Summary: 12 Days of a fluffy Weasley Christmases. The Weasley grandchildren (all 12 in order from eldest to youngest) celebrate their first Christmases with their special someone. Pure fluff!
A/N: Rated M for language and because I'm paranoid. Sans the cursing/swearing, it's probably a K+, but just in case...
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one that you recognise.
Chapter Two: Molly Weasley
"Damnable spoon!"
The petite redhead found herself furiously throwing the wooden cooking utensil to the ground.
"Likes to taunt me does it? Thinks it's better than me does it? I'll fucking show you better you fucking pice of crap!"
Sixteen year old Molly Weasley was in the kitchen attempting to make Christmas cookies as she always did Christmas Eve.
The rest of her family, being smart, kept their distance; the younger Molly was not to be trifled with when angry. It was just a good thing that it was only the cousins home at the moment. All the adults had gone over to her Uncle Harry's place to wrap presents and most likely drink their 'special' eggnog in peace, the kind of eggnog the kids were not allowed to touch.
In addition, Brian Longbottom, his little sister Mallory, and the Scamander twins had decided to drop by since their parents were attending the adults only wrapping party (that all the older kids knew was just the adults trying to pretend they weren't getting drunk) at Harry's. So, the eleven other Weasley grandkids plus their four guests were all cowering in the living room trying not to disturb the agitated Molly Junior.
Finally Brian stood up. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting kind of thirsty."
"Don't go in there!" Victoire tried to warn from her place on Teddy's lap. "It's not a good idea."
Thirteen year old James nodded in agreement momentarily lifting his head up from the letter he was writing his best friend of eight years Elaine Campbell.
"I think I'll be fine." Brian shook his head, obviously thinking Molly's family was over reacting.
"Don't do it!" Fred exclaimed. "It's awful in there!"
And one by one the cousins began to add their two knuts in.
"Once I made her mad." Little Lily said slowly. "I don't think I'll ever be the same again."
"Moll's the only one Jamie and I don't prank," said Louis solemnly. "Once we had the mistake and-" He shuddered. "It was awful."
"It wasn't even that big of a prank, was it Louie?" James added quietly.
"It you go in there, it's your funeral." Contributed Roxanne.
Molly's sister Lucy nodded darkly. "Only Grandmum can talk to her when she's like this. Or sometimes Hugo."
The seventeen year old boy simply shrugged off the warnings. "I'm thirsty. I'm getting water, the end."
And he entered the kitchen.
The group held their breaths, honestly fearing for the life of the eldest Longbottom child. They winced as a loud expliclitive shout was heard from Molly.
"What'll we tell his parents?" Dominique asked worried.
"Never mind his parents, where'll we hide the body?"
"Lucy!" Mallory exclaimed. "Honsetly!"
"Mall, my sister probably just killed your brother, what am I supposed to say?"
Just then there was a loud crash and the sound of glass shattering followed by pure silence.
"Well, that went quicker than I thought it's go." James said cheerfully. "Who wants to go in and collect the body? Al?"
The boy in question blinked owlishly behind his glasses. "No way! Do you want me to die?"
"Not really, no. It'd just mean another body to hide."
"Jam-ie!" Albus cried.
"Al is right James." Rose said calmly. "Another death is not something we need to have on our hands right now."
"I'll go," Hugo offered. "Molly's always liked me best anyway."
So it was that the second youngest Weasley grandchild carefully went to the kitchen to check on the second eldest Weasley grandchild.
He returned white as a sheet.
"How bad is it?" Asked Lily.
"Is there blood everywhere?" Asked Lily.
"It's worse than that!" Gasped Hugo. "They-they, they're snogging!"
A/N: So there's chapter two of my Weasley series, what do you think so far? Review please, I have pretty thick skin, so don't be afraid to be blunt or tell me if you hated it. I'd love to hear from you; reviews make my day, but please, if you have an honest criticism, tell me how to fix it. Merci!
