You hadn't laughed as much as you did before meeting Fred; he was your life, your everything. Every moment with him was perfect. Even when you had your small arguments it wasn't long before the two of you made up. Fred would often sit next to you when you are mad at him and annoy you in a sweet 'I'm sorry' way, which consisted of light pokes, gentle nudges, forced loving hugs when you didn't want them and many other sweet gestures.

How you managed without Fred you didn't know. And you didn't want to know what it would be like without him. Never.

Other students would often laugh and stare when you two were together, but in a good way. Other than a few Slytherins and grumpy teachers who would tell the two of you to stop acting like five year old kids. Slytherins would frown upon you, saying that you have lowered yourself by dating a Weasley. You didn't care. You loved Fred. More than anything. And you would do anything for him and his family. The Weasley's were a second family to you and Molly and Arthur Weasley absolutely adored you and were fascinated by your wizard family living in the muggle world and would often ask questions about the society and 'weird' objects which you gladly answered.

Despite Fred being quite a but taller than you, you would stand tall for him when he and his family get targeted. Which he loved you even more for.

Your stomach ached so much once you reached the Great Hall because of how much you were laughing. It took you a while to get there because of the detour Fred took, carrying you around different long corridors easily.

You chuckled as Fred lowered you down to the ground, settling on your feet.

"There you are, returned to the ground." Fred said, his face still glowing with a smug grin from this morning. You shook your head in amusement and punched his arm.

"Yeah, finally!" You laughed as the two of you took your seats. You were sat next to Ginny on your left and Fred on your right, his twin soon taking a perch next to his brother.

"Alright, you lot?!" George called, immediately piling at least five pieces of toast onto his plate. Hermione looked on in fake disgust.

"Really, do all of your family eat this much?" She said with a one sided smile. George looked up with a whole slice of buttered toast hanging from his mouth by the corner, clutched by his teeth. All of the Weasley's on the table looked at one another and nodded with shrugs, synchronising in speech.

"Yeah,"

"Gosh!" She sighed dramatically, but chuckled before spooning a small amount of cereal into her mouth. You couldn't stop grinning to yourself as you looked down at the ring on your finger, gleaming up at you just as brightly. Ron frowned, curious.

"Oi, Fioona, fwat you gwinen aboot?" Ron muffled through a mouthful of sausage. Hermione shoved a napkin into his face, hinting greatly for him to remove the ketchup surrounding his mouth.

"I believe what Ronald was trying to say was; Fiona, why are you beaming so brightly this morning?" She smiled, they had all remembered your birthday as you recalled seeing a little pile of presents perched somewhere in the common room, attempting to hide. You guessed that it must have been Ron who was told to hide them, failing. Bless him.

You looked up at the two of them, then at Fred. Fred took a bite out of his jam smeared toast as he looked at you, smiling with a nod only you could notice.

"Well, this morning when I was rudely woken up," you teased Fred, who pretended to look upset but just ended up smiling. "Fred decided to give me my birthday present...

Ginny and Hermione looked most intrigued as they eagerly awaited for you to continue, as Fred wouldn't tell them a thing about what he had planned. You smirked to yourself, surprised that they hadn't noticed yet. "He waited until a certain time this morning before giving me and asking me something,"

"Ask you something?" Ginny asked, puzzled. You nodded, unable to keep back. You flicked up your left hand so that it was visible for everyone to see, showing off the beautiful glistening ring. Everyone gasped and Ginny and Hermione squealed with excitement, earning a few confused looks from other students dotted around the hall. Ginny grabbed your hand swiftly, squeezing it a little tightly as her eyes bulged looking upon the ring.

"Oh my! That's... that's beautiful! Fred, did you actually choose this by yourself?!"

"Hey, just because I'm a guy, I can't choose something nice?" He pouted, shoving in the remains of his toast into his mouth. You chuckled and kissed his cheek, gaining a curl of a smile from the corner of his lips.

"George, did you know about this?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Of course I did." He said through a mouthful of food.

"George! You didn't tell me?!" Ginny whined. Both you and Fred shared a small amused look, as this reminded you of the last time this happened.

"You helped me Ginny!" Fed laughed, shaking his head.

"...oh yeah." Ginny mumbled, smiling a little from embarrassment.

"Did you ask her parents?" Hermione asked curiously. Fred shook his head.

"Nope." Hermione frowned.

"Do you know her parents?"

"Nope."

"So, you've never met them?"

"Nope." Fred laughed to himself.

"That's great start, Fred. 'Hello, my name's Fred and I am engaged to your daughter, nice to meet you'!" said Ron. A few on the table chuckled at his comment. You also chuckled.

"Oh, yeah. That's one thing I was meant to ask you, Fred." Fred and the others looked towards you, urging you to continue. "I have told my parents about you and they would like to meet you. They have offered for you to stay for a few days, if you wanted to of course." Ron and Harry sniggered, knowing that Fred wasn't the most well-sociable person in gatherings as he always pulled pranks alongside his brother, unable to behave properly. Fred blinked.

