A/N: Dear Cheurbs. I adore your reviews. They are so sweet and make me feel very special. You will all be pleased to hear that i have been pecking away at the keys and adding chapters. =) Also, on a request from Lissa. I'm providing a list of the names, ages, houses and parentage of all the members in the brood. Including the one that are not actually related but might as well be. Much love my cherubs. Please review. xx-Kitten.

Direct Blood Members of Brood:

Rose Weasley- 16, Gryffindor, daughter of Ron and Hermione Weasley.

Hugo Weasley- 14, Gryffindor, Son of Ron and Hermione Weasley.

Fred Weasley- 17, Gryffindoor, Son of George and Angelina Weasley.

Rory Weasley-16, Gryffindor, Twin of Roxy, son of George and Angelina Weasley.

Roxanne Weasley-16, Gryffindor, twin of Rory, daughter of Geaogre and Angelina.

James Sirius Potter-17, Gryffindor, Son of Harry and Ginny Potter.

Albus Potter-16, Slytherin, Son of Harry and Ginny Potter.

Lily Luna Potter-14, Gryffindor, daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter.

Victoire Weasley- 21, prior Gryffindor, daugther of Bill and Fleur Weasley

Dominique Weasley- 16, Gryffindor, daughter f Bill and Fleur Weasley.

Louis Weasley- 14, Gryffindor, son of Bill and Fleur Weasley.

Lucy Weasley-12, Gryffindor, twin of Molly Junior, daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley.

Molly Weasley-12, Gryffindor, twin of Lucy, daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley.

Arnold Weasley-11, Gryffindor, son of Percy and Audrey Weasley.

Shelley Weasley-13, Gryffindor, daughter of Charlie and Ana Weasley.

Remi Weasley-10, Not in attendance of Hogwarts yet, twin of Annon, son of Charlie and Ana Weasley.

Annon Weasley-10, not in attendance of Hogwarts yet, twin of Remi, son of Charlie and Ana Weasley.

Members of the Brood that are not technically related:

Teddy Lupin-24, prior Gryffindor, Godson of Harry and Ginny Potter.

Lauren Furnell-16, Gryffindor, Friends with Rose, Girlfriend of James Sirius Potter.

Dylan Parker- 17, Gryffindor, friends with James, Fred and Rose.

Scorpius Malfoy-16, Slytherin, frineds with Albus Potter. Enemy of Rose Weasley.

Lorcan Longbottom-17, Ravenclaw, twin of Lysander, son of Neville and Luna Longbottom.

Lysander Longbottom-17, Ravenclaw, Twin of Lorcan, son of Neville and Luna Longbottom.

(I hope tis has been helpful. I may have to add to it later, when more ppl join in the madness, like the malfoy twin girls and friends and gfs n bfs of other brrod members)

Chapter 25: Christmas Morning

I wake up late on Christmas morning to the feel of a particularly heavy weight on my feet, fighting the urge to kick my legs and dislodge the cause of my discomfort. I used to jump up out of bed early every Christmas, but it gets so frustrating when I'm awake and have my gifts opened and then have to wait forever for the rest of the family to get up. So that I can show them all off. It was even worse when Hugo and I were little. Mum used to make us wait until we were all down in the living room together before we could open any of them. I'm so glad that as we all got older she realised how nice it is to sleep in and not have to worry about waiting. It was awful, waiting ages for Dad to drag his sleepy butt out of bed.

Not a bad haul this year, I notice as I examine the pile of presents at my feet. There are heaps of them! Literally heaps! More than last year I think. I sit up slowly and wave my wand at my stereo in the corner. It blares to life, playing obnoxious Christmas carols. I love Christmas carols. I grin as I begin to open my gifts singing along to the carols at a loud and obnoxious volume that is certain to wake up the rest of my sleeping family members.

"HUGO!" I yell loudly, hoping my little brother is already awake. In spite of Mum letting the tradition of us all opening our gifts together slide, sometimes me and Hugo still wait for each other.

