weasley christmas jumper

My ultimate drarry headcannons

- Draco is elegant and refined from being raised as a pure-blood, he plays piano and violin and speaks French and can ballroom dance with his eyes closed, he drinks champagne and dresses in designer robes

- Draco is always clean and groomed, his clothes are always perfect and his smile is always charming, he knows just what to say when and to who to gain favours and worm his way into anyone’s good graces, his good looks don’t hurt things either

- Draco is quiet and studious, he’s resourceful and a deep thinker, he’s a light sleeper and likes things just so, his routine is his way of life and his public image is everything. Then we add Harry to that mix

- With Harry Draco is open and free, his smile is wide and dorky and shows all his teeth, he snorts when he laughs and blows bubbles into his milkshake through his straw because he’s a total dork and he’s allowed to be with Harry

- Harry brings out his wild side, they go exploring in the woods together and Draco is always the first to climb up a tree or dive into a river because it’s fun and life is fun and he wants to experience it with Harry, he’s constantly swinging upside from tree branches while Harry’s trying to read and always falling asleep in his lap in the sun

- When he’s home alone with Harry he wears knitted sweaters and jeans and always steals Harry’s winter jackets to curl up in, and once he starts getting his honorary Weasley jumpers at Christmas he wears it to bed every night until the next year because he loves to feel loved

- At home Harry cooks but Draco loves to create a mess in the kitchen and is constantly trying to cook the Muggle way and he’s actually pretty good at baking cakes and he makes one for Harry each year for his birthday, and Draco is the one who loves to go grocery shopping with Harry because there’s just something so domestic about it that reminds him he has a family now and he loves it

- Harry’s there when he needs to cry about his parents when he returns from their lunchtime meetings and they’ve argued again, Harry lets him rant about his coworkers in the Magical Law Enforcement Department and their pure-blood values, and Draco’s always there when Harry needs to talk about whatever horror he witness on his latest Auror mission with Ron, and he’s inches away from hexing someone when Harry comes home from work and is upset by someone’s comment about his sexuality or choice in partners

- Draco loves nothing more than dragging Harry to pure-blood dinner parties, half to watch him flounder like a guppie out of water and half because Harry looks real good in designer robes and it’s so cute when Harry tries his best to fit into Draco’s world

- Draco loves to see Harry socializing with his parents at these parties, and talking with his friends, and he especially loves the jealous look in his eyes when he dances with Pansy a bit too long or leans too close to Blaise when reaching for his next drink

- But as much as Draco loves to see Harry at his socialite parties, Harry loves to see Draco at HIS parties even more. He loves watching Draco sitting in his rumpled robes downing as many Firewhiskey’s as he can, drinking competitions with Ron or George, playing stupid Muggle games with Hermione and always gloating when he wins. Harry loves when Ginny bring in karaoke and Draco is the CHAMPION of karaoke and this is his jam don’t mess with this song! 

- What Harry loves the most though, is after the parties when Draco is tired beyond belief but he’s happy and smiling and just glowing and Harry has his breath taken away as he watches him undress and slide into bed with him, cuddling up next to him because Draco is the biggest teddy bear on the planet and he loves to cuddle

- Draco’s always up long before Harry, but he rarely gets up until Harry’s awake unless he has work, and when Harry does wake up he always kisses him senseless and that usually leads to morning sex. Harry will always make Draco his favourite tea in the morning and in the winter times he’ll clutch the hot cup in his cold hands and kiss the tip of Harry’s frozen nose over the steam of the tea and sit at the kitchen counter watching him cook breakfast making sexual comments about Harry’s fine arse whenever he turns around

- What Harry loves most about Draco is that Draco never asks, he never talks about anything personal if he has the impression Harry isn’t comfortable telling him. Draco will never ask about the horrors of the war or the pressure of being the Chosen One, and when Harry just needs quiet and peace Draco will be there to let him curl up in his lap and stroke his hair while he reads the paper and asks no questions. 

