Boxing Day. Papa made sure we kept a little contact with them, though they were as oblivious as the Giant Squid. It was a day that we all sat around my grandparents' old musty house while watching strange contraptions whirl around, much to their amusement. We lied all day about everything- where we went to school, what our friends did, even where we lived. As far as my dad's family was concerned, we lived in a nice cottage in the north of Switzerland and were avid skiers. Whatever skiing was.

So I would be with the Weasleys all day, mostly by myself until supper. I wondered what sort of shenanigans we would get into this Christmas.

After breakfast, I went upstairs to gather the stuff I would need at Headquarters. I changed into a soft red cowelnecked sweater and a pair of dark, distressed jeans. I pulled on my purple Converse and did my makeup in soft, bright colours. I thought with longing of the sweater which I was leaving behind; the blue sweater that Molly had knitted me, proudly baring the letter B in pink stitching on the front, had become too tiny for me to wear anymore.

I squinted my eyes and my hair cascaded down my back in long, soft, deep red curls with bright green highlights. I had to get in the Christmas mood, of course. I slid the necklace down the front of my sweater to conceal it to everybody until Fred and I had a chance to go off together alone.

I grabbed my tote and, with a wince as my thighs quivered because of the effort they had put out the night before, descended the stairs so my sister could bring me to Headquarters. I said goodbye to my parents with promises to be a good girl, and then Nymphadora grabbed my arm and we whooshed through time and space.

We landed outside the Muggle apartments with a thump. I tripped in the heavy snow and caught myself just before falling. Tonks and I recited the address in our heads and soon the building was squeezing its way into its proper place. We stepped up to nock quietly on the door, so as not to wake Sirius's mum, and the door slid open to reveal a flushed Mrs. Weasley. She lit up when she saw us and ushered my sister and I inside and out from the cold.

"Happy Christmas, dearies. The boys are upstairs, Blayne darling." Molly ushered me up the stairs and then turned to Tonks in hushed tones. I guessed there was an Order meeting about to commence in the kitchen.

I crept upstairs to the boys' bedroom and shoved the heavy wooden door open. George squealed like a little girl and Fred was brandishing his Beater's bat at me when I finally saw the two of them. The funniest part of it was that they were both naked except for a pair of boxers hanging from their hips. I nearly fell over at the sight of my boyfriend and his twin so vulnerable and so childishly reacting to such a simple scare. The looks on their faces were priceless. When I stopped laughing and wiped the tears from my eyes, both the boys were blushing. Fred put down his bat and George sat down on his bed, holding a hand to his heart.

"That was a very nasty thing to do to us, Miss Andromache!" George huffed.

Fred walked over and enveloped me in a hug. "Good morning, my love. I missed you. Though George is right... is that any way to treat the man whom you love?"

"I thought it was quite appropriate. Speaking of, I love your boxers baby." I grinned and pulled the elastic away from his hips, letting them snap back. Fred made a sound in the back of his throat and turned, wiggling his ass at me. He was wearing a pair that I had given him the night before, the plaid and red bow ones that told me not to open until Christmas. Good thing it's Christmas, I thought.

"You just can't resist me, can you?"

"Oh, woe is me who tries such an evil deed!" I put a hand over my forehead in typical drama queen style. George snickered behind us.

"Would you two quit it? You're making me gag over here." George then turned his back on us and finished getting dressed. I shook my head at the twin and Fred wrapped his arms around my waist, sitting me in the bed in his lap.

"But seriously, how are you feeling sweetheart?" he whispered in my ear. I grinned and caught his lips with mine.

"Wonderful. Amazing. Perfect. Fantastic. Giddy. Merlin, I love you." I kissed him again.

"You've got to be sore though, no?" His mouth trailed down my neck and he lavished the side of it with his tongue. I bit back a moan.

"Slightly, but it's nothing worse than when how I feel after I fall the night before. So it's no more than a daily occurrence."

He shook his head against my neck and I could feel him grinning.

Things were just getting heavy when George turned back around and threw something in my lap. Fred's head popped up and I picked it up to see a badly wrapped box of some sort. It was his gift to me for Christmas. I leaned over to fish out his gift from my bag and threw it back at him.

I peeled back the paper to reveal a book. Flipping it over, a red and black cover flashed back at me. In perfect cursive, the book's title glinted. The Magical Kama Sutra was elegantly inscribed on the cover. I couldn't stop laughing. I looked up at George and Fred stared at the book dumfounded.

"I take it you know then, mate. Thanks for the book, I'm sure it'll come in handy." I got up off Fred's lap and hugged my best mate. He always knew how to lighten a situation while at the same time displaying his infinite approval at our relationship.

