"Has she improved at all?" Ginny asked Fred sincerely. The two of them were sat in the living room together, George snoring quietly in an armchair, his long legs flopped over one of the arms. Fred shook his head weakly, sighing heavily into his palm that carried his chin.

"No..." He muttered sadly. "I know it hasn't been long since- well...they died...but-"

"I know what you mean," Ginny interrupted unintentionally. "It's been over two months. I'm worried about her. Of course we don't expect her to be fine just like that, but she shouldn't be like this... It's worrying. And mum keeps blaming herself for not being able to make her feel better."

"I know the feeling." Fred said a little sarcastically. Fred sighed heavily again.

"Then marry her." George suddenly spoke out, his eyes still remaining closed. Fred and Ginny blinked, startled a little by his voice.

"I am going to marry her you twit." Fred half smiled. George returned the smile but more brightly, his eyes opened lazily and reluctantly.

"No, not going to. Do it."

"What, now?" Fred puzzled.

"No, you twit." George returned the words, grinning. "Plan it, make it, marry her." Ginny's eyes brightened also.

"Oh, that would be lovely!" She beamed. "I'm sure she'll get excited by that."

"I'm not sure..." Fred mumbled, humming his thoughts. Ginny jumped up from her seat and nudged Fred with her foot, kicking him in the sibling way.

"Get up your lazy butt and go ask her!"

"B-but!" Fred attempted to protest but Ginny was having none of it.

"No buts! Go do it. Now. Now. Now. Now." She nudged him every time she repeated that word, deliberately trying to annoy him to go do it.

"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" Fred shouted a little too loudly. He flared his arms up into the air, holding them up in defence as he emerged from his comfy seat. Strangely, he had an etching of nerves drawn all over his face, as if he was going to ask you to marry him all over again.

Fred had an inkling of your whereabouts as you often went there when you were feeling sad or if you needed to think. His feet leaped over the stairs that twirled up the several floors of the burrow. The stomp, stomp, stomping of his feet were rattling the stairs a little, causing Mrs Weasley to yell up from the bottom of the staircase telling him to stop being such an elephant.

His path was soon stopped by the sight of you sat on the window seat, looking out into the distance beyond the glass shield. Fred smiled to himself and hopped over to take a perch opposite you. His fingers gently held the edge of your chin and he turned your focus onto him, kissing you cautiously in case you didn't want his company. To his slight surprise, you didn't push him away, instead returning the kiss.

A smile crept onto your face as his lips parted from yours, as did his.

"Haven't done that in a while," Fred spoke warmly, smiling far happier than he did earlier. A small silence fell between the two of you before he decided to speak up, taking a small breath. "Fiona? I want us to get married."

"But we are going to be, silly." You giggled lightly, smiling as you held up your left hand. He returned the smile and took that hand into his.

"No I mean, now. Well, not now...but...maybe soon? O-or whenever you want...I guess."

You cut him off by quickly kissing him, smiling more brightly than you have done for a long time.

"...when shall we name the date?"

Fred beamed his famous cheeky grin, his cheeks suddenly burning a bright fiery red.

"I honestly don't mind! Whatever you want to do, I will be happy to go along with. Seriously, Fiona, as long as you are happy then that is good enough for me."

"Finally!" Ginny yelled from down the staircase, her voice echoed by George's.

Ginny's feet thumped along every stair one by one until she reached the two of you, her hand grabbing onto yours and pulling you off of your position, dragging you along with her back down the stairs.

"Borrowing her!"

"Um...ok?" Fred muttered, bewildered and amused at the same time. The smile he had before with you remained on his freckled face for a while, finally happier that you have chirped up.

Ginny had dragged you to go speak to Mrs Weasley, the three of you instantly talking about wedding themes, colours, flowers, food, anything and everything to do with the perfect wedding.

Your smile was painted across your face and your mind began its countdown to the best day of your life.