Fantasyangel writer- Kingsley has turned out to be one of my favorite characters and I had no idea what he would be like when I first started writing this story.

Isis Stormwing- I have no idea what MWPP means. I've been wondering about that too. I'm always a bit late on fanfiction jargon, but perhaps someone who knows what MWPP means can leave a review explaining this? Also, your comment about Bellatrix's last name really caught me. I guess I didn't think about her last name being different in school. Please pardon my mistake!

Cinderella1- Yeah, some of the ideas in my story are actually real events between my friends and I. I'm never going to point out which ones though. Hehe.

Captain 'Phoenix' Aquamarine- The way I see Quiddich is that Gryffindor won during the James Potter years. James Potter is a first year so far and first years can't play. After James Potter, Charlie Weasley got the Gryffindors to win and after that Harry Potter. : )

Irish Pixie- Glad you do. : )

Chipper1- If I have writer's block (which I have right now actually) I can still put up new chapters every now and then. If I post up all the chapters I've written, and I get a huge writer's block, then I won't update for weeks and lose all of my reviewers! That's why I don't post up everything I wrote at once.

Chapter 7- Christmas

Christmas was approaching steadily. The Quiddich field was no longer in use as several inches of snow covered it. The air was chilly, yet the spirits of Hogwarts' students rose as the upcoming holidays stood on their minds.

"Half a year to go until we graduate!" Kingsley said one day during breakfast. He sighed happily and leaned back in relaxation.

"Going anywhere for the holidays?" Molly asked everyone.

"Going to Australia to see the kangaroos." Kingsley said happily.

"I'll be in Scotland, visiting my grandparents," Moody answered as he reached for the butter to put on his toast.

"I'll just be home with my family. My sister's coming, you know. I bet she's bursting to tell us what's happening during her first year working at the Ministry." Frank rolled his eyes. "I'm telling you, there's no bigger prat than Rose Longbottom."

"My dad is taking me to France," Alice said cheerfully. "Never been there before."

"Lucky you," said Emmeline. "I'm not going anywhere! Just staying home with my dad and my mum."

"What about your Arthur?" Kingsley asked, helping himself to some more bacon.

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," Arthur answered. "My parents are going to visit my brother Percy in Greenland. He's working with ice dragons there."

"Oh, aren't those the animals that are starting to become extinct?" Alice asked.

"That's because they keep on killing each other off," Arthur answered. "What about you Molly? You going anywhere?"

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere either," Molly said, a faint pink coming to her cheeks.

There was a moment of silence after this.

Kingsley let out a low whistle. "Hey, that means you and Arthur here will be together."

"Alone." Frank said in a mysterious tone, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Hmm," Molly said blushing even more. "Alright, who do we have today?"

"Transfiguration and Muggle Studies." Answered Emmeline.

"Jolly good," answered Molly, reaching for the rolls.

* *

"You have ten minutes left," Professor McGonagall, a young woman with reddish brown hair spoke. She walked around the class, examining how her students were doing in transfiguring a teacup into a frog.

Arthur successfully managed to turn his teacup into a frog with five minutes left. Frank finished it very early in class and was hurrying to finish his Muggle studies essay.

Molly's frog still had a teacup handle on its back. Moody's frog still had the pattern of flowers as its skin.

"Alright, time's almost up." Professor McGonagall warned as many students groaned and tried to poke at their frog with their wands, hoping it'll force it to rid of its ceramic shell.

"Aww, Professor McGonagall," said Marigold. "Look at mine! It has a pink rose as its nose! Cute huh?"

"Miss. Patil, if you don't rid the frog of its nose in the next two minutes, I'd have to count points off," Professor McGonagall said. "I grade by quality, not how you adorn your subject."

Molly finally got her frog's teacup handle to vanish and one by one, the students placed their frogs on Professor McGonagall's desk.

"Arthur, since you are not going home for the holidays," said Molly as they walked to Muggle studies. "You think you want to spend it with me?"

Arthur smiled at her and leaned down to Molly and whispered, "Molly, my parents don't really have to visit my brother this year. I just told everyone else that."

Molly's eyes widened. "You mean you purposely want to stay this year so you and I could---?"

