AN: You know the Weasley-boys love food?

Even though not thriving at Grimmauld place 12, Kevin more than survived. One morning around Christmas she had decided to cook breakfast instead of Molly so the older could catch up with her children, Kevin found the Headquarters even had its own charm.

"So things are going all right at the bank?" Molly asked her oldest son, who had wormed one arm innocently around Fleur's shoulders.

"Ze usual," the blonde answered since Bill's eyes and mind were focused on the stove. "Zhings work, but ze goblins are rude creatures."

"Uh-hum," Bill agreed absently as Kevin bent down to get more milk for the pancake-batter.

"How nice," Molly said flatly and moved focus. "Fred, George, I hope you're studying for your NEWTs."

"Course, Mum," Fred answered in the same tone as their brother as Kevin pulled her long, black hair up in a bun on the back of her head, sighed and let it fall back down.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" she turned to ask them.

"Thinks it's just you," Charlie said when he realised his voice was in his throat and had nothing to do with his pants.

"Well, I am standing by this old sauna of a cooker," she said and turned back to flip the pancakes in both frying pans. "Anyone wanna help me chop the head off that house-elf later?" Since Kreacher had refused to do anything for her and all her clothes were dirty she had ended up in her dragon-handling gear. "It's just to help yourself here." She nodded towards the plate with the growing pile of pancakes.

"No, I'm fine," Ron breathed, but Hermione, Ginny and Kaya got up and brought their plates to load on a couple each. The girls found their seats again as Kevin wiped sweat from her brow. Not even the sound of breaking glass brought the five Weasley boys out of their trance.

"Oh no!" Kaya wailed.

"Don't worry," Kevin said and with a point of her wand the shattered glass and juice was gone from the floor. "I'll just get you a new one." She felt the eyes on her back, or rather a little south of that as she went over to the cupboard over the sink, the door creaked as she opened it and she stretched up to reach the middle shelf, her corset not following fully.

"Fudge's so full of nonsense," Hermione said as she opened The Prophet and Kevin went over to her daughter and filled the glass with juice for her.

"What did he do now?" the vampire asked and supported her palms on the short end of the table, lifting one leg as she bent over to see. Hermione pushed the paper towards her so they both could read. George swallowed audibly as his, as well as his brothers', eyes flickered between Kevin's cleavage and the dusty reflection in the old mirror behind her. "Nah, nothing new, I already knew the Ministry's full of shit." She almost stood up again, then skimmed through the end of the article.

"Kay?" Fred said and her eyes snapped to him.

"Yeah, what is it?" she asked.

"Er... Nothing," he muttered and looked at the table for a moment.

"Merlin, I'm almost burning your food," she exclaimed and hurried over to the stove to save the pancakes. As she filled the pans with batter again she noticed how low her top had sneaked and hastily pulled it up again.

"Bill?" Fleur said a bit annoyed.

"Uh-hum?" His mind didn't have room enough to make proper words right now as Kevin wriggled her hips to a tune stuck in her head.

"I want to go out and 'ave croissants," Fleur said and sighed. Bill's brain registered 'go out' and got his eyes to the blonde.

"Huh?"

"Pancakes make me so, oh, what is ze word?" Fleur put a finger to her pursed lips.

"Obnoxious," Ginny suggested down in her glass.

"Please, Fleur, you haven't lived before you'd have some of Kay's pancakes," Bill said and pecked her cheek. "Please, just a little, then we can go, okay?"

"Okay," the blonde grumbled and crossed her arms. Kevin ran her fingers through her hair as she turned away from the scorching stove.

"I'm gonna need a shower after this, it's a hundred and forty degrees over here," she said, sounding slightly flustered. A single glistering drop of sweat ran from her collar-bone, down her chest and between her breasts, being followed carefully.

"You could take off some clothes," George suggested airy, supporting his head in his hand.

"Yeah, it's soon I'll do that!" she said and turned another round of pancakes. "You wouldn't think this was too warm, but it's black and does not breath!"

Sirius descended the stairs, tousle-haired and unshaved, gave a quick glance around the room before making his way by Kevin, giving her rear a quick slap and commenting, "you look like my mother," before sitting down by the end of the table beside Ron.