- What Draco loves most about Harry is that he makes him smile, and Draco hasn’t smiled in a long long time, Harry’s smile is precious to him and it takes his breath way each time he sees it, and he’s always trying to see it again. Draco loves the way Harry smells when he buries his face into his shirt, he loves how warm the boy always is and he loves how Harry pretends he doesn’t notice Draco crying when Harry presses kisses to the Dark Mark during sex

- Harry loves when Draco presses his lips to his scar just before bed, murmuring that he loves him, no matter how moody he is or how angry at Harry he’ll always kiss that scar and tell him he loves him and if Draco ever stopped then Harry would know it was over, but he never stops


Becoming a Weasley: Three sweaters down, four to go!

Managed to finish number three and even motivated myself to complete the duplicate stitch letter, all in one weekend!

I can’t wait to order more yarn and get started on number 4 😊

Pattern is “Flax” by Tin Can Knits, with a modification so that there’s no ribbing on the sleeve. Yarn is cascade 220 superwash, purchased from Eat.Sleep.Knit.

Draco and Scorpius being invited over to the Burrow for Boxing Day lunch because Mrs Weasley couldn’t bare the thought of them being alone in that big, cold house for the festivities - it’s the least she could do after they fought alongside her family against Delphi.

Mrs Weasley knitting Scorpius a Weasley Christmas jumper because he’s been such a good friend to Albus and she worries that he’ll miss his mum the most at Christmas time.

Albus and Scorpius swapping jumpers and making kissy faces at each other to take the piss out of James and his girlfriend who have made a habit of wearing each other’s jumpers all the time and calling each other ridiculous pet names and snogging openly in public, much to the disgust of the rest of their family.

Albus and Scorpius secretly really liking wearing something that visibly belongs to the other, not caring at all that the sleeves on Albus’ jumper only reach about halfway down Scorpius’ forearms and that Albus has to roll up the sleeves on Scorpius’ jumper if he actually wants to use his hands.

Long after the joke is over, Albus and Scorpius are both sitting curled up in a corner on the sofa, oblivious to the noise of an exploding snap game Lily, Hugo, Teddy, Harry, Ron, George, Dominique and Louis have set up. The book Albus bought Scorpius for Christmas is balanced across both of their laps. Scorpius is on the right and glances at Albus every now and again to check whether he can turn the page. Their cheeks are slightly pink from their proximity to one another, though they blame it on the fire when they blush more and more deeply whenever their hands accidentally brush, each hoping the other has forgotten about the fact that they haven’t swapped back their jumpers yet.

The adults exchanging knowing, pleased smiles, relieved that both boys finally seem so happy. George has already raked in 6 bets on whether or not they’re already together, mostly from the other kids but even Ron wanted in, so long as his mum and Ginny never found out.

James enlisting Lily to help get revenge on Albus by trying to charm mistletoe to hover over their heads, but Ginny stops him every time hissing “let them figure it out for themselves!” and eventually confiscating his wand.

Scorpius hugging Albus tightly at the end of the evening, whispering into his ear that it was the best Christmas celebration he’d ever had.

Albus realising only when he walked back inside and saw his whole family sniggering at him that he was still wearing Scorpius’ Christmas jumper.

Dating Fred Wesley Would Include...

-Planning pranks with him

-Being best friends with George

-Getting detention together

-“Since the two of you enjoy being together so much you can serve you detention together”

-Getting more detention for goofing off during detention

-Suprise snogs

-Upside down snogs

-Quidditch snogs


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-Swearing to never snog him again after that

-Basically being a Weasley

-Spending all of your free time at the Burrow

-Coming up with ridiculous nicknames for each other

-”Hey sugar muffin kitten baby.” “Hello sweet princess darling love.”

-Loads of hugs, especially from behind

-Going to all the quidditch games

-Him completely impressing you family

-He and Fred are always trying to confuse you with which twin is which but you always know

-Getting a Weasley christmas jumper every year but always stealing Fred’s so you can have a second

-Being caught in awkward position during your stays at the Burrow

-You’re a muggleborn so Arthur never stops asking you questions

-”What exactly is the function of a computer.”