"Oh, yeah, ok. I guess I have to anyway, seeing as you're going to be my wife now." You blushed, smiling a little shyly as Ginny awed.

"I'll let them know soon."

"How many kids are you gonna have?" Ginny asked, more like demanded. Both you and Fred blushed darkly. Fred surprisingly confessed.

"Well... I would like at least... four." You smiled.

"...I want five." Fred blinked and returned your smile before nodding.

"I guess that I can manage to give you another one,"

"I bet you would, Freddy."

"S-shut up, Georgey!" Fred stuttered, shoving his brother and blushing more. Everyone involved in the conversation laughed, shaking their heads as they continued with their breakfast. This happy moment was soon ruined by an unwelcome listener.

"Did I hear right?" Malfoy interrupted, standing behind you and Fred, scowling. You exhaled whilst closing your eyes, not wanting this drama right now. "You, Fiona, are getting hitched to this? A Weasley? Did you ever consider what this would do to your family name? Your rank? Father will not be pleased. He hoped that you and I would eventually be acquainted." Harry snorted. "Something funny, Potter?!" He snapped sharply. Harry shook his head, trying not to laugh further.

"Nothing."

"Look, Malfoy," you huffed, unwilling to open your eyes to look up at the snarling Slytherin. "I love Fred, alright? He's a thousand times- no, a MILLION times better than you, than you can ever be. He's perfect in every single way and there's nothing I would change about him. Which is more than what I can say about you, Malfoy."

"Oh, really?" He challenged, scowling. "You would rather choose a worthless Weasley, over a Malfoy? Do you know what your parents would say?!"

Ron's knuckles cracked under the table. You sighed, your anger building.

"Yes. Yes, I would. And you know what? I reckon that my parents would love Fred just as much as I do! I would rather go out with Goyle than EVER go out with YOU Malfoy!"

"...But you won't, won't you?" Fred joked, but he had a sweet hidden voice of concern that you actually meant that. You turned your attention to the redhead, briefly brushing your hand from his hair to his chin.

"No, of course I wouldn't, Freddy." You smiled, pecking his forehead softly before going back to your on-growing anger towards Malfoy. "Why don't you just get the picture, Malfoy? The Weasley's are better than the Malfoy's." His mouth fell open.

"How dare you! I would hex you right now if our families weren't acquainted as well, my father WILL hear about this-"

"Yeah, yeah, Malfoy. We know your bloody catchphrase already!" Everyone around you desperately tried to hide their sniggers by forcing food into their mouths or covering them with their hands. Malfoy's face rolled into a thundering scowl.

"Traitor."

"What?" You stood up to your feet, angered to breaking point. At least half of the students in the hall were watching you now.

"They're pathetic, Fiona! They can hardly keep themselves stable with their father's job! Yet, here they are multiplying like rabbits. Good thing that those pathetic parents won't have anymore, I don't think that Hogwarts will be able to take it! They are nothing other than poor, worthless, stupid mistakes! Not to mention a waste of space-" THWAK.

A large echo of gasps filled the hall as they witnessed you punching Malfoy hard in the face, instantly breaking his nose. You towered over the teenager as he collapsed to the ground, clutching the collar of his shirt with a tight clenched fist. Your face was as terrifying to him as a rabid werewolf bearing its teeth with eyes so piercing that they might as well be daggers themselves.

"Don't you EVER talk about the Weasley's like that Malfoy! You are more of a pathetic coward than they are! Cowering behind your father and running away whenever you get challenged! You are just an attention seeking git who needs to get off of his high horse and actually give others some respect! Or I will continue to break that pretty little nose of yours until you learn! Got it?!" Malfoy was silent, blood pouring out from his nose and down his pointed chin. "GOT IT?!"

"Y-y-ye-yes!" Malfoy stammered, just about. He was terrified.

You let go of him and he stumbled to his feet, fleeing out from the great hall like a child with a shaky cry.

Cheers sung throughout the hall, claps also sounding. You stretched out your hand until it clicked, not wincing at all as you sat back down in your seat.

"Bloody hell, Fiona!" Gaped Ron, unable to stop beaming as if he punched Malfoy himself. "That was bloody brilliant!"

"Why thank you Ron-" You were unable to finish your sentence as you were interrupted by Fred crashing his lips down onto yours, his long arms squeezing you in a tight embrace. He parted from you unwillingly, allowing you to breathe.

"That, was incredible. To think when dad will hear! And mum! She'll probably want you to be a Weasley even more than she did when she first met you!" You blushed, smiling a little proudly.

"It wasn't much, real-" Fred interrupted you once more with a brief sweet kiss, smiling as he shook his head.

"You stood up for us, that means a lot. Thank you." Fred kissed you once more, a genuine smile spread across his face. You smiled back at him but couldn't stop thinking about what Malfoy had said. It was true that your family lived the high life and are quite far opposite from the Weasley's lifestyle. It worried you as it ate up your thoughts. Quickly, you pushed them out of your mind.

Your parents will love Fred.

They're nice people; although can sometimes be snobby. But are welcoming and kind people.

So there's nothing to worry about...

...right?