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...

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my little sister Amy who basically wrote the whole thing because of an obsession with figgy pudding and me having a horrible case of writers block. Also, I know the Room of Requirement most likely can not bring people into it just by wishing, but she thought it'd be funny, and I think it's kind of cute.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one that you recognise.

Chapter Ten: Lucy Weasley

Being the Minister of Magic's youngest daughter and the youngest of your group of friends by at least a year is not fun. Lucy Weasley could tell you from experience. Not only did the two mean she was safegaurded everywhere, first by her father and then by her friends, but she could never have exactly what she wanted. It was always a watered down more 'safe' version. And what Lucy Weasley wanted, besides a large helping of figgy pudding, was a boyfriend.

But since she couldn't have the latter because of her father and her overprotective friends, she decided to settle for the former even though it was exactly 2:27 in the morning and the entire castle was asleep.

Not wanting to disturb the house elves, the tiny fourth year made her way out of the dorm and trotted down the corrider and a few flights of stairs to reach the Room of Requirement, where, she decided, she could have all the figgy pudding she wished for.

When she got in the room and settled herself down into the nice easy chair by the fireplace and wished for the figgy pudding, she realised the room had to be broken. Why else would it not give her the food that she so desired for?

The actual answer was simple. No one in the world, save Lucy's aunt Hermione Granger actually knew about law of elemental transfiguration that prevented the room from providing Lucy with her choice food of comfort.

Deciding to test the room out, she wished for her Quidditch team to appear so that she could complain about the unfairness of the room and it's obvious lack of figgy pudding.

Unfortunately, the room worked very well, and soon the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team found themselves being pulled out of bed and random.y thrown right onto the chair that Lucy was sitting in.

"You're here!" She exclaimed. "It's not broken!"

"Wazzat?"

"The room, it's not broken!"

Jack Patten, the captain met Lucy's excited eyes with a glare. "You brought us out of bed to tell us that?"

Lucy's sheepish grin was met by tired eyes and accusatory faces.

"You suck Luce," James muttered. "Unfortunately, I'm so tired I can't force myself to raise from the dead and hit you."

Elaine, James' best friend who could usually be counted on for niceness when her 'better half' wasn't, was yawning terribly. "James, I'm too tired to get mad at you for expressing the wish to hit your cousin. And since Lucy is the reason I'm so tired, I give you permission to whack her when we get up. Tomorrow morning, preferably after noon."

"Thanks Laine," James replied dryly before drifting back to sleep.

By now everyone but Jack and herself were back asleep having rolled onto the floor by the fire too tired to mind no blankets or pillows.

"Luce," Jack began. "Merlin knows I love you, but really? It's bloody two something in the morning, why'd you bring us all down here?"

"Um, figgy pudding?"

"What?"

"Well, I really wanted figgy pudding because what I want even more, I can't have. So, in a decision to be nice to the house elves, I decided to come to the room, not the kitchens."

Jack just stared. "Only you."

Lucy frowned. "I resent that, I think anyone in my situation would be sad about a lack of figgy pudding!"

Jack laughed. "Now, what was that other thing you wanted but couldn't have?"

"Mimblewimble."

"What? Sorry, didn't quite catch that."

"Jack," Lucy sighed downcast. "Do you realise that I'm almost fifteen? I'm a fourth year, and I've never even been kissed before!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

She nodded mournfully.

"So why can't you have that?"

"Because no one lets me. Every time I so much as look at a boy the lot of you go oh, look at wittle Lucy, she's so adorable. But she's growing up too fast. Sorry Luce, you're too young. And my dad, Merlin, don't even get me started, he still thinks I'm five."

Jack smiled ruefully down at her. "Well, I'm sorry if we made you feel that way. So, what do you propose?'

And quick as a wink, before Lucy could even think about what she was doing, she leaned up and kissed Jack right on the mouth!

"What was that for?"

"Mistletoe." She said simply. "Thanks for the Christmas wish Jack."

And sure enough, when he looked up, right above their heads was a beautiful sprig of mistletoe.

A/N: How was that for a big plate of cheese Christmas morning? Haha, hope you enjoyed it, I know it was a lot cheesy and probably just as cliche but I couldn't help myself. I got fuzzy slippers for Christmas! Once more, I really would love reviews, thank you so much for reading! Two left, hope I can do it!

Next up: Hugo Weasley