I watched him open his gift and pull out two tickets to a Wizard Rock concert that had all his favourite bands present. I knew he sort of liked Angelina but was too afraid to ask her out, and I hoped these tickets would give him the push he needed. He rolled his eyes at me while simultaneously being really excited. He hugged and thanked me.

Afterwards, I untucked the necklace from Fred from underneath my shirt, and George went to get everybody else so we could exchange gifts while the adults were in the meeting.

"I can't wait to go through that gift with you," Fred whispered. He kissed my shoulder lightly and I suppressed a shudder at the thought.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Fred Weasley showed interest in a book." I teased him lightly, but it was a sore alternative for what I really wanted to do to him at that moment. His hands rested lightly on my hips and I could feel the heat tingling from each of his fingertips. I tilted my head to the side to catch his lips in an innocent kiss.

A flash of a freckled nose and a blue sweater made me jump. "Good morning, brother and future sister. Please refrain from shagging whilst I am in the room. I trust you haven't blown up my gift yet?" Ginny said in greeting as she walked through the door.

"It's right here, impatient little witch." I threw it at her and she caught it soundly, her Chaser skills proving themselves. She tossed mine lightly in my direction without realizing it and Fred caught it for me. I smiled at him, thanking him silently because the entire room knew I wouldn't have caught it.

I had gotten Ginny her first gift certificate to a lingerie store. She was fourteen now, and she had a right to feel pretty, though if I heard she was showing any boys this underwear I would beat her silly and then have to restrain her brothers from locking a chastity belt round her waist.

She blushed scarlet, threw me a look, and quickly stashed her gift. Luckily, nobody noticed because the trio was filtering through the door. I laughed as I held up the gift she gave me. It was an off-the-shoulder simple white t-shirt with black lettering that proudly stated 'I love my boyfriend'. Fred threw a devilish grin to Ginny and she giggled lightly.

Fred lazily flicked his wand as George sat down beside us, and the gifts to the three young troublemakers flitted to their laps. In return, George threw three gifts at Fred, three to me, and kept three for him. Fred and George always gave a joint gift to their friends and family, with the exception of a few people like who had unusual circumstances. For instance, I had always been their best friend and had a different sort of relationship with each twin, meaning they each had a different idea as to a gift and could never agree.

I got Ron a wand holder, hoping it would help the boy in keeping his delicate wand from getting into any more trouble. Harry got a simple black tee that proclaimed 'I may not be a Prefect, but I'm perfect!', making a joke of his best friends's new status in Gryffindor. And to Hermione, I gave her a set of my favourite romance novels. The girl was now 15, and it was time to get her head out of the books and into the real world of boys and romance and fun and love. Krum had wanted to teach her last year, but she wasn't ready. Maybe, until she was ready to confront her own sexuality and budding desires, these books would keep her company. They had certainly helped me.

Ron gifted me some sweets, which I was immensely grateful for since my stash had been dwindling greatly. I got treacle fudge from Harry and almost fainted at the smell of it; it was from the store at Hogsmeade where I sometimes indulged myself I had enough money, the place where they made the best sweets near us. I couldn't thank him enough and had to stop myself from devouring the treats then. Hermione, ever the scholar, bought me a beautiful manuscript about charms and how to create them. I was grateful for the introduction to what I wanted to do with my life.

After we had exchanged our gifts, we all joked a bit before the delicious smell of Molly's cooking reached our noses. I hopped off Fred, grabbed his hand, and nearly flew down the stairs to get to the food. I was ravished. Perhaps it was all the strenuous activity I had partaken in the previous night...

We all sat down to a wonderful Christmas afternoon meal. Afterwards, more presents were given. Remus and Bill had stayed after the Order meeting and sat next to Sirius, and to my surprise both had gotten gifts for everyone. My sister had left for Order business somewhere. Charlie had sent his gifts all the way from Romania.

Molly's were the first. She made me a new sweater, a purple hand-knitted profession of my position in her heart and in her family. It had a beautiful B laced on the front, and as I had tried to admit to her many times before, every time I saw that letter staring up at me, I couldn't help but feel my eyes fill with tears of joy. To have two families, two adoring and bloody brilliant groups of people that thought of me as their daughter and their sister, was just too much love for one person. Sometimes, I wondered how on Earth I had gotten so damn lucky.

I gave my surrogate mother a new wizarding cookbook. It wasn't much and didn't display a tenth of what her gift meant to me, but it was affordable and I knew she'd like it. She loved stuffing me with bloody delicious food that would make a Hungarian Horntail docile.