-Cuddling in front of the fire

-”Accidentally” Apparating into your bedroom during holiday

-Never being able to study when he’s around cause he won’t stop kissing you

-Him never pranking you even though you and George prank him all of the time

-Him trying to make you laugh during class

-Whispering sexual things to your and making you blush

-Helping with Weasley Wizard Wheezes

Drarry headcanons

-draco is like a neat freak, he wants that their flat is ALWAYS clean and tidy
-so he’s always picking clothes off the floor, cleaning stains (might be invisible stains)
-Harry is the messiest person to walk in this earth
-he leaves his bloody shoes best to the door as soon as he comes home
-he removes his clothes and let them on the floor or in the couch
-“honestly potter you’re literally a slob”
-Harry is the one who cooks usually
-for all he is refine pureblood and all, draco could live on muggle takeaways all his life
-Harry is also the one who believes that they need to eat healthy
-so “no more takeaway Draco”
-on days draco don’t want to eat the homecook veggies, he sneaks behind Harry, holding the black-haired boy’s waist. He would then kiss Harry on the back of his neck, gently sucking just under his jaw-the ways he knows makes Harry’s knees go weak
-and this convince the boy who lived to join him in bed, forgetting all about dinner
-after the make out session, draco would innocently call for pizza
-though Harry would try to be stern, he always gave in to draco’s pout
-draco got his own weasley jumper for Christmas
-and though he pretended to hate it, Harry knew for a fact that he absolutely loved it, actually wearing it when they were alone
-they still call each other by their last name
-“don’t forget to buy the wine potter”
-“it’s your turn to feed dins this time Malfoy”
-“You’re such an arse potter”
-draco still has the badges he made in fourth year
-except now instead of ‘potter stinks’ it reads 'potter sucks’
-the first time he showed the badge to Harry, the green-eyed boy simply blushed and said nothing. Though draco noticed a pleased smile
-thus malfoy made other badges
-potter’s arse
-potter’s cute
-potter’s hair smells nice
-potter’s got a goofy smile
-Harry started making his own for draco
-malfoy always complains out loud about Harry’s Gryffindor friends being ever present in the flat
-though it is draco who spends loads of time talking quidditch with Ron
-and how the harpies could win the league
-he talks about intellectual things with Hermione
-Harry and ron roll their eyes at each other periodically when they start
-draco absolutely adore Fred and George
-and the weasley wizarding wheezes
- he still loves to prank Harry when he can

Molly Weasley and Fred II’s Christmas Jumper

  • Okay so this just occurred to me 
  • Everyone just kind of accepts that Molly Weasley knits family Christmas jumpers for her grandkids (and you know Scorpius once you know he basically becomes a member of the family) and I agree of course. 
  • But have we talked about how she’ll have to knit a jumper for Fred II? 
  • And Molly loves Fred II and she doesn’t see him as a mini Fred because he’s his own person and Fred is gone and after all these years she can accept that. 
  • But then autumn sets in and she begins to knit her jumpers and it’s almost November when she gets to Fred II (who is about 5). 
  • And she sort of stares at her knitting needles and thread for a few minutes, maybe goes to make herself a cup of tea, distract herself because she just needs time.
  • Then she puts all thoughts of her son Fred to the side because she will always love her son but she has over five more children to knit for and she can’t let her tears get in the way of her plan again. 
  • So she powers through knitting this jumper for her grandson and she is happily listening to Celestina Warbeck (because it’s never too early for Christmas music!) and she has half the jumper and most of the letter ‘F’ knitted when she stops. 
  • She places the wool to the side and stares down at this half finished jumper in her lap, tracing over it, making sure there are no holes because you can never be too careful. 
  • She hadn’t even realised it but the colours that she had used for this jumper were navy for the jumper and gold for the letter ‘F’. The same colours that she used for son ever single year.
  • Suddenly she’s thrown back so many years ago to shortly after the war. To Christmas time where knitting had been her distraction. 
  • She’d start as always with Bill (and Fleur), Charlie, Percy (and she remembers smiling so brightly when she knitted Percy his jumper that Christmas because he was going to be there to receive it and she wasn’t going to get it sent back to her unopened), George and then out of habit she would knit a second blue and gold jumper with the letter ‘F’ on it. 
  • Molly stares at the jumper in her lap now and then with all her strength, swallows down her tears and continues knitting because Fred would not want her moping over Christmas jumpers of all things.  
  • Two months later it’s Christmas Morning and immediately after Fred II opens his present, he runs to her and gives her a big, big hug. 
  • “I love it, I love it grandma! Thank you so much! Look Daddy and I are matching! We’re both wearing navy and gold!” 
  • And Molly smiles at him and looks up at George who is wearing his traditional blue and gold jumper from who knows how many years ago. 
  • Tears are shining in both of their eyes but then George smiles brightly and Molly instantly knows she made the right choice with her grandson’s Christmas jumper that year. 
  • And she can’t help but think that the colours really really suit her grandson. Maybe she’ll use them again next year.
Hems & Hols [G]

