Disclaimer: All I want for Christmas is Harry Potter. But Santa doesn't seem to agree
Molly Weasley leaned back back in her chair, a comfortable feeling of happiness as she watched her children and grandchildren play and talk and rest. The tree was looking beautiful, even if Rose was busy trying to climb it once more. (She was a pretty determined two year old it seemed, much to the chagrin of her parents) The smell of a well cooked Christmas dinner lingered on the air (If not on their plates) and a lazy sense of relaxation settled over the Burrow.
"That was a wonderful Christmas dinner," Arthur said as he sat down beside her. "Not a hint of leftovers. In fact, I think I see Teddy trying to sneak seconds."
"He's a growing boy," Molly said fondly as she saw Andromeda hand him a plateful of mince pies. "He needs his food."
"And the fact that it was cooked by the best cook in the wizarding world has nothing to do with it?" he teased and Molly blushed. She playfully smacked his arm and giggled like the teenager she had been when they first met.
"Surely not the best-"
"I think the evidence speaks for itself," Arthur said with a smile as he nodded towards the largely empty dining table.
"I'm pretty good though," she finished with a smile. "Lots of practise in this family."
Further conversation was abruptly cut off by the sound of Christmas decorations falling off the tree in a massive kerfuffle. Somehow (and nobody could tell exactly how) Rose had managed to put herself on top of the Christmas tree.
"Oh Merlin," she muttered as a dozen wands came out and Rose was slowly levitated down to the ground. Rose giggled as she was slowly levitated down and Molly waited for her heart to slow down to normal before she trusted herself to speak.
"I think that maybe I should charm the tree like I did when Fr-George used to try that," she said, a little shakily. "That aged me far too much."
"That almost gave me a heart attack," Arthur agreed. "Are you sure you want to do this? I can-"
"Arthur, I am not so old that I am going senile!" she snapped, pulling out her wand and casting the spell. Her face softened and she gave Arthur an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I just…"
"Felt you had to be there," Arthur finished and Molly smiled as he took her hand in his. "You don't have to explain. I know."
For a moment, there was a comfortable silence between the two. In the background, Rose was playing happily with her cousin Albus (well, trying to boss him about more accurately) and trying to encourage her mother to let her play with her baby brother Hugo. (Hermione was firmly against disturbing Hugo's nap much to the annoyance of Rose.) George was busy coaxing his timid son to join in the games with James and Victoire and Teddy had snuck off whispering plans to one another.
"I love Christmas," she said fondly as she looked over her family. "It's so good to have everyone under one roof."
"There's one more Christmas tradition that we haven't done yet though," Arthur said with a smile as he pulled her to her feet. Pulling her under the mistletoe in the corner, he pulled Molly into an enchantingly familiar kiss and smiled. "We can't forget the kiss under the mistletoe," he said and Molly smiled.
"Can't forget that one," she whispered as the two of them slipped back in memories to their first kiss under the mistletoe at Hogwarts, many years ago.
AN: Okay, I'll straight up admit this. Molly really wasn't behaving herself here. The muse didn't want to play and she was stubbornly holding back. Sorry