When Fred woke to an empty bed, he knew this would be a morning that would test his damn patience. You, being the woman you were, had invited his brother and his brother's wife, Angelina, over for Christmas- which you would be hosting the whole Weasley family for.. They had not only scared the cat into your bed with their lovemaking, But you'd found what was too small to be your panties between the couch cushions; orange wasn't really your colour, anyhow.

You loved Angelina and George like a sister and brother, but you didn't enjoy the immediate disrespect to your home. They hadn't even tried to keep quirt, instead relying on a silencing charm George forgot to cast. You had let him hold you for once, snuggling into his chest and allowing yourself the comfort of his embrace for but half an hour before it was ruined with their... passion.

Fred knew it was destined to be a long morning because he hadn't woken up to your pretty face. Instead, he's reached over to find empty bed. From past experience, he knew this meant you had gotten up early to rage clean and cook. Headed to the bathroom, showering quickly before putting on a clean pair of boxers and a pair of navy sweatpants and some socks.

He padded into the kitchen quietly, to find you expertly cooking eggs while a pot of beans stirred itself and slices of bread moved themselves in and out of the toaster once golden brown. You had the window open, and had even given the cat sausage scraps and some carrot for breakfast. The dishers were washing, drying, and putting themselves away. As if you could sense his presence, a floating cup of coffee made it's way over to him, mixing the cream and sugar he liked into itsself.

He sipped the steaming hot liquid, he leaned back against the doorframe. Anyone sensible and with a desire to keep all of their fingers, would stay safely out of your kitchen. You were grumpy and territorial- something that was not often well-received. So, when Angelina entered the apartment's combined kitchen and dining room clad in underwear and one of George's button-ups offering help, Fred knew he would have to intervene.

When you whirled around with a spatula in hand and a threatening look in your eye, the redhead stepped in "Oh, no chance. You're one of our guests, please, go sit down." He said, smiling pleasantly. Angelina pranced off in one of your bonnetts, and you looked ready to kill your sister-in-law. Fred took you up in his arms, stroking your cheek with one thumb. he leaned down and he pressed his lips to yours.

You reciprocated the kiss with a smile, heads moving in a rhythm they had kept since fourth year at Hogwarts. his kisses always calmed you down, mellowed you out a bit. He was the yin to your yang, the person that saw the good when you could see only bad. He kept you warm at night and protected from the cold in winters such as these. He was the calm to your storm, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You laughed lightly when he grabbed your ass, humming softly as he gave it a good, hearty swat.