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A Little Christmas cheer.

For Maths is Immortal, for being a stellar reviewer and making me smile...

She was sat, tiredly staring at the pile of cards she had yet to write. It far exceeded the size of the pile of cards she had received, but she didn't mind - most of them were for bookshops, promos for the books she was working on publicising.

"Can't be bothered," She muttered, waving her wand and watching her quills ink themselves and write out all the addresses and cards. Suddenly, with the pile diminished, she smiled to herself and stretched out, then rose and went onto the hallway. "Fred, you around?" she called.

Silence greeted her, and she looked up at the clock. Five thirty eight. He should have been home by now - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes closed at quarter past three today - it is Christmas Eve after all. He should have been home by now.

Sighing again, she waved her wand and attempted to clear up some of the mess before their party tonight. Christmas parties. She so hated them, but it was worth it, family and friends together, especially after the war.

Within minutes, she was wearing her Christmas outfit - the typical red skirt with fluffy white trimming, which skimmed her knees if she crouched down, and a red halter neck top that sparkled when the light hit it, thanks to a spell Angelina Johnson had put on it before she'd given it to her for her birthday.

Opening the door to George and Oliver, who had been staying together for a month while Oliver's house was being redecorated, re-protected, and generally remade, she smiled and found herself throwing music into the muggle CD player and pouring drinks into glasses. Soon the house was almost full - there was Angelina, Alicia, herself, Oliver, George, Lee Jordan and his wife Cassandra, Roger Davies, Ernie MacMillan, and about thirty other fringe-friends, all dancing in the front room of their relatively large house.

"George!" She yelled over the throbbing music and conversation, "Where's your brother?"

"Who? Fred?"

"No, the tooth fairy!"

"Oh, well… Fred said he had to finish some stuff off, he'd be back late." She sighed and threw her head back to catch the light on her top. "Like your top!" He yelled back.

"Thanks!" She smiled, the blush rising in her cheeks, "But your brother's not getting any this Christmas!" He laughed back.

"Katie, I expect nothing less."

Then the music cut out.

"Oh, fuck it." She fought her way across the room, ducking under a drunken Roger-Davies-with-mistletoe, and shouldering Harry Potter, who deliberately tried to impede her, she was sure. "Guys, I'll have the mus-"

It had exploded. She saw it as soon as she had forced her way through the crowd of people.

"Fuck." She pulled out her wand and tried to fix it, but it simply refused to repair itself. "Bugger and everything in between."

"Alright, Kat?" Oliver Wood appeared behind her, took one look at the CD player and laughed. "Is it broken?"

"Yeah."

"Oh well." He shrugged and pointed his wand at the four corners of the room. The music that had been playing seconds before was now emanating from the walls.

"Nice job." She nodded, "Thanks Ollie."

"Don't call me that."

"Sorry Captain." She poked her tongue out at him and laughed. "Sorry!"

"Oh, it's fine…" He paused and tilted his head, "Kat, are you wearing… why's your bra strap hanging-" He slid his hand up her shoulder and caught her bra strap, hooking it under the fabric of her top.

"Thanks." She smiled, then leaned in closer to him, "Listen, I don't feel too well," Not exactly a lie… her head had been killing her all day, and the music and alcohol was just making it worse. "Would you tell George I've gone to bed, and tell him that if Fred turns up, he can sleep on the sofa tonight?"

"Yeah," He over compensated for the huge amount of noise with a giant nod of the head. "G'night Kat!" He shouted, she pulled him close and hugged him.

"Merry Christmas Ollie," She winked, "All your presents are under the tree. Find them when you go." He nodded and smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Kat." he released her and she fought her way across the room, and up the stairs.

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He saw her talking to Wood as he pushed the door open, shaking snow from his hair.

"Katie!" He shouted as the music started again. She hadn't heard him. Damn.

Then Wood had his hand on her arm, under her top, she was hugging him, kissing his cheek, pointing to the sofa. And, then… then she released his hand after a lingering hug, pulled away and went upstairs.

"Oi, Wood!" He shoved through the crowd to get to him. Oliver looked up and smiled.

"Alright Weasley?"

"No. What're you doing with Katie?"