Sirius gave me some of his Firewhiskey, likely because it was what he had hanging around. I was technically of age in England, anyways. I couldn't wait to have some fun with the twins later. My family had all pitched in to buy my haggard cousin a Muggle television set and a bunch of movies he would enjoy. I could only imagine what it would be like being cooped up in a house, a captive without the official title, after just escaping Azkaban, a tortured soul without reason. I prayed for a reason to make it easier on my once-fun-loving cousin, who had smiled in pictures as he held my small, toddler frame in his large hands. I wanted that Sirius back, and I didn't think I ever would again. It tore me apart to know that the world would not again be blessed with the wonder that was Sirius Black in his former glory.

Remus blessed me with a Defence Against the Dark Arts anthology. The tome was almost as heavy as I was and beautifully aged. I thanked him profusely. He would never know how much that book would help me in the months to come as I struggled to teach myself the knowledge which Umbridge was withholding. I made him a little cherry wooden plaque with shiny gold lettering; he was, truly, the '#1 Werewolf Teacher'. He chuckled, and I regretted that it wasn't laced with more light.

I bought an elegantly male stationary set for Bill. I missed our long letters and cramped hands. Life had gotten away from us, and it was time to renew our close relationship of the past. Despite the large age difference, Bill and I had much in common and had always had a sibling-like bond. I told him, in a three-page long letter placed gently atop the pages, that I expected one letter a week. Also, it gave him a full page and a half of encouragement towards getting Fleur. Merlin knew, he needed a blasted wife already. He presented me with a heavy picture book. I almost began to cry as I flipped the pages of my childhood and glanced at the faces that had changed and evolved through time and circumstance. Half the book was left empty, awaiting new pictures of our future as friends and as a proxy family. Words could not express how much the book meant to me.

After peeling away the burnt paper of Charlie's gift, I found a little purple dragon. It was friendly looking and adorable in the way that it was the cutest and most non-frightening dragon I had ever laid eyes on. On its lime green stomach was stitched my name in elegant, Edwardian script. I had sent the dragon-tamer extra-strength burn cream for those nasty marks the cursed creatures he loved left upon his freckled skin. I had made it myself, adding a home-made charm to the mix to sooth and protect from future scars.

Afterwards, we visited Mr. Weasley. It was a lengthy visit, and most of it was spent just sitting around like family on Christmas Day. There was one event that stuck out amongst the normalcy.

The children left to get a snack and Fred and I stayed behind, standing around Arthur's bed while Molly sat in a rocking chair holding his hand. I studied their faces in the bright hospital light.

Arthur was lost. He looked at us quizzically, bewildered and a little drugged. Molly smiled at me, a glint to her eyes. I knew she had some idea of what we were about to tell them.

Fred grasped my hand in his and leaned down to kiss the crown of my head. I felt my face light up and looked at my extra parents in turn. Fred and I had decided to do this right, and he had told me he wanted to be the one to tell them.

"Mum, Dad, Blayne and I have something to tell you." His voice didn't waver and his tone was strong and commanding, demanding attention. My heart swelled to know that, with that voice, there was no room for argument, though I doubted there would be any. My love would stand by me, not matter what. "We're in love."

Molly's hands clapped together and then came to cover her mouth. Her eyes shone brightly as tears quivered on her lids. Watching her, I could feel a few of my own tears flit down my cheek. She stood on shaking legs and enveloped us in a hug to rival a giant. I don't know how long we stood there, but I knew I was crying and laughing and basking in the glow of my boyfriend's mother's infinite approval of me.

After she stood back, holding a hand to her heart and taking her husband's hand with her other one, Arthur finally spoke.

"I'm so happy for you two. We always knew the day would come. Come hug me, son." Fred let go of me to hug his bedridden father and kissed his cheek. "We love you as though you are our own, Blayne. I am beyond pleased to know that one day, you will officially join our family."

He ushered me over, and I caught myself crying again.

After a heart-warming dinner, complete with a traditional English roast and mashed potatoes, we all gathered round the fire. Ron and Harry played Exploding Snaps and Hermione read a book. Tonks snored loudly in a plush chair after her shift and I caught Lupin staring at the metamorphmagus. I shook my head, knowing they would end up together eventually. And I couldn't wait for the bundles of joy that they created. Molly was reading and marking up her new cookbook, Sirius was coaching Harry in his game, and Bill had left after dinner to see if he could find his little French veela. Ginny was passed out cold, curled into George's chest in a loveseat, her mouth gaping open like a fish.

Glancing at each of my family members and cradled in the arms of my one true love, I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face. I didn't know what the future would bring, I didn't know what Voldemort would do to my family, but I did know that I wouldn't ever forget the way I felt on that blessed Christmas of my sixth year.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

-Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

i hope you enjoyed it. review and message and all that. xoxoxo, Audrey