"You bastard!" Charlie exploded. Everyone turned to him and he flushed to match his hair. "I mean, here she is, making us a delicious breakfast and he says she looks like that horrible painting," he stuttered and looked down at his lap.

"Painting's nothing against the real thing," Sirius mumbled darkly.

"How would you know it's delicious? No one have made any attempts at eating it," Kevin said as she put the pans in the sink to clean them later and placed the full pancake-plate in the middle of the table. "Tuck in!"

"We have," Kaya said.

"And it's the best I've ever had," Ginny said, glaring over at Fleur.

"You heard her, tuck in," Bill said, freeing his arm and reaching for at least two at once with his fork.

"Might as well, this day can't get any worse," Sirius grumbled and helped himself before Kevin placed herself on his lap.

"What's with you now?" she asked and ran a nimble finger over his jaw-line.

"Nothing," he answered and she stopped in the middle of stroking over his chin. "It's not you, just didn't sleep well."

"You could waken me and we could have taken a game of poker," she said a tad hurt.

"Poker, is that what they're calling it now," George commented quiet enough for just his twin and Charlie to hear. The older snorted before searching the table for jam.

"Oh, I forgot the blueberry," Kevin quipped and jumped up. As she stretched up in the pantry Charlie tipped his chair a bit to get a view undisturbed by Sirius profile, then a bit more and a little more, just to be able to trace the line of her shoulder-blades under her pale skin. George grabbed the back of the chair and pulled him back, the two wooden legs hitting the stone floor hard and loudly. "No one's gonna help me? – No, I got it!" She went back to the table and placed the jar in front of Charlie.

"Thanks," he said and unscrewed it.

"I know it's your favourite," she answered him and positioned herself on Sirius' lap again. "Look how cute they are," she whispered into the dark hair and pointed down the table, where Bill and Fleur was feeding each other. Sirius grunted in response.

"The Harpies' playing the Ballycastle Bats the third of January," Ginny said loudly when a bit of jam from the rolled-up pancake-piece on Bill's fork dripped down on Fleur's chin and he hastily scooped in to lick it off, snatching a kiss in the process.

"That'll be great," Charlie said flatly.

"I think it will," Ginny continued in the same fashion as Fleur didn't let Bill get away so fast. "I mean, I'm a Harpies' girl, but Ballycastle got some good players, too." When the redhead and blonde parted again Ginny's brow-line was as flat and thin as her mouth.

"We'll take a stroll around the neighbourhood," Bill said as he and Fleur stood up, leaving their plates half-empty.

"Be careful and take care," Molly said as the couple headed for the stairs.

"We will, Mum," Bill said, keeping his voice cheerful. Kevin got off Sirius to take Bill's vacated seat and tuck in on the on the food he left, drawing several stares.

"What? It's still food," she said to her defence. "He's not eating it and I'm not chunking it in the bin!"

"I don't know if I'm disgusted or turned on," Sirius said sarcastically before hiding behind the paper.

"Hey, he stole your line," Fred said and swatted Charlie's shoulder.

"Shut it," Charlie muttered back and reached for another pancake.

"Mum, you do know there is enough food for everyone here?" Kaya said.

"Yes, I cooked it," Kevin shot back.

"I can't see how you manage to – you know that was in her mouth?" Ginny and cocked an eyebrow at the vampire. "It's probably full of phlegm!"

"Ginny, that's not nice," Molly said with underlying humour in her voice.

"Gin-Gin, tell you something," Kevin said, holding her fork up as if to pierce the girl and swallowed hard. "I've had much worse things in my mouth." The twins and Charlie choked on their juice, Fred recovered first and George soon came around to thump their older brother's back hard.

"Like what?" the redheaded girl asked and crossed her arms.

"We're eating." Kevin continued to chew, unaffected by the silent rage visible in Ginny's face. As the silence spread the vampire had fun with coming up with other replies, such as 'Bill's dick', 'moonshine' and 'Charlie's blood'.

"Pat O'Donnely died," Sirius said.