I hear my fourteen year old brother's pleased chuckle moments before he rushes into my room , dragging two pillow sacks full of gifts on the floor behind him.

"Merry Christmas Rosie!" He yells happily, letting go of the sacks he's draggging and launching himself onto my bed to wrap me into a brotherly bear hug.

"Merry Christmas little brother!" I say, hugging him back. His flannel pyjama pants are too short for his lanky legs by two inches, I notice when I gets to his feet again. The little brat is still growing, despite being almost six foot already, while I'm stuck forever at five foot three. His ginger red hair is sticking up in every direction and the tank he wore to bed shows off the developing muscles in his arms.

"Well. Maybe not so little anymore huh?" I say, smirking at him. He grins and ruffles my hair. "Not compared to you anyway, shortie." He says snidely. I stick my tongue out at him before assessing the pile of gifts on my feet again.

"Let's get opening!" I cry happily, watching for a moment as Hugo throws himself down onto my bedroom floor and upends both sacks of gifts he was dragging. I smile when he rips into the first one, humming along to the Christmas Carols still blaring from my stereo.

Feeling the warm glow that comes from being with family and seeing them happy I grab my first gift and rip it open.

Gram and Grandpa sent me a new knitted jumper. It's chocolate brown with v-neck and a blood red love heart on the front. Looks like the type of knit jumper I love to laze around in when I'm reading or studying. I know Gram knits them for everyone, but she always makes mine just a little too big for me so that it is slightly baggy and co very comfortable. Excellent! I'm definitely going to wear it today, after all it's part of the Weasley/Potter brood tradition. No matter what else we are given, everyone always wears their new knitted jumper on Christmas day.

I glance over at Hugo as he unwraps his own knitted jumper for the year. His is royal blue with an orange H on the front of it. Gram used to knit mine with an R on the front, but one Christmas she did that and Hugo and I ran around in them until Mum dug out a picture of Dad and Uncle Harry from their first year, both wearing jumpers identical to ours with the respective letters of their first names on them. After that Gram stopped knitting us both jumpers with letters on them, now we get a letter every second year and I picture in between.

From Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny I get a case of replenished potion ingredients, including some rare substances. Like Crustaceous Caterpillar Venom.

Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur got me some sparkly diamond earrings. They are so beautiful. They are the dangly kind and are shaped like large teardrops.

Uncle George and Aunt Angelina got me am African style anklet with complex bead work and cording patterns. I fasten it to my ankle immediately. I love anklets and the one they gave me a few years ago wore out and broke last month.

Uncle Charlie and Aunt Ana got me a book about exotic magical creatures.

From Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey I got a fancy new quill made from the feather of a wedge tailed eagle.

Mum and Dad have bought me some nice new pairs of jeans and some pretty tops to wear at school when I don't have to be in uniform.

I wish I could see the look on my cousin's faces when they realise I got some of them a pet each.

Teddy has sent me a new chess set, the pieces made from ebony. It's beautiful.

Fred's present for me is a pair of strappy red high heels I admired in the summer when I made him come shopping with me. Look at him go, listening when I talk. Freddy is such a sweetie sometimes! No wonder he is my favourite cousin.

James bought me a book called The Art of Lying. I crack up. He would do it too, the little shit. They are all still a little peeved that I wouldn't tell them who I shagged. And that I have been evasively avoiding the entire subject anytime they bring it up. Fred even had the nerve to tell me that I was a rotten liar and needed to polish up on my skills if I didn't want them weaselling the truth out of me. I guess this is James's way of assisting me in that venture. I suspect that James is secretly terrified to know the answer as to who I've been shagging.

Al's gift to me is breathtakingly beautiful. He bought me a shiny silver charm bracelet. It has a howling wolf and a tiny feather quill and a Roaring male lion charm dangling from it.

