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...
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one that you recognize.
Chapter Eleven: Hugo Weasley
On the September first that Hugo Weasley went off to Hogwarts, clouds were cluttering the sky and the air was chilly. There was a light drizzle and on the whole, it was a dull, depressing day. Like the weather, Hugo himself was not in the best of moods.
He dearly wanted to go to Hogwarts, he'd be with Lily, Lucy, Al, Rose, Roxanne, James, Louis, Fred, and Dom. But he'd be leaving Alyssa.
Alyssa Goldberg, the little Jewish girl who lived next door to Hugo. She was a year younger than him, wore her light brown hair in two braids, was missing her two front teeth, had the cutest button nose that was covered in freckles, and, like the rest of her family, was a muggle.
So eleven year old Hugo was stressing how he would send letters to her as he had with Rosie and the lot.
He sighed unhappily. If anyone would have an answer, it would be his mum, so he went to ask her.
Hermione laughed, gave him a hug and told him not to worry about it.
Sure enough, when Hugo arrived at Hogwarts, there was a letter from Alyssa for him on the first day of mail. And when Hugo came back for the Christmas holidays, there was Alyssa patiently waiting to play with her best friend.
The years passed, and more often than not, it was Alyssa writing to Hugo as opposed to the other way around. Hugo had never much cared for writing despite his being worried at the prospect of being unable to write to Alyssa in his first year. But not only that, he didn't know how he could lie to that innocent childhood friend of his, and he most certainly was not allowed to tell her he was a wizard.
Every now and then, Hugo would send a letter back, but it wasn't too often and wasn't hardly as thick as Alyssa's letters were. To Alyssa, it seemed he had forgotten all about her, but she kept writing to him anyway. He was like a diary that could send back a cheerful word if she was feeling particularly sad.
There was a tradition before Hugo had left for Hogwarts, that he and his family would go over to Alyssa's for the last night of Hanukkah, but since Hogwarts, there were days were he and Rosie were not off school yet, and there were other days were they were off school, but Hugo did not particularly feel like going over and instead opted to spend the night at a friends house.
Well, life went on without Hugo whether he liked it or not, and soon he had graduated from Hogwarts and Alyssa had graduated from her muggle school. Hermione and Alyssa mum, distressed because they had had high hopes for the two when they had been children plotted together and created a Happy Christmanukkah party in which the entire Weasley clan and the entire Goldberg family was invited over for a party. The Weasley family was informed that they were not allowed to perform magic, and a date was set.
Of course, both Hugo and Alyssa were invited, and upon arrival were promptly locked in a closet by an eight year old Emma Wood, Hugo's cousin Dominique's step-daughter.
"Well this just beats all doesn't it?" Stormed Alyssa. "I have to be locked in a closet with you of all people while the rest of our family is off having the best time outside of the closet!"
Hugo glared back at her. "Merlin, well it's not like I'm overjoyed to be here either?"
"And what's up with that? Shit, what's up with always saying Merlin this that or the other thing?" She crossed her arms. "When we were younger, it was cute. But now? Jesus, Hugo, don't you ever grow up?"
"What? What's wrong with saying Merlin, huh?"
"Nothing, except it's totally ludicrous! You amaze me Hugo Weasley, you truly amaze me."
"Oh, I amaze you? Well I don't understand why-"
"Exactly, you don't understand! You never understand! Why do you think I wrote to you even though you never wrote back? We were best friends Hugo, best friends! And then you get accepted to some elite boarding school and promise to write, and you're good at it for a while, but then you just stop! What's this, am I suddenly not good enough? I guess all you're new friends are older, cooler and better than I am.
"Well guess what, I'm done pining over you Hugo Weasley, there's a boy at my work who asks me out for drinks every single day, and you know what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking that when I return to work, I might just accept his offer. So there, what do you think of that?"
"Well damn Lyss, what do you want me to say? Maybe there's a reason I couldn't write back, maybe I just couldn't do it!"
"Ha, that's rich, you couldn't write back. That's a laugh."
"No, I'm serious Lyss-"
"Don't call me that!"
"Fine. Whatever. I just, I can't tell you. You wouldn't understand, you're not part of my world."
"Not part of your world? When we were younger, I accepted that, you were at boarding school, I was not. You were a boy, I was a girl. And I guess you're right, I didn't understand, because you know what I still don't- no, can't understand? What I still can't understand is why we are still not part of the same world. We are both grown-ups Hugo, we are both working. We are out of school and living on our own, and I know that being a man or a woman has nothing to do with it. So why? Why is it that you find yourself to be so much better than me? That I can't possibly understand why you have the need to ignore me."
"B-b-because..." And in the true of fashion of being Ronald Weasley's son, Hugo swore. "Bloody hell Alyssa, I don't know how to explain it!"
"Explain what?"
"See, I'm a wizard, and my boarding school? It's a school that teaches magic. We use owls to communicate, that's why all your letters have to go through my mum first.
"And you're a muggle- that's a person with no magical abilities at all. And I wasn't allowed to tell you before, but I trust you, and I feel bad for the way I've treated you, and I like you and I want to apologize for my behaviour over the past six years. I just like you a lot and I didn't like lying to you.
"But I want to go back to the way things used to be before Hogwarts. Clean slate. It'll be a new year soon, so here's to complete honesty."
'And here goes nothing!' He thought as he swept Alyssa up and kissed her, smack!- on the mouth.
"Hugo Weasley!" She crossed her arms defiantly, uncrossed them, and placed her fisted hands on her hips. "I don not believe you! You basically ignore me for six years, feed me some cock and bull story about how you're a magical pony or something like that, kiss me, and then expect me to take you back again, just like that?"
"Ummm...yes?" 'And it wasn't just a cock and bull story, I am too magical!'He thought, but knew better than to start up a new argument, there'd be plenty of time for that later when they were out of the closet. Speaking of which, now that he'd told he, couldn't he just Alohomora the door?
Alyssa sighed. "It's you're lucky day Weasley."
A/N: Ahhh, ew, gross! So much cheese! Not that I normally care, mind you, I love cheese, just not when it's a cheesy story... Mmmm, provolone, bree, CHEESE! But writing this chapter, I've realised something. If you are writing something that has to have a happy ending no matter what, there's just no way of doing it other than the cheese way, so I guess it's time to buckle yourselves in and get ready for one more chapter of cheese.
Next up: Lily Potter