Author's Note: I got inspiration to this fic from the Christmas song "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas". This is only Part One - I hope to update quite soon. Thank you for reading!

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

by Lorelai Grint

Part One

'Well, Bill really isn't coming for Christmas', Mrs. Weasley said putting down the letter that Bill's owl had just brought and leaving out a sad sigh. 'It wasn't enough that Ron is only Merlin knows where with Harry and Hermione, now Bill decides – or better said, Fleur decides – that this Christmas they want to spend it alone. Anyone else wants to be away for Christmas?', she completed to her two twin sons and only daughter.

'Is that an actual offer?', jumped Fred. 'Because I might take –', Mrs. Weasley's deadly look made him stop mid sentence. It was the day before Christmas Eve and the four of them had been on the kitchen eating something for lunch. Everyone else was still at work; only Ginny was on holidays and the twins had decided to close the shop one day earlier due to the frantic humour of Mrs. Weasley. Despite being Christmas, one day wouldn't really hurt the business – it was going extremely well in spite of the difficult times.

'Look on the bright side, Mom -', George started.

' – if there is one', Ginny interrupted, her gaze lost outside on the back yard where they all used to play Quidditch.

'Look on the bright side', George repeated. He was quite fed up that no-one would ever cheer up over anything at all these days. 'You see, we haven't got Percy this Christmas yet again. Think of it as compensation – you don't have Bill and Ron but you don't have to take up Percy's gigantic head either!'

Mrs. Weasley appeared to be on the verge of either bursting into tears or smacking George's head with the first thing she could put her hands on.

'Failed, mate', Fred answered. 'You better give it up, it's useless these days'.

A knock at the door drove Mrs. Weasley out of the kitchen, leaving the twins alone with a not so satisfied Ginny.

'You two are really stupid sometimes, do you know that?', Ginny let out.

Fred and George exchanged surprised looks.

'Come on, Ginny, not you too. We were only kidding –'

'Exactly!', Ginny yelled. 'Well, some things aren't meant for kidding!'

'Oi, Ginny, now you're starting to sound just like Hermione!'

'Oh, right – and where is she? And how about your brother?'

'Where is Harry, you mean?', George retorted bitterly, a killing look through his eyes. 'It's not our fault you fell in love with the Chosen One, little sister', he said in a mocking tone.

'You git!', Ginny pulled out her wand.

'HEY', Fred bellowed. 'Don't you even DARE! Just stop it, will you? And talk to us', he completed with a disgusted look on his face. Clearly, that was not his favourite way to solve the matter. 'I must have grown up!', he thought scornfully to himself.

George stared at him in apparent shock. 'Really? You just said that?'

'Rather I let her Bat-Bogey Hex you?', Fred grinned. 'Go ahead, Ginny, do your best work'.

Ginny stood in the middle of the kitchen, a motionless living doll. It took her a while to finally speak, her eyes sparkling.

'You don't care'. Her tone was definite. 'You two don't even want to know. They're somewhere out there risking their butts everyday to save all of us from him and you don't care!'

Fred and George were so caught by surprise it took them a few seconds to react. Then, at the exact same moment, a bitter disbelieving laughter echoed from their throats.

'You are kidding me!', George exclaimed. 'You can only be joking!'

'Are you mental, Ginny?', Fred asked, not so understanding anymore.

'You think we don't care?'

'Ron is out there – not to mention we're not even sure he's still alive – and you say we don't care?'

'Do you know us, Ginny? Seriously, do you, at all?'

Fred's question made Ginny blush out of embarrassment. He took that as a good sign.

'Of course we care. Of course we're worried. He's our brother too, stupid', Fred concluded rather more softly. Simultaneously, George moved closer to Ginny and stroke her hair.

'I know you have Harry to worry about too, but so do we', he murmured. 'Even Hermione… she may be a pain in the ass sometimes, sure; but we love her as much as we love Harry. So don't act all mental on us, okay?'

'It's not the same, George', she sobbed. Instantly she pulled herself together, her strong look upon her face again.