Dylan sent me a charm to hang from the bracelet, a tiny muggle interpretation of a wizard. How cute. Things between Dylan and I are still slightly awkward, but we have been working hard to erase the tension between us with tireless jokes and incessant pranks on each other, as well as ganging up together to prank James and Fred.

Rory's gift to me is a muggle object made of wood. It has a set of instructions that inform me all the pieces come apart and go back together without using magic or being broken. A brain puzzle to test my coordination and patience. How very sneaky of him.

Louis bought me a silver picture frame with a picture of all of us in the brood inside it. Hugo glance up at me and watches as I cross the room to place the frame on m mantle. It looks very nice.

Arnold got me a bag of assorted candy from Honeydukes. Arnold and I don't have a very close relationship, mostly because I think he is a little toad and he thinks I'm irritating. But we are family so I will always have his back. Although given that he is Uncle Percy's kid, I can't say truthfully that I'm one hundred percent certain he would have mine.

Lucy and Molly sent me a plant in a pot they painted themselves. Its white with daisy's on it. The plant growing inside look to be a rare Herbivorous Hydrangea. How thoughtful. This would've been hard to find and the girls know how much I love plants. This particular plant also has several uses in potion making.

Remi and Annon both got me a pair of socks each. One pair comes to mid thigh and have a black and purple tartan pattern, while the other pair are knee high and pink with white kittens on them. Cute. My youngest cousins are so adorable. I love them to pieces which is good because they adore following me and Freddy around all holidays, getting us to play with them, which is hilarious because it irritates Arnold who is close to them in age than he is to Louis and Hugo.

Shelley sent me a pretty choker necklace made with black cord and red beads. The beads are the same deep colour as my hair. I fasten it around my neck. It sits nicely above my locket, which hangs beneath the hollow at the base of my throat. Hugo nods at me from his place on my floor where he is surrounded by an assortment of gifts and discarded wrapping paper. His eyes speculatively assess the necklace around my throat, and he squints for a moment n concentration at me but nods again without saying anything and goes back to tearing open his presents.

I can't help laughing when I open my gift from Roxy, She bought me a copy of the same book as the one I got her. Great minds really do think alike.

Victoire sent me a pretty new bikini set with a fancy French brand. They are red with metallic black embroidery of small roses. They will be very handy in the summer.

Dominique thought she would be funny and bought me a copy of a muggle sex book called Kama Sutra. Well this might just come in handy. Do you suppose she would've bought it for me if she knew I'm sleeping with the guy she currently has a crush on? I snicker softly and hold the book up to show Hugo.

He starts to laugh for a moment, before a scowl creeps across his face. I think he just realised that while it is a funny gift idea, it instructs his sister in sexual acts. I snort at his scowl and throw one of my pillows at him.

Lily bought me a fluffy new pair of slippers. They are dark brown and lined with sheep's wool. They are very comfortable, I realise as I slide my feet into them and wave them about in the air.

Loz got me a wooden picture frame carved with flowers containing a picture of me, her, Dom and Roxy last summer at the beach in France. We went together last year on a trip to visit with Dom's French grandparents. We make a pretty picture in our bikinis with our wet hair hanging down our backs and our arms wrapped tightly around each other as we beam at the camera.

Hugo looks up to watch me as I open a fancy white Clothing box. I smile at him as I lift the lid.

Hugo bought me a dress. An absolutely amazing formal dress. It has a halter neck and fitted lace-up corset bodice that shows off my cleavage before fanning into a full skirt puffed out with taffeta beneath the smooth red silk. I'm dying to try it on, but I won't until I have opened all my gifts and can show him what it looks like. This would've been so expensive!

"Hugo!" I gasp at him, jumping off the bed to hold it against myself.

"Do you like it Rosie?" He asks me, sounding uncertain.

"I love it!" I tell him, "but it must have been so expensive!"

