Anything can be a christmas song if you try hard enough
Alan Lowndes (1921-1978, British) ~ Going Home / Christmas Eve, 1969
Fred Weasley X Fem!Reader
Word count: 2307
Warnings: a couple of mentions of alcohol but that’s all
Notes: HEYYY, so I requested to take part in @whack-ed and @jamilelucato ‘s ‘A Very Harry Potter Christmas’ because I thought it was a really cute idea! I chose to do day 3 which was ‘Hosting a family gathering’ and I based it off what my Mum does every Christmas and what her Mum used to do. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, I’m really happy with how it turned out :) As always, lmk if there’s any mistakes or if you have any feedback!
December was full of so much happiness and light, despite England always adorning a bitter cold. She loved seeing all the shops in town displayed with snowy scenes in their windows and the Christmas lights hanging between the buildings over the main streets. Magic seemed to cloud every mundane task, even for those who were not a part of the wizarding community. Christmas was, it was safe to say, Y/N’s favourite time of year.
Fred and Y/N had gotten married just over a year ago and were living in a charming little village, around fourteen miles away from Fred’s family home – The Burrow. They’d bought their house there a short while before they got married. It had a small but beautiful garden with a path leading towards the front door and a pond that frogs tended to take up livelihood in. The cottage was rather roomy for two people; two bedrooms, a large bathroom, adjoining kitchen living and dining area and an office for Fred to do work from the shop at home in.
They were lying in bed on the 9th of December when the idea sprung itself on Y/N. Fred was looked over a file George had given him about sales in the shop whilst she was reading the last unread book from her shelf. She suddenly put down the book before speaking to her husband. “Freddie?”
“Hm?” he replied without looking up.
“I was wondering what you’d think about having a sort of open house on Christmas Eve?” she asked.
“What do you mean, darling?” he’d put the file onto the side table and turned slightly to face her.
“Oh! It’s a muggle thing, you see. So, muggles sometimes open their house on Christmas Eve or around then to their family, neighbours and friends. So, then they all gather together and spend time with each other before doing separate things on Christmas Day. I was just thinking that it’d be a nice idea since we won’t see Bill and Fleur on Christmas because they have an early flight to France. And we won’t see Ron and Hermione because they’re going to her parents. And George still hasn’t told us what him and Angelina are doing…” his hand was on her thigh and he was tracing pattens with his finger whilst she talked.
“It sounds like a lovely idea; everyone would come here right?” she nodded eagerly and he smiled at her enthusiasm.
Christmas Eve rolled around quickly. During the day, Y/N was running around putting the final preparations together. She’d made sure her baking was in the oven and that the timer was set correctly, the house was decorated to perfection and she’d picked up the drinks from the local supermarket. She’d also written down who she was to be expecting for the evening, even though they were her family – the original Weasley family having nine members not to mention all of the spouses – it was sometimes difficult to keep track. She’d also thought that having a list would help with how many drinks she’d need and how much food she should make.
Fred and I
Angelina and George
Bill and Fleur and Victoire
Arthur and Molly
Ron and Hermione
Harry and Ginny
Y/N had invited Percy but had not received a response so had to assume he would not be attending. He and the family were on mixed terms. He’d apologised straight after the war about all he’d said and done but some members – Fred being one – hadn’t fully forgiven him.
Charlie, to her delight, had responded and was thrilled about the idea. He was going to be spending Christmas at the Burrow anyway and was excited to see his younger brother and sister in law sooner than he already would. Y/N was excited about this considering her and Charlie had always gotten along well but she wasn’t able to see him very often.
Bill and Fleur had had their first child a few years previously, a year after the war. Fred and Y/N adored the toddler, practically worshiping the ground she walked on. The girl could ask for anything and Fred would get it for her. She wanted sweets from his shop? She’d have three boxes full by the next day. She wanted new toys to play with? Fred would have enchanted toy knights and royalty to fight miniature battles and throw feasts. Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what Fred would be like once they had a child of their own if he was like this with his niece. She’d probably have to stop his from spoiling the mini him or her rotten.
She’d asked the family to arrive at the house anytime after six o’clock in the evening. Just beforehand she’d come downstairs to find Fred waiting for her. “Love, you look beautiful,” he complimented upon seeing her come down the stairs. Half of her hair was tied up into a somewhat messy bun with the rest was hanging down her back. Her dress was a deep red and reflected Christmas perfectly. He took her hand and pulled her close to him to kiss her once she’d reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Fred, babe, I need to go and get the final batch of cookies out the oven and we need to light the fire and I need-” she rambled, a sure sign she was becoming nervous.
“It’s going to be perfect, Y/N/N, stop worrying,” he smiled at her before a crack came from outside the door and then came a knock. Fred went to answer and found his oldest brother stood in the cold. “Hey Bill, Fleur, how are you both?”
“Good, good, thanks. And you, mate? You liking the house?” Bill asked as he took of his coat and hung it up, then followed the couple through to the back of the house where the party would take place.
“Yeah, its great. Got plenty of room, you know. Anyway,” Fred said brightly. “How’s my favourite niece?” he grinned at the little girl who was being held in her Mother’s arms.
“Fred! She is you’re o‘ly niece,” Fleur laughed and handed over the toddler. Y/N began to pour out drinks for her guests whilst Fred sat down on the sofa with Victoire on his lap. She was giggling at something he was doing.
