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"You three!" Auntie Weasley pointed to us immediately. "I need the chimney cleaned! Hop to it! We have more guests arriving tonight for Christmas Eve by the floo!" She told us. "Percy and Charlie and Victorie's parents…"

"Yes, I am so excited!" Victorie emerged from the kitchen with soap suds on her hands and wand. "I am doing this right, correct?"

"Yes dear, I believe so. With so much company I want to do everything by hand and wand to make sure it's perfect," Auntie Weasley told her, giving us a bucket to clean with. "Get to work, dearies, and I have some leftover pudding for when you're finished."

"Well I'm sure we've all had enough sweet things to last us the whole day," Albus assured her, winking at Scorpius and I. We glared and he smirked.

"Chop chop! Get to work!" Auntie Weasley instructed, ignoring his comment.

"And he walked! And he walked! And he flew!" All of the male adults sung, drunk.

"Tomorrow is Christmas," Scorpius whispered.

"Yes," I agreed, thinking he'd gone insane.

"We should steal some tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Well they're sure to have it lying around, we can steal some and then…"

"I get it. We won't have to pretend around them because they'll just think we're drunk! You're brilliant! I could kiss you right now."

"Then kiss me."

"I will later in celebration of your genius mind," I answered, ending the conversation so that no one would overhear.

"Who wants one Christmas present?" Dad called, reaching under the tree.

All the cousins grabbed at their presents, except for me, I waited patiently because I knew it would be unfair to Scorpius.

"Sorry you don't get one, but I can give you one when we're alone…"

"An early Christmas present? This is all getting even more perfect. But we're going to be snogging all night just for you to catch up on all these kisses you're promising."

"I never said that it was kisses," I told him with an evil grin.

"You're evil!"

"Here you go, Rosie," Dad handed me a box wrapped in a thick wrapping. "And Scorpius, let me check and see what Auntie Weasley made for you…"

"What, oh, no, she made me one of those sweaters two years ago."

"You get one every year, darling," Mum told him, handing him a box.

"Oh. Thank you all."

"Guess you don't need that early present…"

"No! I do need it!" He whispered back, panicking.

"I'll think about it…" He put on his best pout face.

"That only works on you," I informed him, even thought it did make me much more vulnerable then I had been seconds before.

"You're pretty when you're evil…"

"So I'm ugly?"

"No, you're beautiful."

I scowled.

"See?"

"Pass the rum! Pass the rum! Pass the rum all around!" Uncle Bill sung and we all cracked up.

"You're pretty when you're laughing too."

"Then I'll make sure to show no emotions to keep you at bay."

"Now that's no fun is it?"

"What have you two been whispering about all night?" Freddie asked.

"He wanted to know-"

"It this is what Christmas is always like here!" Scorpius quickly covered, because he could sense I was blanking.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Can we go play in the snow?" Freddie asked his Dad, obviously done with us.

"Sure! Go play with the muggles if you want! Teach them Quidditch!" He whispered, excitedly.

"George!" Angelina slapped his face. "No you can't Freddie, dear, your Father's just drunk. Don't take advantage of him," she scolded.

"But Mom! Dad said-"

"Your Dad has said some pretty stupid times in his age. Now if you're going to be like this you'd better get off to bed."

"Yes, I think that's a good idea," Mum agreed. "Kids! Bed!" She pointed upstairs.

Everyone groaned, but Scorpius and I shot upstairs.

Once we were in our room we had a good two minutes until Hugo came, provided he walked in the slow pace that he was sure to climb the stairs in.

I kissed him softly on the lips. "That's for your being a genius." I kissed him again. "And that's for Christmas!" I grabbed all of my things and rushed to claim the bathroom, nearly knocking Albus and Hugo over on the way out. I could see Albus glaring after me, though I was sure he wouldn't care that I had knocked him over.

About a half hour when we were all ready for bed, we climbed in, and went to sleep immediately, too excited about Christmas to talk.

Sorry, but I think this has to be a shorter chapter, because "tomorrow" is Christmas, and I wanted to leave it on that note. Because something BIG happens on Chrismas...hehehe