"It was actually. And I had to enlist the assistance of Roxy and Mum to make sure I got your measurements right. I had it made just for you." He tells me solemnly. I lay the dress carefully over Henry, my armchair, and throw myself at him

"Thank You so much!" I cry, wrapping my arms around him before he can properly get to his feet. Awkwardly he pats my back, trying to hug me, while I have my arms around his neck without lifting me off my feet.

I squeeze him tightly, before letting him go. He is blushing furiously. I chuckle at him

"I hope it fits you, and that you'll look wonderful in it." He mumbles, sinking back to the floor amidst his presents before I can hg him again. He's so adorable when he gets all embarrassed.

Hagrid bought me an instrument. He got me a little flute, an ocarina. It's beautiful, made of fine white dragon bone. I put it to my lips to play it and am astounded at the high sweet notes I'm able to coax from it. I think this may be the best gift of all.

"That's really pretty Rosie." Hugo tells me. He is stuffing opened gifts back into sacks. "I'm gonna go put this stuff in my room ok? I'll be back in a few minutes. One of those gifts is still one from Malfoy isn't it?" he asks me.

"Yes, the little one. The other one appears to be anonymous." I lie smoothly. Holding up the little one, which Malfoy has attached a tag to with the Malfoy insignia on it. Of course the box is from him too, but I get the feeling that it is a clothing box. Knowing him as the pervert that he is is probably contains something demeaning, like a dominatrix outfit or something else equally ridiculous. It wouldn't do to have Hugo knowing something like that was from Malfoy.

"Ooh, an anonymous one. Must be from you're secret boyfriend huh?" Hugo says, his eyes twinkling. "Anyway, given what happened with your gift from Malfoy last year, I'm gonna get all this stuff out of range, just in case. You should probably put away all the new gifts too. I don't think the family will be impressed if your gifts are ruined again. Thanks for the shirts by the way." Hugo says, before dragging his sacks of gifs back out of my room, leaving paper everywhere.

Only two gifts remain on the end of my bed. They are the ones from Malfoy. I like to leave his until last, just in case they are likely to explode, like one did last year, so that I can move everything else to where it can't get damaged or ruined.

One of the packages is small. It fits on my palm. The other looks to be a rectangular box, much like the one my dress from Hugo came in. Ater putting all my other things out of harm's way I reach for the gifts.

I open the small one first. Tearing cautiously at the paper. Anything could be hidden within it, including live creatures. In third year Malfoy sent me a large rock crab from the beach. It lives in a tank on my desk, but the little bastard nipped me with its pincers and scuttled beneath my bed when I opened it. Took all morning to get it out from beneath the bed.

Inside is a black dog collar with long metal spikes studded along it. That prick got me a bloody dog collar. I guess It's better than something explosive. I grin as I unfasten Shelley's gift from my neck. Now that I've seen the dress Hugo got me, I'm thinking the necklace will look amazing with it. In its place I fasten the spiked dog collar. It actually looks kind of cool, I realise when I look in the mirror. If I did my eye make-up heavy and thick I could even pull off the Emo image. I grin as I glance at the skull ring he gave me yesterday. I'm wearing it on my ring finger on my right hand. It fits surprisingly well.

And yes, I'm well aware that is weird to wear an ugly and tacky ring he gave me with a faux proposal. But I figure I might as well constantly remind him about his foolish and irritating behaviour.

Given that the dog collar is obviously my gag gift for the season, I wonder what the other gift from him is. It's a little odd that he bought me a second gift at all. My tummy does a small flip of excited but slightly fearful anticipation. I just have to know what it is.

Cautiously I unwrap it. Inside is a sealed white clothing box, it has a fancy brand name stamped on top of it. I gasp in shock and awe when I lift the lid. It's a clothing box alright, and inside it is a black leather jacket. Did he give me back the jacket of his I stole but had to return? I knew he though I looked good in it. I chuckle darkly.

