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A/N: So I forgot to say that my last chapter was beta'd by memories fade! She's lovely, and really helped me out. This one was beta'd by my lovely friend Sid, who is forever patient with my wild ramblings and keeps my real name a secret. Love you, Sid! This is not finished, but this is probably all I will have done by the deadline for Cally's Crazy Christmas Challenge. So, here are the requirements:

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1 -You need to include at least 6 of the "Crazy Must Haves"

2 - Word count - 2000 MINIMUM

3 - Rating - Any

4 - Genre - Anything

5 - It has to be either Christmas Eve (24th), Christmas Day (25th) or Boxing Day (26th)

6 - Must be D/G only!

7 - It must be Beta-ed

8 - You must state clearly in the authors note which "Crazy Must haves" you have chosen to incorporate into your story.

Due Date - 24th December, Christmas Eve!

List of "Crazy Must Haves"

- All the Weasley and Malfoy's under one roof

- Hermione, Harry and Snape as guests

- An odd seating arrangement (Ron Weasley sitting next to Lucius Malfoy etc..)

- Ginny burning food

- Draco forced to wear a santa hat

- Pink tinsel

- Ron made to sit with the children

- A drunk Narcissa Malfoy

- Draco must say: "Ginny, when I'm sober I hate your family. So, for this day to go smoothly I suggest you give me back that bottle."

- Ginny must say: "Oh, it's only a bit of sauce!"

- Snape knocks down the Christmas Tree.

- A black thong landing on Lucius Malfoy's head (be creative!)

- Draco and Harry fighting (punches and kicks!)

- Ron made to sit with the children at the little table.

- Molly telling Lucius he should cut his hair.

- Arthur falling asleep at the table.

No-No's

- No deaths

- No Harry/Ginny

- No Ron/Hermione

Apart from that, anything goes!

Here goes my lovely readers! Happy Christmas! :

Draco hit his head on the fireplace as he stepped into the brightly lit living room of The Burrow. Ginny, who exited briefly after him (with much more grace), giggled into her hand and attempted to cover it up with a cough. She knelt down to brush the soot off of Lux and turned to her slightly dusty husband, who was clutching his head as it throbbed painfully, and scowling at her.

She matched his glower and cried, "What? What's wrong now?"

He responded huffily, not sounding unlike his two-year old daughter, "I hate the bloody floo."

Ginny rolled her eyes and walked away, joining her mother in the kitchen.

Draco stalked off in the opposite direction, looking for a strong drink. Unfortunately, all he found were those ghastly twins that his wife seemed to adore more than anyone in their right mind should, accompanied by The-Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Bloody-Die, Ginny's slightly denser brother, and the Mudblood. "Oh joy amongst all joys," Draco muttered sarcastically to himself, turning abruptly in hopes that they wouldn't notice him. But, because this was clearly not his day, he felt a large hand grab his forearm and steer him back towards the group.

"Drakie, my boy!" Twin (he could never tell the difference between the two) exclaimed, grinning mischievously.

"Please don't call me that," Draco mumbled darkly.

"You're looking lovely today, Drakie! Wouldn't you say he's looking positively lovely, Gred?" Twin Two (those bloody nicknames weren't much of a help either) said, completely ignoring Draco's protests, an identical grin upon his face.

"I don't know, Forge. I'd say he looks like he needs a good, strong drink," the other replied.

This, Draco could attest to. He agreed wordlessly, nodding his head once in approval at their suggestion. His day thus far had been so foul, it didn't even seem to register that he was accepting a drink from George and Fred Weasley, so he downed it happily.

Feeling what he assumed was the warmth from the liquor heating him up, he decided to go to the kitchen and fetch a glass of water, as well as check on his lovely wife. The drink made him feel much better, and he was ready to apologize for his attitude, and perhaps even say a polite hello to her mother. He did not notice the laughter that followed his exiting the living room.

He strode into the kitchen, turned to wife, and asked, "Ginevra, where are the glasses?"

She casually glanced up from whatever was bubbling in a pot, and her jaw dropped, her mouth forming an "o"; wooden spoon still in hand, and fell to the ground, shaking with silent laughter.

"What?" he cried. Suddenly remembering that he did, in fact, accept a drink from Fred and George Weasley. "What's going on?"

She simply pointed at his head, trying to gasp for breath, but only laughing harder. She clutched her stomach and rolled around on the floor. If he hadn't been so frightened, he would have informed her of how ridiculous she looked. Instead, he ran to the hallway, where there was an average sized mirror that was slightly fogged over simply from being in existence for far too long. His face was still perfect; skin unblemished, mercury colored eyes framed by long, pale eyelashes, and nose perfectly straight, if not somewhat pointed. His eyes traveled upward slowly - yes, his hair was still white blonde and tousled in a way that said, "I don't care, but I care enough to have spent an hour and a half so it would look like I don't care." He sighed in relief at the sight of his unchanged hair color; the last time he had seen the twins they tested out one of their products on him without his knowledge, turning his beautiful locks into a ghastly shade of red. Just as he thought he was in the clear and his wife was just ridiculous, he noticed the hat; the horrible, red, pointed hat, with a white puffy ball resting on the top of it. He growled at his reflection, and tugged at the hat, in an attempt to remove it. It would not budge.