"It'll be a fun Christmas, don't you think?" Arthur said, quite chipper.

"HEY WEASLEY!" Lucius Malfoy said loudly. "Heard you're staying for the holidays! Is it because your other brothers are coming home and your house is too small to hold that many people? I bet you all have to take turns visiting, huh?"

"Well, Malfoy, I bet you're excited to go home. Think your father will have another new wife this year? Think she's going to be your age or younger?" Arthur said.

"Arthur, just ignore him!" Molly whispered.

"Don't talk about my father!" Malfoy said, his smirk gone. "And she's not my age!"

"Yeah, well she might make herself up to look older, but we all know she's young enough to be your father's daughter!" Kingsley called as he ran up to Arthur and Molly.

"Git." Kingsley and Arthur said at the same time. Kingsley turned to Arthur and Molly. "You two decided how to spend your Christmas yet?"

Arthur and Molly looked at each other. Molly blushed, Arthur's ears got pink.

"Because I have some suggestions---" Kingsley said.

"Kingsley!" Arthur and Molly said.

"You might want to go try out the Prefects' bathroom for a more…uh…ro-man-tik setting—" Kingsley went on, completing ignoring Arthur and Molly's bewildered faces.

"Or maybe you guys can sneak out to Hogsmeade late at night, just you two alone…"

"Good grief!" said Molly, trying to shoo away first year listeners to the sneaking into Hogsmeade part.

"Underneath the stars…" Kingsley sighed. "Man, I'm making myself excited. Better go see if Emmeline wants to sneak out to Australia over the break. I can floo her over."

He left.

* *

Christmas morning, Molly woke to find a pile of presents at the foot of her bed. She eagerly unwrapped each parcel.

There was a bag of Chocolate Frogs from Alice, a handy crystal charm that repels water off of your robe from Frank, a Sneakoscope from Moody with a note attached,

Never trust anyone! They might deceive you.

Merry Christmas!

-Moody

Also, she received an invisible whoopee cushion from Kingsley with a note attached that told her not to use it on him, a box of rich fudge from Emmeline, and a beautiful silver rose necklace and earring set from her parents.

"Thanks, mum and dad!" she said, her eyes sparkling at the jewelry. "I should send them an owl soon."

She then unwrapped a lumpy, brown parcel with the scrawl, From Arthur on it. She smiled. Inside was a comb set. There was a green butterfly comb made from porcelain, long bobby pins decorated with dragonflies, and pins in the color of gold.

It was a beautiful set and complemented Molly very well as she had long locks of red hair.

She brushed her hair and then, feeling much loved and warm inside, ran to knock on Arthur's dormitory door.

A minute later, the door clicked open and there stood Arthur Weasley wearing a hand knitted sweater with a big 'A' on it.

"Hello Molly," Arthur said smiling.

"I love it!" Molly interjected immediately.

"I hoped so."

"And do you like your…Muggle airplane set?"

"Definitely! I've been trying to piece it together as soon as I opened it." Arthur opened the door wider. "Come in!"

Molly followed Arthur into his dorm where a heap of presents laid on his bed.

Pieces of the airplane kit were lying on the floor. Arthur sat down and hummed as he excitedly continued his work.

They sat in silence for awhile except for the occasional small talk.

"Is there anyone else in here?" Molly asked curiously.

"Nope, just me." Arthur said absentmindedly.

The next thing he knew, a head of red curls had flung herself against his chest.

"Molly!" Arthur said, shocked.

Molly gave him a furtive smile, her eyes sparkling dangerously.

"You can't honestly be occupied with your presents now, Arthur, it's Christmas and we're alone."

Arthur could feel her breath on his neck. She was close, very close. He could see the sparkles in her eyes and feel herself against him.

"I-I uh…" Arthur stuttered.

"It's alright."

Arthur then felt the world spinning and fell back into a dizzy swirl of color.

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A/N: I am now accepting requests and ideas for Arthur/Molly moments. There's no guarantee that your specific request will be written in this story, but I am looking for new ideas. Please send them in if you have one! I'm doing this because I'm losing a BUNCH of reviewers and maybe it's because this story plot line is weak so I'm throwing out a line for outside ideas.