"Okay," Kevin said slowly. "Do we know him? We kinda knew one, but he died long ago, didn't he?"

"No, we thought he did, then it turned out to be a printing mistake and it was really Paddy, not a Pat," Sirius said and turned the page.

"Oh... That sucks," Kevin got out at last. "But he had to be beyond old now?"

"A hundred and six," Sirius said and sighed.

"Hmm," Kevin said and finished the pancake and moved on to Fleur's left-overs. "Ron, you have something on your collar." She got up and around the table to inspect. "Looks like a spider."

"Ah, gerritoff!" Ron had jumped to his feet and started tugging at the shirt, getting it over his head and off, but continued to brush his hands over his neck and hair. Kevin picked the clothing up from the floor and turned partly away from the table as she unclasped the corset and put on the shirt.

"Ron, I think you have got it away now," Hermione said with a tired expression as Charlie tried not staring too obviously at Kevin like he hadn't seen her before.

"Sure?" Ron said as he sat down beside Hermione again. "Sure it's not in my hair?"

"Yes, Ronald," she said sharply. His ears turned red and he was about to put his shirt on again to hide it for a moment only find it wasn't where he had dropped it.

"Looking for something?" Kevin asked with a grin and he turned to look at her.

"That's mine!" he said and pointed to her.

"You amaze me," Hermione muttered in a bored tone.

"But it's mine! I'm wearing that!"

"Not any more, Ronni-kins," George said and snickered.

"Ah, I was gonna have that today," Ron groaned.

"Honestly, Ron, you always say you hate maroon anyway," Hermione said as Kevin rolled up the sleeves.

"Whereas I can pull it off," Kevin said and did a small pirouette.

"And what am I gonna wear? I'll just go around half-naked?" Ron said hotly.

"Fine by me," Hermione said in the same I-don't-care tone, but her cheeks turned pink.

"You have other clean clothes, I don't," Kevin said before going back to her seat.

"This was fun, but we'll better get going," the twins announced and got up, taking their dirty dishes over to the counter before their mother could open her mouth.

"I'll go with you," Charlie said flatly, letting his eyes wander from Black to Kay a couple of times before following his brothers.

"That would be great," Fred said and threw an arm over Charlie's shoulders.

"You see, we have tweaked the recipe for the Nosebleed Nougats a bit," George followed with as he did the same on the other side.

"And it would be great to have someone else's opinion."

"You know, if it's too strong or weak, or have any side-effects we haven't discovered yet."

Charlie groaned, why couldn't his brothers understand "I'll go with you" was code for "I can't stand being her a moment longer!"

"Spiffing!" They hauled him with them up the stairs.

"Great," Ginny groaned when they were gone. "I just remembered I have an essay due just after the holiday."

"Good thing you remembered it now," Molly said. "Then you still have some time to work on it."

"Yeah, great," Ginny said flatly.

"I can help you, I was going to study afterwards anyway," Hermione said. "We have a potion essay -"

"We do?" Ron interrupted.

"Yes, we do." She shook her mane back before continuing. "I was going to start yesterday, but I didn't get time and now we have the whole day."

"Lucky us," Ron muttered and stood up. "You done?"

"Seeing as my plate have been empty for quite some time, yes," she snapped back.

"Well, let's go." He headed for the stairs without waiting for the girls, but they hurried to keep up with him.

"What's with them?" Kaya commented.

"Young love," Kevin sighed, causing her daughter to shake her head.

"I think I'll go up and how my knitting is going," Molly said and sat the dishes to wash themselves.

"Can I come with you?" Kaya asked at once.

"Of course," Molly said. In the silence after they exited Kevin looked at the paper covering her lover's face.

"Padfoot?"

"Yeah?" he grunted.

"Just wondered if you were still alive."

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"That's it!" She got to her feet and stomped over to him, ripping the paper out of his hands. "What's with you, PMS?"

"Nothing," he snapped and threw the paper-pieces in his hands away. "Nothing!"

"Fine, go up to your old room and be moody with Harry!" She fixed one hand on her hip.

"Go to hell!"