"Nothing, why?" He paused as he realised what Fred meant. "Mate, no, she's yours. She's not feeling well, so she has gone to bed. Nothing like that mate, nothing like that!"

Fred was suitably silenced for a while… until he realised what he was supposed to be doing, right now.

"Oh fuck… Ollie, give me ten minutes, and then kill the music, alright?" He nodded, confused, as Fred disappeared up the stairs.

He pushed open their bedroom door as slowly and quietly as he possibly could. His girlfriend was lying under the covers, clutching a blanket to her chest and sleeping peacefully.

"Sorry I'm late, Katie," He said to her as he went to the wardrobe and changed, "I had to pick up one last Christmas present. I'll explain later." He leaned over her and pressed a swift kiss to her temple, then pulled away to look at her for a second. "I love you." and he kissed her cheek again, then grabbed the bag in their spare room and prepared himself for potential public humiliation.

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She listened to him thumping down the stairs.

"Bloody Santa Claus," She smiled to herself, rolling over, opening her eyes and touching her cheek where he had kissed it, "I'll kill him."

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He strode down the stairs and was met with looks of confusion from all but Oliver Wood and George.

"Ladies and Gents, we wanted to say merry Christmas in style," Fred declared from beneath his Santa Suit, dragging the sack of presents down the stairs behind him. "But we couldn't think of any particularly stylish way to do it, so I thought I'd dress up like a complete tit and make you laugh."

And everyone did. Because this was Fred, he was funny. And he had just toppled down the stairs too. He laughed at himself and waited for her to pull him to his feet. Then he remembered she was fast asleep upstairs.

"Aw, fuck it." He dragged himself to his feet and started throwing the boxes of presents out to their respective receivers.

"Thanks, Fred!" George laughed and held up his present, "We'll leave your gifts under the tree," He laughed and winked. There was a small silence and a groan from the top of the stairs.

"Fred?" Katie was stood at the top of the stairs, "What're you doing?"

"Christmas presents," He smiled at her; she made her way down the stairs and leaned on the banister.

"Oh." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Well, alright then." Another moment of silence as she stepped further down the stairs made her way into the kitchen and found a bottle of water.

Half an hour later, the crowd of people dispersed, the pile of presents under their tree having grown largely in that short space of time, Katie sat, watching Fred attempt to pull his beard off.

"Sodding sticking charms." He was muttering.

"At least it wasn't permanent." She grinned back, waving her wand and watching the silvery hair flutter to the floor. "Where were you all night?"

"I had to go and get something for you." He smiled, "Your Christmas present."

"Oh," She smiled widely straight back at him and he pulled her into his arms. "I was really pissed at you earlier… because you were so late."

"Oh, Kat…" He laughed, "Sorry, sweetheart," He kissed her temple again and she rolled her eyes again. "Silly thing, you know I wouldn't miss a party for anything."

"Of course," She smiled and blushed, "But I was a bit…" She sighed, "Irritated."

"Understandable." He rose and tugged her into his arms again. "Oh, Katie…" He kissed her gently, smiling as he pulled away and let his lips touch her forehead. "Lovely, you are, you know that?"

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She rolled over in the middle of the night, her eyes fluttering open tiredly as she felt him kiss her nose.

"Aah!" she yelped as he appeared, mere millimetres from her face.

"Marry me, Katie?" He murmured into the darkness.

"What?" She groaned, tired, and slightly unfunctioning.

"I said, Marry me, Katie." he pulled a Christmas present from nowhere, handed it to her and watched her open it. It was a ring, slightly too big for her fingers, but on a chain. "I know you don't like wearing rings… so I thought I'd buy you one on a necklace."

"It's gorgeous." She said softly, avoiding his gaze and staring at the silver ring. "You want me to marry you?" She said with a smile.

"Yes." He paused, "I want you to marry me a lot." He grinned and she chuckled softly.

"Sure." She smiled, "Yeah, why not… I will marry you, Fred." She grinned, feeling him slide the necklace around her neck in the dark. He pressed his lips to hers and she smiled. "Merry Christmas." She whispered, feeling her eyes closing even as she spoke. He saw, and kissed her on the forehead, allowing her to doze off again.

"Merry Christmas Katie," But she was already asleep, her hand curled around his wrist, her lips pressed against his neck. "I Love you."

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