That was when he heard Twin One say, "It won't come off until Boxing Day, you know." The horrible beast of a man seemed to just pop up behind him out of nowhere. Draco spun around, advancing on him like a jungle cat stalking its prey. Twin One backed up, hands held out in front of him in surrender, saying "Come on now Malfoy, no need to have a fit, it was just a joke…"

Just as Draco was about the tackle the redhead and give him what he clearly deserved, Potter leapt in his way.

"What're you doing, Malfoy?" he growled in an obvious attempt at intimidation.

"Just going to have a little chat with Weasley here, Potter. No need to get your knickers in a twist," Draco explained, his voice calm, but his eyes shining with malice.

"I don't think so," Harry countered.

Twin One interjected, "Um, gents? There's really no need. I can take care of myself, Harry. I am, in fact, older than you, and quite a bit bigger-" as he was twisting his neck so he could see around Harry's mess of jet black atop his head.

"Shut it!" the two boys snapped in unison.

Ginny leaned on the kitchen doorframe, facing the argument with her arms crossed. Most women would be fretting over it, twisting their hands, and even a few tears may have been shed, but this was clearly not the case when it came to Missus Ginevra Molly Malfoy. She merely raised an eyebrow and drawled in a way that, in a different situation, would have done her husband proud, "Are the two of you quite finished playing the whose-member-is-larger game? Because, frankly, it's getting quite old, and we have guests arriving soon."

"Death Eater," Harry accused Draco, pointedly ignoring Ginny.

"Oh, will you ever let that go?" Draco asked, laughing mockingly. "The war is over Harry, just because you are now officially irrelevant does not mean you should take it out on me."

Harry lunged at Draco, tackling him to the ground. A slew of punches and kicks were given on both ends; some meeting their targets, but more often than not, were carelessly thrown into the air. Neither man had ever been the type to get in physical fights, sans wands, so the fighting's effect looked more ridiculous than life threatening.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake," Ginny sighed, shaking her head. "George could you do something about this?" As George and Fred pulled the two apart, Draco's nose bleeding, Harry slowly forming a black eye, Ginny put on her "mum face" and began to scold. "The two of you are grown men! Fighting like school children!" She shook her head in disbelief and agitation, "Act your bloody age!"

Both men mumbled an "I'm sorry," neither sounding quite sincere, but she decided to overlook it in favor of fixing her husband's nose.

She took advantage of the time she spent inspecting the rest of Draco's lovely - although newly bruised - face, to throw in a bit more scolding, hinting of a threat or two. "Honestly Draco, you have a child, who is quietly playing with her cousins in the gardens, not starting a bloody riot! She acts older than you do! Absobloodylutely – epiksey – ridiculous. If you start on anything like this for the rest of the evening, I can promise you it will not end in your favor."

"Fine," he grumbled. But he continued on saying, "But I need some else on my side. I need to go write an owl." And he ran off before she could stop him, as he knew this was the only way he'd accomplish what he was set out to do.

She merely shouted, "There are no sides! Christmas dinner is not a competition, Draco!" Knowing it was a lost cause, she sighed and shook her head in defeat. She meandered her way back towards the kitchen, pondering her husband's potential insanity, when she heard her mother shriek. Running into the kitchen at full speed, she came face-to-face with a significantly agitated Molly Weasley. The Weasley matron open and closed her mouth soundlessly, pointing to all sorts of pots filled with different kinds of sauces that Ginny had been helping her with. When Ginny had left to break up the fight, she had also left the food she was to be looking after. The pots were caked with bubbling, sludge-like liquid, none of which smelled even remotely edible. Ginny shrugged sheepishly, looking down into her mother's round face.

"Out," Mrs. Weasley said as Ginny made her way towards the pots.

Ginny replied, "Oh, it's only a bit of sauce!"

As Molly opened her mouth in protest, there was a dainty knock on the front door, and Ginny took it as her cue to flee from the foul smelling kitchen.

Ginny opened the door, grinning widely, to receive two identical nonplussed stares of contempt. "Hello, Narcissa!" Ginny said cheerfully, reaching out to shake the woman's hand. Narcissa Malfoy sniffed at her, and stumbled in past her. "Drinks are in the living room," Ginny told Lucius.

He replied, rolling his eyes, "I think she may have brought some of her own", and followed his wife into the house.