I gently lift the silky soft leather and hold it out in front of me. It's not the one of his that I borrowed. This one is my size. It has a shiny silver zipper and a flaring collar. I clamber off my bed again and put it on before I look in the mirror.

I look amazing.

The jacket looks as though it has been tailored specifically for me. It hugs every curve and is long enough that it reaches to where my pockets would be on a pair of jeans. The leather clings to me, transforming my body from that of a sixteen year old girl to one that of a woman who belongs on the cover of a men's magazine. This jacket makes me look like a woman in her mid twenties with a body that men would kill for. And I'm wearing pyjama bottoms beneath it!

Where on earth did he get this?

I've never owned anything so amazing, and no doubt expensive. It doesn't have a price tag on it. Maybe Malfoy spent so much money on this that he would feel bad having me know how much it cost. Either that or he really did have it tailor made just for me, and so never had a price tag on it to begin with.

The inside is lined with smooth red silk, but in some ways the soft leather feels silkier than the lining.

Why would he buy me such a gift? I mean, yes we've been shagging all year at school, but we still detest each other. We still go out of our way to be nasty to each other. This gift is amazing. I feel kind of bad that I only bought him a lucky rabbits foot and brewed him a batch of lust potion that he doesn't need.

Why did he buy me this?

Still wearing my new jacket, I find my jeans that I wore to his house yesterday and put my hand into the back pocket. I slide out the picture Mrs Malfoy took of me and her son yesterday. It's a really nice picture, made even nicer by the fact that it is a muggle image. I think it would have lost some of its authenticity if the picture could move.

I have my hands on my hips and a wicked smile on my face, my long red hair hangs over my shoulders to my waist, the shorter blonde ringlet peeks out from beneath Malfoy's chin. His fingers on both hands are buried in my front pockets; however the pockets are too small to fit his whole hands in them. His chin rests on top of my head. The smirk on his face is one of a lazy tom-cat. The one that infuriates me so much. The heat in his eyes is unmistakable as he looks into the camera while he's touching me like that. His hair is floppy and blonde as it hangs over his forehead and into his silvery eyes.

I feel myself smile at the picture, enjoying the thrill I feel every time I see the heated look in his eyes as he touches me.

Still wearing the jacket he gave me I rummage through my closet until I find an old picture frame that I don't use. Opening it, I place the photo inside before taking it over to my mantle, where I place it with the two other new additions to my small collection. Subconsciously I place it in between the one of the entire brood and the one of me and the girls.

As I sit back on my bed I notice a note in the bottom of the box my jacket came in. I pick it up and read the fancy script he writes with.

The Collar is because you're a Bitch and we collar our dogs. And before you read too much into it and have another moral dilemna: The Jacket is because you were right; you look bloody sexy in leather. Merry Christmas, Rose. –S. Malfoy.

I smile at the piece of paper before I move back over to pick up the picture of Malfoy and I. I lift out the back of the frame and hide the note behind the picture. No one can know that he thinks I'm sexy. Or that he even gave me the jacket.

Just as I pull on one of the new pairs of jeans Mum and Dad got me, Mum bursts in the room.

"Merry Christmas Ro..." she pauses in her exclamation as she stares at me in my amazing leather jacket. "Oh Rosie... You look amazing." Mum whispers as she continues to stare at me.

"Merry Christmas Mum." I say moving towards her so I can hug her. She hugs me back, sighing as she touches the soft leather of my jacket.

"Wow Rosie. Was this a gift?" She asks me softly. I nod at her. "It looks amazing. Who gave it to you, honey?" She questions me. I shrug my shoulders at her.

"It was anonymous." I tell her. No one can know that Malfoy bought me anything other than my usual gag gift. That would be bad, it would look suspicious, because it is. And no one can know that Malfoy thinks I look sexy in leather, because that would mean people would know Malfoy thinks I'm sexy, which he is not supposed to do. Malfoy is supposed to detest me, and I'm supposed to detest him. No one can ever know that we dtest each other so much that we are always shagging.