The rest of the Weasley clan arrived at the house within the next hour. Charlie being the last. The doorbell had rung and when Y/N reached the door she was confused to hear more than one person’s feet rustling on the step. When she opened the door, she found not only Charlie stood outside but three dragons too, about the size of a young puppy each. She was taken aback at first. “Don’t worry, don’t worry! They’re completely harmless, born about 7 weeks ago and no one in Romania could look after ‘em so I said I’d bring ‘em here,” he was grinning and looking down at them. “They’re well behaved enough, just a little excited,”
“Charlie… aren’t they gonna burn the carpet?” she asked watching one of the little animals’ teethe on the bottom of her brother-in-law’s jeans. Fred appeared behind her all of a sudden.
“Babe, who’s at the door? Charlie? Bloody hell, come inside, you’re lettin’ all the heat out,” his hand had gone around her waist.
“Sorry, Charlie. Yeah do come in. Freddie, I was just talking to him about these,” she gestured to the dragons now clustered in the hallway whilst Charlie hung up his coat on the coat rack which was slowly growing unsteady due to the amount of clothing on top of it.
“Aren’t these the same kind I met last summer? ‘Cause they were weirdly calm for dragons,” Fred wondered.
“Yep, same breed just new generation…” Charlie then explained why he’d had to bring them with him and assured Y/N that her carpet wouldn’t be burnt so she agreed to let them further into the house.
The cottage was soon bustling with chatter and Christmas joy. The tree had been lit, Christmas music was playing in the background and Y/N was floating around the different pairs or threes. She’d just left a conversation between Hermione and Arthur where Hermione had been explaining how planes stayed up in the air – he was always eager to learn more about the muggle ways of life – when she found Ron with his sister and best friend in the kitchen.
“Y/N, come ‘ere,” all three of them were grinning. “Look over at Dad, don’t you think he looks like a kid in a candy shop?” Ron asked and pointed over to his Father. He’d left Hermione with Fleur while he went over to admire the Christmas lights on the tree. His face was plastered with a wide smile. Y/n began to smile and laugh lightly, the other three following suit.
“You four best not be making fun of our Arthur, he’s always loved Christmas lights,” Molly had appeared behind them, her hands on her hips but she too was smiling.
“Course not, Mum, we’re just people watching,” Ginny replied after jumping slightly in surprise.
“Well you can people watch over there, I think Y/N and Fred should make a speech considering this is their brilliant idea,” she marvelled. “Oh, and then I’ve got to hand out my presents for you all,” The five wandered over to the living room where everybody else was gathered. She watched as Fred and Bill played with Victoire for a moment, one of the tiny dragons was curled up in her lap, snoring softly.
Y/N walked to her husbands’ side and lent down to whisper to him. “Fred, darling? Your Mum wants us to make a speech,” he nodded and gently moved away from their niece in order to not disturb the dragon. Molly had organized everyone into sitting down so Y/N and Fred stood before them.
“Alright, Mum said we should make a speech so here we are. I’ll go first, alright love?” she nodded and just as he was opening his mouth to speak the doorbell rang. “It’ll have to wait a minute,” Fred began to leave the room without dropping his wife’s hand so she followed behind him. He opened the door and stood in shock for a moment before speaking. “Hello, Percy. Didn’t think you were coming,” his voice was half way between cold and surprised.
“Percy? Oh, hello,” Y/N said brightly. “Come in,” she moved out of the doorway, pulling Fred to the side with her.
“Hello Y/N, Fred. I know I didn’t reply to your invitation but I hoped I wouldn’t be too late,” Percy said, he looked down awkwardly. “Um, I brought this for the two of you,” he handed a bottle bag to Fred.
“Thanks, Perce,” he smiled, clearly happier now that there was alcohol involved in this exchange.
“Take your coat off and come through to the back, your Mum wants Fred and I to make a speech,” he did as she asked.
“Yeah, Dad too. Whole family,” Fred replied as he led the way down the hall. “Got another addition,” he announced to the group before Percy came into view. His Mother cried his name and rushed over to hug him before returning to sit down, Percy followed. “Right, now we’re all here. I’d just like to thank you all for coming, Christmas is a time for family and I’m really glad we could have you all here tonight. Merry Christmas!” the group chorused ‘Merry Christmas’ back, raising their glasses in the air before Y/N spoke.
“Well, my husband here’s already said what I was going to really. Um, I really appreciate you all being here tonight, it makes Christmas that little bit more magical. I couldn’t imagine a better group of people to spend such a special time of the year with, I love you all,” She really couldn’t think of people she’d rather be with in that moment. Everyone replied with murmurs of agreement and the pair went to sit down. Molly waved her wand and a bag full of different coloured presents shot towards her. She began to hand them out, insisting everyone open them immediately. Part of why Christmas was her favourite holiday was seeing what Mrs Weasley had knitted for them all. Y/N had a box full od different garments in her wardrobe. This year she’d received a pair of red gloves for the colder months.
A little while later, Fred’s hand was gripping hers as they went to get another drink from the kitchen. They stood in there for a moment watching everyone talk, the air full of the chattering buzz. was toying with the ends of the scarf his mother had given him and that she’d made him try on.
“I love it, think it’s very you,” Y/N said as she pulled it from his neck and shoulders.
“Course it’s very me, she always makes George and I a scarf each, it’s like a tradition,” he replied. his hands slipped onto her waist.
“I think it’s nice. And it’ll go with your suit for the shop. Very practical, you won’t be getting a cold any time soon,” he chuckled slightly and she looked up at him.
“You did wonderfully tonight, my love. Everyone’s enjoying themselves,” she looked again at the group and smiled once she noticed Victoire dancing and clapping her hands to the music, dressed in the jumper she’d gotten from her Grandmother.
“Thank you, Freddie. I love you,” she whispered and stood on her tip toes to place a kiss at his lips.
“I love you too, darling. Merry Christmas,” he replied as she rested her head on his chest and felt his arms tighten slightly around her as they began to sway to the music.