you spent winter break with Fred at The Burrow, he was rummaging through his fathers piles of muggle plugs and stuff. He eventually pulled out something heavy, a vinyl and turntable. You peered over his shoulder as he set it down on the dresser of his and George’s room, and put the vinyl in, a broad grin on his face

’fly me to the moon’ by Frank Sinatra played, one of his dads favorite muggle songs so far. He played it simply for the joy of it, he snapped his fingers and swayed his hips slightly as he walked up to you, a playful grin on his face

“Fly me to the moon” He sang, and took your hand and spun you around, ignoring his moms cries of joy downstairs that her son is doing something other than getting up to pranks or mischief

rain poured hard on the window, but the sound of crackling thunder were forced out by the song

“Fill my heart with song” he continued singing

he chuckled as he took both your hands and swayed with you “in other words, I love you”