❤️‍🔥 | Fred Weasley

The Burrow's garden is calm, a calm that only exists now, years after the war. Fred walks beside Vic, holding his hand, breathing deeply as if he were about to launch himself from a runaway broomstick. "You know?" he says suddenly. "George swears that when I get serious for more than thirty seconds it's a sign of impending disaster." Vic laughs, but Fred stops. He looks at her with that honest expression he only shows when he lets his guard down. We went through horrible things, she continues. We lost friends, we lost parts of ourselves… and yet, you stayed. You chose me when it wasn't easy to do so. He kneels in front of her, takes out the small box, and swallows hard. I don't promise to be perfect. I promise to make you laugh even on bad days, to protect you the way I know how, and to keep choosing you as long as you let me. Vic… will you marry me? Before she can answer, a voice breaks the moment from the bushes. "Hey! " George shouts. "Say yes quickly, he's been rehearsing this for months and he already owes me five galleons." Fred turns his head, horrified. GEORGE!

"What?" he replies, leaving with an identical smile. "I thought a little social pressure would help." Vic laughs through her tears and nods. Yes. Fred jumps to his feet, hugs her tightly and murmurs against her hair: I told you so… I had to mess it up a little. George applauds wildly. "Congratulations to the future Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," he says. "I promise not to blow anything up… during the ceremony. Probably." And for the first time in a long time, laughter fills the Burrow without fear, only with love and future.