"Sirius," she said softer and sat down on the table, scootching herself along so she was in front of him. "Wanna talk about something?"

"No," he barked.

"Okay," she said and sighed deeply. "Is there some kind of Dementor-thing here everyone but me is affected by?"

"Don't talk to me about those." He repressed the shudder, but stared straight ahead and down so his gaze ended on her crotch.

"Sorry," she said. "It's just that everyone's grumpy and mad and have fuse shorter than... Shorter than Molly's. Is there some kind of Snivellus-virus going around?" It tugged a little at the corner of his mouth.

"No, it's the house," he said flatly. "It's cursed or something."

"Sirius." She placed a couple of fingers under his chin and lifted his head as she leaned forward. "Anything I can do to cheer you up?" A smile played on her lips and he captured it with his own softly.

"Maybe," he replied. She kissed him deeper and he slid an arm around her waist. Someone cleared their throat behind her and she whipped around.

"Hi, Moony, Tonks," she said and jumped down only to be pulled down on Sirius' lap again from behind.

"Wotcher," Tonks retorted as she took a chair and turned it to straddle it.

"There's pancakes if you want, just find a plate for yourself, I seem to be captured." She wriggled as she was tickled and Remus took the seat next to Tonks.

"Thanks, but we've already eaten," the werewolf said. Kevin furrowed her brows, he looked happy enough, but thin and the clothes hung no better on him than a hanger.

"Ran into Bill and Fleur," Tonks said. "They're so sweet together I was afraid I'd puke."

"With you on that," Kevin said. "It's good that they love each other and that stuff, but get a grip!"

"Ah, like you two were any better," Sirius said and looked from the woman in his lap to his friend.

"By God we were!" Kevin objected. "Bill and Fleur beats even James and Lily!"

"True, actually," Sirius agreed.

"Well, I think she have to get her teeth checked, seemed like he had to chew the food first then transfer it to her mouth," Tonks said. Kevin laughed and the hold around her tightened.

"I've never seen him like this and I've seen some pretty strange things involving the Weasley boys," Kevin said and shook her head. "A first time for everything, I guess."

"As long as they have a good time together," Remus put in.

"Can I ask you something?" Tonks leaned towards Kevin.

"You just did," Kevin retorted. "But go on."

"Sorry if I offend you, but Charlie, he's kinda strange, isn't he?" A pink eyebrow was cocked and Kevin's lips narrowed.

"Strange how?" the vampire asked.

"Well, he just, you know..." Tonks said. "Okay, he looks retarded."

"How nice of you," Kevin said in an icy voice. "I can assure you there's nothing wrong with Charlie, he's a nice guy with a couple of skeletons in his closet, but who doesn't have them?"

"Sorry, I just – I had coffee this morning," Tonks said.

"Me too," Kevin said and relaxed her shoulders again.

"We're doomed," Sirius said to Remus, who gave a small smile.

"G'morning," a sleepy Harry said as he went down the stairs. The adults watched him as he went around the table and slumped down beside Sirius.

"Pancake?" Kevin asked and gestured towards the plate.

"No," Harry answered. Kevin turned to look at Sirius, but he shook his head, she couldn't cheer Harry up the same way.

"Anything else?" Kevin asked.

"No," Harry answered again.

"Not hungry?" Tonks said.

"Think I'm still full after the Christmas dinner," Harry muttered to the table.

"Not an impossibility," Sirius said. "I was starting to wonder what Molly stuffed more, us or the turkey."

"Uh-hum," Harry said absently and grabbed a pancake after all, chewing it slowly.

"I think -" Kevin began, but stopped when a roar was heard several floors above them and everyone except Harry looked towards the ceiling.

"Fred, I'll turn you inside-out!" Charlie's voice carried through them. "Then I'll smear glue all over, stick you to George's back, before I do the same to him!" Thundering footsteps in the stairs was the next that was heard.

"As I was about to say, I think we all need a trip outside," Kevin said.

"Easy for you to say," Sirius said darkly.

"If Charlie had brought the dog with him it would be a wonderful day to go for a walk with it," Kevin said airy.

"You suck at being subtle," Sirius told her and pulled her into a kiss.