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 T 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 Seven: Roxanne Weasley

Roxanne Wealsey was pissed. And she had every right to be too. Andrea Thomas, her very best friend in the whole world had just announced that she was going to go to the next Hogsmeade trip with Matthew Finnigan.

The Matthew Finngan, the boy who Roxanne had been head over heels in love with since first year. She sighed. At least Dom wasn't here to see her like this. Roxanne's 19 year old cousin had always said Roxanne had spunk, but Roxanne wasn't feeling all too spunky just then.

First off, the Christmas holidays were aproaching. Secondly, that meant leaving Andrea and Matthew, at school, alone. Which would probably end in a confession of undying love and marriage. (Yes Roxie knew she was being a bit dramatic, but she was 14 and felt quite entitled to a bit of theatrics.)

Roxanne was currently pouting in her favorite chair by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey Rox," her cousin Lucy skipped over to her. That was the annoying thing about both Lily and Lucy. They never walked, only skipped, bounced, jumped, jogged, ran, floated. "What's up?"

And she casually bounced onto a near by seat. Roxanne's point exactly.

"Not much." Just, you know, wallowing in my own misery. "What about you?"

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Johnny's called Quidditch practise again."

"In this weather?"

"Yup," Lucy popped the 'p'. "Louis and James swear he's worse than Benjamin Wood was."

Roxanne forced a laugh. "Well have fun."

Lucy shook her head, her pigtailed curls bouncing with each shake. "None of us are going. We're headed to the Room of Requirement to have a fun indoor game, with sun. Wanna come?"

Roxanne shrugged.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun. You love Quidditch!"

"But not like actual playing. I like it in the summer when it's the whole family and it doesn't matter who wins 'cause the winner only gets an extra slice of cake."

Lucy gasped. "Only gets? Roxie! You should be ashamed of yourself, it's cake! And an extra slice is an extra slice, it's a great prize!"

"Aw, c'mon Luce, it's not like it's a big deal or anything."

"Don't let Uncle Ron hear you say that!"

"Don't let my dad hear Roxie say what?" Asked Rose.

"That an extra pice of cake isn't a big deal."

"Not a big deal!" Albus exclaimed. "Not a big deal! It's a huge deal!"

"What's a huge deal?"

"An extra slice of cake."

"It's not just huge, it's monumental!"

Roxanne sighed as she was suddenly surrounded by the entire Weasley clan still at Hogwarts as they put their two knuts in about extra slices of cake, cake in general and pie (for some reason or another, most Weasley discussions usually turned to pie).

So she made her escape and headed for the door. Trust her family to take her bad mood and make it even worse by argueing over trivial matters such as food. Didn't they know her heart was breaking?

Well, to be fair, she hadn't exactly told anyone about her crush on Matthew Finnigan, but Roxanne didn't feel like playing fair. Her heart was broken, damn it, she could be unfair if she wanted to, how dare the rest of the world be happy.

These were the thoughts running through Roxanne's mind as she slumped down the corridors in the direction of the grounds. What she needed just then was a nice big cup of tea and the company of her favorite half-giant. So intent on her destonation, she didn't even notice when she ran straight into Johnny Baker, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Oh! Sorry Baker!"

"No problem Weasley," he smied and picked up his broom. "Have you seen your cousins anywhere? They're due at the pitch."

"Ah," Roxanne thought about telling him they were in the common room, but didn't feel like being helpful to anyone just then. "Ah, no, I don't think so."

"Ok, well thanks anyway."

And she walked on. When she got to Hagrid's hut, she was surprised to find that Hagrid was not alone. In his audience was a young boy, her age, with dirty blonde hair and a pale complexion.

"Hi Hargrid, hi Scamander."

"Roxanne!" Hagrid gave her a huge smile. "'Ere, le' me make you a cup o' tea!"

"Weasley." Lorcan Scamander nodded.

"Oh, damn it Fluffy! Ruddy dog ate all my tea. Hold on a moment, I'll jus' pop over to th' kitchens to get some."

When Hagrid left, Lorcan turned to Roxanne.

"Why so blue?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing."

"It's can't be nothing, you're Roxie, you're full of moxie!"

Roxanne raised an eyebrow.

"Moxie, like spunk?"

"Oh."

"Aw, c'mon. If it's because of a guy, he's dumb cause you're Roxie, full of moxie, and you're extremely foxy."

"Please stop rhyming things with my name Lorcan, who rhymes like a doorjam."

"Ok, ok, point taken. But seriously, what's wrong?"

And he looked so earnest that Roxanne told him everything. How she had been in love with Matthew Finnigan since first year, how she and Andrea Thomas had been best friends for just as long. How one day Andrea decided she liked Matthew. How Matthew had chosen Andrea. And, what made Roxanne feel the worst, how no one even knew she had liked Matthew first.

Lorcan listened to all this with a seemingly impassive ear. And then, he finally spoke.

"You know something? I've felt that same way, I feel that same way. You wait around for somone for years before you finally realise it's no good. They don't like you the same way, they like someone else. And you shouldn't hate either of them. Because you love one and the other had no idea. And then you hate yourself for hating them both. And you hate them for making you hate yourself. It's a vicious cycle, then pretty soon, you hate the world."

"H-how'd you know all that?"

Lorcan shrugged. "'Cause it's exactly what I'm going through right now. First my brother gets a girlfriend and leaves me all alone, then I find out the girl I like likes someone else."

"Oh, who do you like? Maybe you're wrong?"

"That's sweet, but she told me herself she liked someone else."

"Aw, who is it?"

Lorcan didn't say anything.

"C'mon, you know who I like, I just told you, now who is it?"

Lorcan just stared at her.

"You can tell me. Me... It's me? As in me, Roxanne Weasley?"

He didn't look away.

"B-b-but why me? I mean, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you feel this way!"

Lorcan looked at his shoes. Roxanne stared at the wall.

Suddenly, she scooted over to him and took his hand in hers.

Startled, he looked up. "What's this?"

"This is a new beginning," she said happily.

He smiled.

A/N: Aw, this one made me feel all fluttery inside. Lorcan's adorable, but mainly because he's Luna's son and Luna Lovegood is adorable! Tell me what you think, and I'll send you some virtual Weasley pie!

Next up: Rose Weasley

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