Title: Hems & Hols
Rating: G
Word count: ~1,500
A/N: In response to @corpselover1426’s adorable meta:
“…imagine Albus secretly asking Molly to make the sleeves a bit longer when she knits Scorpius’s Christmas sweaters and Scorpius opening them in delight Christmas morning and Albus blushing and smiling in satisfaction when he sees him pull the sleeves all the way down over his hands.”

“You’re sure, dear?”

“Yes, Nana,” Albus Potter reiterated, shifting uncomfortably on the common room’s stone hearth.  “Just a tad longer on the sleeves. He’s not one to ask for favors, but I know he’d appreciate it.”  

“Goodness knows I’m hardly ‘hip’ these days, but I simply don’t understand the appeal of sleeves flapping about in the wind. Surely your beau’s hit the end of his growth spurt? He’s as tall as a reed, and twice as thin.”  

Albus sighed good-naturedly. If he took the time to explain each and every Scorpius Malfoy idiosyncrasy, they would be here all night. He settled on an abridged version of events.

“You’ve seen Scorpius, Grandma, he’s hardly what you could consider on-trend. Think of it more of a quirk. He likes pulling the jumper over his hands. Saves him the trouble of mittens, actually.”

“Mittens” Molly Weasley’s head in the Floo fire mused. “I suppose he could do with a pair of those too, couldn’t he?”

“Nana, no. You’ve already knit him a trunk-full. He has a pair for every day of the week. I think he’s set for life on mittens. He could really do with those sleeves though…”

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Ficlet: Jumper

Scorpius gets his first Weasley jumper for Christmas during his third year at Hogwarts. 

This is based on a headcanon I read that Mrs Weasley knits Scorpius a jumper after his mum dies, and I couldn’t help but think that Scorpius wouldn’t feel entirely comfortable receiving gifts sent purely because people feel sorry for him, so I wrote this as an adaptation of the idea. 

Beta’d by the ever wonderful @bounding-heart

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Train Home for Christmas, for tlpursuit || Ron/Hermione || PG

A/N: Wishing the happiest of birthdays to the amazing tlpursuit today! I have written this piece, inspired by her gorgeous art, Train Home for Christmas. I hope you enjoy it, Em! And have an awesome day! xx

Hermione had always prided herself on her meticulously crafted set of skills. She had come to acknowledge that these included, but were not limited to, perseverance, organisational facility, and the obvious inclusion of highly proficient book smarts.

Patience, however, was not currently one of them.

She had spent the first half of the ride home for the Christmas holiday pacing up and down the train corridor, in a mixture of legitimate Prefect duties and restlessness. Now, she was sitting by the window, having goaded her single co-passenger into sliding quietly out of their formerly shared compartment to find seating elsewhere. Moments earlier, Hermione had, for the fourth time, asked abruptly to view her neighbour’s watch, sighed with discontent at the hour, and flung open the compartment door, gusting cold air through as she stomped off.

Ginny had also been sharing Hermione’s compartment an hour or so prior, but she had since wandered off to spend some entirely too even-tempered time playing games of snap in a bordering compartment, much to the disgruntlement of Hermione’s nervous system. She jumped halfway off her seat every time a card spontaneously exploded, closing her eyes and actually cursing under her breath on several occasions.

It was evident that a choice selection of Ron’s most interesting curse words had worked their way into her subconscious. Perhaps it was her slightly mad habit of rehearsing all of their privately shared conversations from the past summer, whenever she was feeling lonely. Which was just about every bloody night, she would admit…

Which was why, at present, she felt as if she herself was ready to spontaneously explode… if the ruddy train didn’t speed the hell along and deposit her next to him…

She closed her eyes and sighed, managing a smile as she thought of seeing his face, his cheeks pink from cold, waiting for her on the platform. She imagined what he would be wearing… likely a Weasley Christmas jumper or something equally warm and cozy. She could faintly smell him in memory if she concentrated hard, the earthy warmth that surrounded him, buried deep in the pores of his skin.

