Disclaimer: Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the thisisnotmine!
A/N: I wrote this in response to Cally's Crazy Christmas Challenge from the DG Forum. It should be anywhere between 2 and 4 chapters. Yay Christmas!
A Very Weasley Christmas
The thin redhead, who'd turned twenty-seven years old that past April, gave out a sigh of sheer exasperation. "Lux!" she scolded the girl, "Sit still!" The child, who could not have been over two years old, glowered at her mother with her big honey-colored eyes, framed by large, thick eyelashes. The look was less than intimidating, to say the least. Not getting the desired reaction from her mother, she stomped her tiny foot and made sounds of protest. But after receiving a stern look from her mother, Lux stood still, lifting her arms for her mother's assistance. The little girl's strawberry-blonde locks, confined by a bejeweled pink clip, bounced as her mother pulled a pink jumper over her head.
Planting a kiss on her daughter's forehead, Ginny first inspected her to make sure she was ready to visit with her family, then the room itself. She shuddered at the sight of the garish pink tinsel. Lux refusing to dress in anything but pink was one thing, even the pink bed sheets and duvet cover was acceptable, but tinsel? For Ginny, it was the last straw when it came to her daughter getting anything and everything she'd ever wanted. Of course, her husband would hear nothing of the sort. What Lux wanted, Lux would get.
"Darling, have you seen your father?" Ginny asked sweetly. When the girl shook her head no, eyes wider than an owls, Ginny smiled at her. She knew where he was; she had just been hoping he wasn't. "I'll be back in a little while sweetheart," Ginny said absently to the girl, leaving her to the doll that her father had given to her earlier ("I had to! You should have seen her face!").
"Draco!" Ginny called, making her way down the hall, heels clicking against the floor. She had a destination, but she liked to keep up the charade of looking for him anyway. He would answer just before she entered; it happened every time, just like clockwork and the changing of the seasons. "Draco!" she shouted again, rounding a corner, making her way towards an intimidating, oak door. She could hear the fire in the hearth crackling;
She inhaled once more to shout for him again when he called, "Yes? I'm in here!"
As Ginny opened the door, she admired Draco's silhouette up against the window. He was watching the white flakes fall to the ground, absently swirling the brandy he held in his hand; he was truly beautiful, and never ceased to take her breath away. Exhaling a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding in, Ginny walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around his hips and tilting her head up to rest her chin on his shoulder.
"Why do you bother to come looking anymore? You know where I am," he murmured in her left ear after turning his head to kiss her temple gently.
"Where's the fun in that?" she smiled up at him. The swishing sound of the alcohol in his glass brought her back to reality, and she remembered her reason for tracking him down in the first place. She was pleasantly surprised to see only a small glass of liquor in his right hand; she knew how he reacted when it came to family visits. That was, until she noticed the full bottle in his left. He took a large swig, only for it to be pulled right out of his mouth with a large popping sound.
"What was that for?" he whined, knowing damn well what it was for.
"Why do you need a whole bottle?" she accused.
"Are we playing some sort of game of questions?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Are you serious?" she replied, imitating his expression.
"No," he said, trying to hold back laughter.
"Well, first of all, if we were, you just lost," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. "Secondly, I do not want you getting absolutely pissed before we go to my parents' home."
"Ginny, when I'm sober I hate your family. So, for this day to go smoothly I suggest you give me back that bottle."
"Not a chance," she replied smoothly, walking towards the liquor cabinet and putting the bottle away.
"My family is coming as well," he said, very quietly, as though he didn't want her to actually hear him.
"What was the that?" she asked darkly, not turning around.
"I'm sorry love," he said, sighing dejectedly, "My parents owled asking about our plans. When I told them we'd be going to the Burrow, my mum sent an owl to your mum. Your mum seemed to think it was a great idea, having Lux see the whole family for the holiday."
Ginny shook her head and turned around, bottle still in hand. "On second thought…" she bit out, "A few shots certainly couldn't hurt."
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