AN: Just a quick oneshoot about Christmas at the Weasleys. I own none of the characters, they belong to J. K. Rowling.

December 22 1989

"Mum, what's the point? It's just me and Ginny this year?" Ron complained as his mother was busy taking inn the dough from the outdoor shelf of the kitchen window.

"Still, it's tradition and it's you, me and your sister and we are going to have fun." Molly firmly rolled up the arms of her dress and adjusted her apron. "Ginny, if you're done washing your hands come here."

The eight-year old girl climbed up on the chair beside her brother and eagerly waited for her mother to cut her a piece of the cold mass.

"It's no fun when Charlie and the twins are in school over Christmas and Bill is in Egypt. I can't even annoy Percy," the young boy said as he got a cube of dough and started to flatten it with his hands.

"Don't be angry with your brothers, they have quidditch and studies and jobs to attend to. Look, a tree!" They were going to have a good time, they had dough, music in the background and many funny cookie-shapes.

"And what category do the twins fall under?" Ron asked sceptical as he pounded the dough. "I made Harry Potter," his sister interrupted as she waved her head and sent a cascade of red hair in the face of her brother.

"Oh, the glorious Potter. Do you plan on marrying him? That's not gonna happen in a million years." He rubbed his face to get the tickling away.

"What's with you today? You usually love these days." His mother placed one hand on her hip and fixed him with her stare.

"Nothing," he said quietly at the same time as it was a knock on the door. Both of the children jumped down from their chairs and went to the door.

"BILL!" Ginny screamed as she was hugged and lifted up by her oldest brother. Ron jumped up on his back and they walked into the kitchen.

"William, why are you home?" Molly said as she wiped the flour off her hands and went to give the walking lump of kids a hug and a kiss each.

"I couldn't miss gingerbread-cookie-baking-day, could I?" the oldest boy said and smiled.

AN: Is it just me or did Bill just get ever hotter?
It's a possibility of more like this, but this popped into my head... Guess I'm a bit environmental damaged since I have been baking gingerbread-cookies with misc younger cousins today. WHICH IS REALLY FUN!

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