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A/N: It's a short one and I haven't checked it for typos or anything. Sorry about that. I just realized that I hadn't done any fanfiction for a very long time so I sort of scribbled this out last night. Thanks for reading! I might add more later but I'm not sure.

Oak Leaves: Dirty Dishes

"I DON'T WANNA GO!" Shrieked a furious Fred Weasley. His equally angry mother was dragging him down the creaking wooden stairs without any qualms.

"You don't have a choice in this, dear." She replied, her voice quaking a bit. "I promised Mrs. Lovegood that we would pick up Luna and we're already running – "

"I DON'T WANNA GO!" Fred screamed again, not giving his mother a time to finish an explanation of any kind. "I WANT TO STAY HOOOOOME!"

"I refuse to leave you home alone," she replied as he thumped to the foot of the stairs, wailing at the top of his lungs, "because last time I left your brothers in charge I came home to find you trying to feed Scabbers to a garden gnome."

"Mother? Can't you keep the twins quiet?" Percy Weasley whined as he poked his red head around the corner. "I'm trying to teach Scabbers a trick."
The only attention paid to Percy's request was a loud raspberry from Fred as he was yanked through the kitchen door. The eight-year-old Percy sniffed, pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, and stomped back into the den. A moment later, Charlie Weasley came pounding down the stairs while balancing a stack of plates and glasses. He placed the precarious stack onto the wooden kitchen table and ran back up the stairs. After that, the kitchen was silent and remained so until Molly Weasley came home. Fred Weasley had been dragged across Ottery St. Catchpole and into the Burrow's garden before breaking loose from his mother's grip. A madly giggling Luna Lovegood, who had just turned three a month prior, skipped into the kitchen and up the stairs without a moment's hesitation.

Molly eyed the stack of plates suspiciously; trying to guess which of her sons had produced it. Sighing, she uses a quick scouring charm and then hurried up to the third floor after Luna. She found Luna, along with a rambunctious Ginny, poking what seemed to be a ball of red hair in the corner of Ginny's nursery. Molly froze in fright, thinking the girls had somehow found a kneezle. She rushed forward and pulled the girls back only to find a giggling George curled up on the wooden floor.

"What are you three doing?" Molly asked, smirking.

"Mum," George grinned as he sat up, "Ginny just said my NAME!"

A very puzzled Molly stared back at her son, who was trying to flatten his curly red hair back down. She decided to just leave the three alone to their games instead of trying to figure out her son. After all, Ginny had been saying George's name non-stop since May. You would think that after three months, he would get tired of it.

"Weasley's, I'm home!" Arthur Weasley's cheerful voice echoed through the house as he burst through the front door. He ambled into the abnormally quiet kitchen to find his wife setting a massive plate full of freshly baked cookies onto the table. Thuds and bumps could be heard from the multiple stories above them and a peal of laughter ricocheted down the stairs and filled up the kitchen. Molly kissed her husband on the way to the stairs and only needed to shout the word "cookies" before a stampede of children poured into the kitchen from all directions.

"Evening, Dad" Bill said to his father with a wave before he jammed a cookie into his mouth, grabbed two more, and rushed back up the stairs. The rest of the children followed suit, barely pausing to chew their cookies.

"Busy day?" Arthur asked with a smile as Molly picked up the nearly empty plate and set it by the sink, nodding in reply. That would be the closest thing to a conversation that the two of them would have until after the Weasley children and Luna went to sleep later that night.

A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! Do people even read these?