In her mind, she ran her hands along his scarred arms, watching with delight as he broke into shivering goose flesh from her touch. She could picture a glowing fire, later that night at the Burrow, wrapped in one of his jumpers herself, his arm around her as he leaned against the back sofa cushions, smiling contentedly and drifting off to sleep.

She imagined his bed at Grimmauld place, sheets tangling around her bare legs…

Blushing, her eyes popped open, recalling that she was actually quite alone, inside her chilly compartment. Apparently, embarrassment didn’t need company.

And that’s when the train began to slow, her heartbeat racing before she could comprehend what it meant. Gasping, she leaned against the cold glass of the window to her right, wide eyes landing on the distant platform, so far away yet that it might not have been there at all. But she knew that it was. She had taken this trip enough times to know exactly the moment…

Her breath fogged the window as she stared out expectantly. Though the platform would be very crowded today, she felt irrationally certain that she would be able to spot him, immediately. But, at last, as the masses of parents and siblings lining the platform came into full view, her eyes began to dart, breath caught in her throat. Where was he? She had a perfect view of everyone from where she sat, she’d thought.

The train had nearly come to a stop…

It had to be any moment now… any mo-

A large palm slapped against her window, and she jumped back, alarmed. But then, moving with the slow roll of the train, a ginger head popped into her line of vision as well, and she grinned with pleasure.

His wool hat was pushing his hair out at the front, spikes of overgrowth above his freckled forehead. And he hadn’t shaved in days, she guessed, stomach flipping with happiness at the sight.

One time. She had told him one time how much she enjoyed the scruffiness of his bristly, copper stubble. But, evidently, he had remembered.

Or, he had simply been too lazy to bother shaving it off.

She laughed as he grinned joyfully up at her, relief in his sparkling eyes as his right hand moved up to the glass to join his left. Sighing with contentment, she pressed her left palm to his right, through the glass, staring back into his eyes, her own going a bit watery as she heard him laugh as well, a distant, muffled sound through the window.

“Oi!” came a voice, all too familiar, from somewhere out of sight…

Or was he out of sight?

She blinked, and Harry swam into focus, a mere half metre to Ron’s right now, arm slung around a smiling Ginny.

“Gonna stay on the train all day, staring at him?” Harry teased, and it was only then that she realised that half of Hogwarts had already disembarked, hugging their families outside.


With a teary glance back at Ron, who was now blushing a pleasing shade of light pink, she jumped out of her seat and levitated her trunk, rushing out of the compartment ahead of it and skidding to a stop at the end of the corridor, laughing when she saw him already using the vertical bars at the open door to swing himself up onto the first step.

“Hey,” he said, voice scratchy and deep and gorgeous.

She squealed. Yes, she actually squealed, much to her embarrassment later. But at the moment, she didn’t give a damn.

She flung her arms around him, nearly on level with him now from a step above. Closing her eyes tight, she pressed her face to the side of his neck, his skin a bit frosty, tips of his hair damp from snow. His right hand flattened to her back, left hand still tightly clutching the bar at the doorway to keep them upright.

He ducked his head and breathed a sigh against the top her shoulder. His jumper was just as cozy as she had imagined. And she never wanted to move from this position. Ever.

“Oh, honestly?” Ginny’s teasing voice rang out from somewhere behind Ron now. “You’ve still not made it off the bloody train!”

In a swift motion, Ron let Hermione go, jumped down to the platform, and waited, a few paces back from the door, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

She had never seen a more wonderful sight in all her life. Climbing off the train, she stepped up to him, much slower this time, taking in her vision of him… every detail.

At last, she was no longer that insufficient half of herself that she had been for the last four months. Having discovered what she had been missing in her life during the previous summer, the gaping hole now left by his absence, these past months, had been staggeringly more noticeable.

Now, instead of shy glances and the need to look away, she found herself caught in a stare that she could not break… never wanted to, anyway.

Finally, she was home. She sighed, lips parting.