For the last four years you had spent Christmas with your boyfriend and his family at the burrow. Although you had your own family that you'd like to spend the holidays with your family the Weasley's were always welcoming as a family and you were happy to be so accepted in the family.

At your home it would have just been yourself and your parents, but the Weasley's was always bustling even when it was just those who still lived there, let alone at Christmas time when everyone was there.

As you had for the last few days, after Fred offered his unwilling and prompted help to his Mother for the Christmas preparations and was told nicely to bugger off, you were curled up on the sofa together with a miscellaneous Weasley sat next to you, ruining your peace.

Spending time alone was literally impossible here, and it felt as though all of his siblings were doing their best to interrupt the smallest of moments you had together.

Fred moved slightly so that his lips hovered next to your ear.

"We should go for a walk," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear.

"Okay," you smiled, before turning to the redhead that was sat on your feet. "Charlie could you move please."

The second oldest Weasley looked up, seeming confused by your statement.

"Why?" He frowned.

"Firstly, I can't feel my feet. But I've gotten used to that seen as you all seem to not bother to ask me to move my feet, and just sit on them. And I want to get up," you stated.

"Where are you two going?" He asked, dubious.

"For a walk," Fred said firmly.

"Are you sure?" Charlie questioned.

Fred nodded, leading to his older brother to budge so that the two of you could get up. You slipped on a pair of boots, whilst Fred threw you his jumper. As soon as you pulled it over your head you noticed Molly smiling at the two of you for a reason you didn't know.

Fred took a hold of your hand, whilst you attempted to adjust the oversized woollen sweater, so it didn't look like you were being eaten alive by the garment.

As he led you to the door, his twin stood in the way.

"Hello love birds. And where are you two off to?" He smiled.

"For a walk..." You responded, slightly confused about the importance of everyone knowing where the two of you were going.

"And my dearest brother, are you sure you want to go for a walk?" He asked emphasising the last few words.

"More than I ever have been," Fred responded, baffling you further.

Although you loved the Weasley's they were an odd bunch, a very odd bunch.

Fred's hand tightened around yours as George stepped out of the way, allowing you to leave the burrow.

There was a thick layer of snow covered the floor, leaving deep imprints of your boot treads every time you took a step. Fred was basically keeping you standing, as you sunk into the snow and slipped onto the ice. Although it was a complete death trap, and it was likely that you were going to fall onto your arse, but you enjoyed the crisp air and winter morning.

"Your brothers are very odd," you said in an offhand manner.

"And Ginny isn't?" He smiled.

"Well she wasn't the one making a fuss about a walk," you stated. "Do they know something I don't?"

A short laugh escaped your lips as did a mist of your warm breath hitting the cold air. He heard the shiver in your voice, looping an arm around you, helping support you in the snow as you continued to walk towards the small spattering of trees.

"What do you mean?" He asked his voice shaking, and you weren't sure that it was from the cold air.

"From your mothers smile, and George and Charlie's emphasis on us going for a walk, it's like you have an ulterior motive to us coming out here," you shrugged, leaning in to his side embrace.

He turned his neck slightly to look at you properly.

"What ulterior motive do you think I have?" He smirked.

"I don't know. Were you planning on proposing or kicking me to the curb?" You laughed.

He paused now that you were stood in a central area of the trees. The arm that had been looped around you, was shrugged off, only leaving a hand held against your upper arm. Fred had moved to now face you, with a solemn expression on his face, making your smile drop instantly.

"You wouldn't bring me out here just to tell me we're over would you?" You said hesitantly. "Who am I kidding? Of course you would."

Fred shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not ending our relationship Y/N. On the contrary really. Although you were correct in your guess," he smiled.

"Pardon?"

He let out a deep sigh, pushing his hand through his hair.

"Well I now realise in hindsight, I probably shouldn't have told everyone about my plan. Well I didn't really tell everyone. Mum was asking about when we'd finally get married as she had on a constant occasion, and she was stoked that she could finally be part of one of her kid's proposals, and seen as only Charlie and I were left unmarried, she was very happy. She wanted to finally see one of her kids pop the question, and because she wanted to be here, Dad wanted to too, and then George decided he wanted to meaning Angelina was going to come too. Fleur wanted to come as well, and so did Ginny and seen as they were dragging Bill and Harry and obviously Victoire seen as she can't walk and doesn't get a choice, meaning Ron and Hermione and Charlie were being dragged along as were Percy and Audrey. I didn't really think I'd be asking you this in front of a dozen family members, but it prompted me to take you somewhere you loved and try to put effort in more than I would have otherwise.

"I thought that you'd appreciate something simple, yet equally romantic, however Mum told me that the others would have done more for their now wives. I didn't really know where else to take you, but you said that the burrow was your favourite place in the world and when you came here the first time we had a date here to get away from everyone. Although the place wasn't planned, my speech was. But that got ruined by having to give you a quick overview as to why my family is pretending that we can't see them behind the trees. But back to the actual reason we are here.

"I love you Y/N. I don't know why you put up with me for all of this time, it is beyond me, and all of them, and they are confused by it too. But I won't argue over that fact. You make me happier than I thought I could ever be. You gave me purpose, and no matter how impossible everything sometimes feels, you are able to make me keep going. You stayed by my side when I was at my worst. And you make me my best. You hold a world of beauty and every day you become more perfect. I couldn't imagine a life without you, certainly not a life that would be worth anything to me, if you weren't in it. So really this long winded and badly constructed speech does surprisingly have a point. Will you make me the happiest man, and become my wife?"

Finally Fred became silent, pulling a box from his pocket, dropping down to one knee in the snow.

You bit down on your lower lip attempting to not grin like a mad women, seen as there was a sizeable crowd around you.

"You know how to embarrass a girl. What if I were to say no? I'd be booed back to London," you said softly attempting to not show much emotion on your face.

"Well I didn't really consider that an option," he stated. "Unless you wasted the last nearly five years of your life with me just to break my poor heart, I assumed the chance of you saying no was minimal."

"Lucky for you it is. Of course I want to marry you, you doofus. Now stand up and kiss me Weasley."

You couldn't help your grin as he stood up pulling you towards him, firmly kissing you on the lips. As he kissed you, he slipped the ring onto your finger, before you were pulled away from him by a gaggle of Weasley women.

Ginny was the first to pull you into her arms, before Molly and Fleur were quick to join, the latter making sure not to squash the small blond child in her arms in the process.

The rest of the family stepped out from their terrible hiding spots, giving you all your congratulations.

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Written by Charlotte.