A/N: I decided since, you know, Christmas is coming up I would do a little fic about it. I couldn't help myself! My mom is putting up Christmas decorations (she gets a little eager) and this little thing popped up. I have read a few like it, and wanted to do my own. Hope you like it!
Christmas at the Weasley's house had always been a very happy occasion. Even during the war, when everything seemed at it's lowest, the moments there were special, and always treasured.
And now, years later, the time had come up again. Weasleys, Potters, a Lupin, and too many others to count were there, small children running around, Mrs. Weasley (The first one) was frying up bacon, eggs, the regular breakfast food, and slowly people adults and children alike) trickled into the kitchen.
Soon, everyone was sitting at the table, James pestering Albus ("Move your arm, I can't reach the pancakes!") Rose and Lily looking at Ron in disgust as he shoveled piles of eggs onto his plate, and Hermione scolding him almost endlessly (Really, Ron, this isn't the last time your ever going to eat!"). Normal Christmas Day havoc.
Teddy was there as well, of course, being part of the family as much as the next. He was telling Harry about Hogwarts, being a first year and very excited.
"Where is Victoire?" Ginny questioned Fleur, who was sitting across from her.
"Still upstairs. Hopefully zee will be down soon" she answered with a glance towards her daughters bedroom, which had been added onto the Burrow a few years earlier.
As if on cue, Fleur and Bill's daughter came bouncing down the stairs, still dresses in her pajamas, hair frizzed around, obviously just waking up.
Mum have you seen my-" she started, but as soon as her eyes landed on Teddy, a small squeal was emitted from her mouth, and she dashed back upstairs, her face burning red.
Even before the poor girl was gone, George burst into laughter. Ginny's cheeks were flaming, and Molly was struggling to keep a grin off her face. Harry and Ron soon joined in laughing.
"You shouldn't laugh at her!" Lily piped up, Rose soon agreeing.
"No, we're not laughing at her, trust me." Harry said, still laughing. Ginny had hidden her head in her hands, but took one away to hit Harry playfully over the head. Ginny felt something sticky on her elbow, and she blushed harder, hoping it wasn't what she thought it was. Ron helped her out , saying between laughter:
"Ginny, you've-got-some-b-butter-on-y-your-e-elbow!"
Ginny stood up, grabbing a napkin to wipe the hated goop off her arm. "I'm going to talk to Vicky," she said, and walked up the stairs towards the young girl's room.
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