The roar of green light settled below Fred's big feet as a new layout was portrayed in front of his nervous eyes. A huge sigh of relief escaped his lips, his muscles in his body relaxing.

"Oh, you actually got it right?" Fred heard you chuckle your words not far from where he stood. Luckily the fireplace was quite large, so Fred didn't have to duck or smash his head against the edge. His eyebrows rose up to a questioning look, a cocky grin merging onto the corners on his lips.

"I love how much confidence you have in me, it makes me feel such..." His face pondered for a word, his mind going blank. "...stuff."

"Always have a way with words don't you, Fred?" You laughed, a bright bubbly sound echoing through the large living room.

The living room was delicately designed with every detail cooperating with one another to create the most outstanding awe onlookers could give. It was similar to the Gryffindor common room in colours and furnishings. Rich reds, dark oak and old gold possessions flowed around the circumference of the room. Everything matched and nothing dared to clash as your mother would strongly go against anything that wouldn't enhance the room's beauty. Your parents were very well-lived, and showed it throughout the house. Not snobbishly though, unlike those horrid cold Malfoy's who thought that they were royalty amongst those who do not share their name. You quickly flew those thoughts out from your thoughts, having them being replaced by the tall teenager that now stood a few inches in front of you, smiling.

Just then, your name was called curiously by a familiar voice, your mother. She was a lovely woman; she was kind, welcoming, caring and extremely loving for her only child. They would have loved to have more children, but she suffered a scary pregnancy that almost lead to her dying from giving birth. They didn't want to take the risk, but were so thankful they were able to have you as a daughter. She loved to spoil you but grew you up so that it wouldn't change how you looked upon others, unlike Draco who was VERY spoilt and showed it considerably highly towards others less fortunate. She also had red hair, natural of course. It was slightly darker than Fred's hair and had a tint of copper when the light shone down upon the shining strands. Her eyes gleamed a sea blue, light freckles dotted upon her rosy cheeks. She wore a smart knee-high dark burgundy dress accompanied by black heels, adding to her elegant look. Her hair was down in flowing waves and her lips were neatly painted with a light shade of berry lipstick.

Her eyes brightened as she entered the room, focusing on you and the tall redhead beside you, smiling adorably with nerves.

"You must be Fred!" She called across the large room, her heels clicking casually against the dark oak flooring towards the two of you. You could feel the palm of Fred's hand go slightly clammy, tensing a little as you could feel the nerves pounding through his heart and into your own. You desperately wanted your parents to like Fred. You knew they would in the back of your mind, but everyone's is always clouded by that dreaded disapproval that parents seemed to love to torture their children with.

Not your parents though.

"I've heard so much about you," She greeted kindly. Your mother was shorter than Fred too, but was still a good height for someone her age. Your father was about the same height as the tall teenager.

"So good to finally meet you."

"And you, too." Fred nodded, smiling back towards her warm features. Your mother secretly scanned over Fred, he didn't notice but you surely did. Mentally, you rolled your eyes at her. She wasn't judging him, but she was checking over his features. She liked to take in what people look like as she was a people person. She loved how people chose to dress, what their style was and whether or not it suited their personality. Almost instantly, she gave you that 'mother approves' look.

"Don't forget you two about tonight," Fred's expression changed as a befuddled mood spread over him. Your mother continued. "The family and friends, including your father's work colleagues, for a gathering at seven this evening." You nodded in response as the nuts and bolts clattered inside of Fred's brain. He did remember you telling him, Ginny would batter him otherwise, but his memory isn't one of his best qualities, one of his excuses for not doing so well in exams back at Hogwarts. Your smaller fingers squeezed Fred's larger ones I support, gently stroking his knuckles with your thumb soothingly.

"We remember." You stated confidently, your head held high as you tried not to giggle at Fred still trying to figure it out.

"Good," Your mother beamed towards the two of you. "I have to go and send some important letters in a moment, so I will be out of your way for you to do what you like. Try and stay out of trouble." She gave a cheeky grin before swiftly manoeuvring out of the grand living room, her figure gradually getting smaller and smaller until she was no longer visible. Silence dripped into the room until you decided to speak up to the redhead.

"I think she likes you," You began with a soft, relieved voice. Your feet shuffled against the oak flooring, your arm beginning to stretch as you lightly pulled Fred behind you, directing him as you lead the way. His big brown eyes sparkled with uncertainty, concerned about your words.

"Are you sure..?" The smile that was engraved on your face grew larger, amused and awed at the different side to this 'confident, cocky' prankster. It was weird how this side was shown, but not in a bad way. It was nice in your eyes.

"Of course," You giggled, squeezing his hand again reassuringly. "Why wouldn't anyone like a Weasley?!"

"Well..." Fred muttered quietly, not wanting to particularly answer that question, although it was more rhetorical. Immediately you halted your tracks and swivelled round on the heels of your feet, causing Fred to bump into you slightly, apologising with his eyes. They were even more confused than they were before at your sudden strange stop. They looked inside of yours for answers that were not given. Not right away, of course. A gentle silence paused the air between the two of you as your eyes connected. He didn't sound any words or questions, but just silently stood there, waiting for an answer. It was then you warmly gazed up at him with your smile, not believing how blind he can be sometimes.

"Do I need to repeat the speech I made to Malfoy?"

Fred's eyes relaxed into a gentle warmth, remembering how you stood up for the Weasley's and stood by them no matter what others would say. And you would it again, numerous amounts of times because of how lovely they all are and how they welcomed you into their home, and their family. Mrs Weasley can't wait to organise the wedding; from what colours to choose, what flowers would bloom the brightest, what food to prepare...

"You know that I am still grateful for what you did," Fred spoke happily, curling a few escaping strands of your hair behind your ear. "For everything you've done."

You lightly nudged Fred's stomach with your fist, shoving him back a few inches, not in a mean way, but your couple jokey way.

"Not as much as you have for me," You began. Your eyes pricked all over with miniature stings, causing a small burn of the tears about to form in the brims of your eyes. All of your hidden emotions that swelled inside of you exploded into words, overflowing your body and mind. "Honestly, Fred, my life was so boring before I met all of you. Despite my lifestyle, my supposedly 'close family friends'... I- stop mocking me!" You laughed, smacking Fred's arms playfully as he put on his sad face, pouting mockingly, his lip trembling a little as he attempted to stifle his laughter. He failed, obviously. The laughter between you two faded quietly as your eyes remained connected. A content silence filled the air.

"Come on," You began softly, taking Fred by the hand, linking through your fingers with his. "Let's go get ready."