Happy 24th Birthday Arthur!

February 6, 1974

"Happy Birthday Arthur!" chorused the rather large family gathered around the Burrow's small, and cramped living room. Molly placed an enormous chocolate mousse cake in front of him, with frosting dripping down the side in delicious oodles. Three year old Bill, sitting proudly on his father's knee, eyed the monstrous cake with wondrous, large blue eyes.

"Woah!" he exclaimed in complete awe. "That's a big cake, daddy!"

Arthur grinned and rubbed his son's bright, ginger hair affectionately. "It sure is, Billy," he chuckled. "I swear your mother's trying to fatten us all up." He snuck a look up at his wife, who wore a triumphant smile, and winked at her, causing him to smack his arm gently and blush right to the roots of her fluffy, red hair.

"It truly is a wonderful creation, Molly," Cedrella praised from the opposite side of the crowded table as she bounced an awe-struck Charlie on her hip - he had only turned one the previous December, but even he could appreciate the effort and hard work that had been put into that cake.

Molly grinned, pleased with herself. "Thank you Cedrella. Luckily my brothers aren't here."

Arthur laughed. "Fabian and Gideon would have devoured that in a matter of minutes and left none for the rest of us."

The table burst into a happy chorus of laughter. Molly's younger, twin brothers were eleven years old and half-way through their first year of Hogwarts. The two of them had enormous appetites, as most young boys did, and often liked to get up to mischief, both at home and at school. At Christmas, alone, they had consumed an entire leg of ham between them, not to mention twelve puddings and a handful of roast potatoes. And yet, Molly couldn't fathom how they were both as scrawny as a pair of string beans.

"Those two," Edwina, Molly's mother, sighed and shook her head. "No wonder they are so energetic. I'm surprised Dumbledore hasn't expelled them, the amount of times they've stolen from the kitchens. It's only their first year, for Merlin's sake!"

Molly nodded and smirked, eying her two little boys. She often caught herself wishing - as much as she loved her brothers dearly - that Bill and Charlie would be far more sensible, like Arthur had been at school. She didn't know if she had the patience to deal with two more Fabian and Gideons.

"Daddy!" Bill pleaded with his large, blue eyes. "Can I cut the cake? Please?"

Arthur looked to his wife for approval, then - once he received a nod - let his small son's hand wrap around the knife. He put his own hand over the top and carefully guided Bill through the process.

"Carefull, Billy," Bilius teased from his seat next to Septimus. "If you touch the bottom, you have to kiss the nearest girl!"

Just as the words left his uncle's mouth, the knife made a gentle clang as it made contact with the china plate, and Bill looked up at his mother with a trademark smirk.

"Mummy!" he said. "I have to kiss you, now!"

Molly giggled and leaned her cheek down to her son's level. Tiny, slightly moist lips grazed her cheek and Bill grinned up at her. Bilius and Rupert, Arthur's brother, erupted into laughter.

"He's going to be a lady-killer, that one!" Rupert grinned.

"He obviously gets it from me," Bilius puffed up his chest proudly. "Arthur never got very far with the ladies."

"On the contrary," Molly interjected. "I always thought Arthur was very sweet." She leaned down and kissed him sweetly. That, along with her words, caused Arthur to turn the exact colour of his hair. Bill stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"Not in front of the children, Molly!" Rupert laughed and shielded Charlie's eyes, who was still bouncing happily in his grandmother's arms.

"Oh shush," Molly retorted with a grin, before taking the knife from Arthur and serving the monstrous cake to her family. Once the cake had been eaten, and Charlie had most of his smeared on his face, Arthur, Rupert, Bilius and Septimus headed outside, broomsticks under their arms, to continue the tradition Weasley Quidditch match. Molly and Cedrella were left to clean up the table and put Charlie to bed, for he was currently snoozing soundly after his massive feed.

Just before Arthur headed outside, he approached his wife and pulled her into his arms. "Thank you, Molly-wobbles," he whispered and kissed her quickly. She was left blushing and breathless for the rest of the afternoon.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. It's exam block now, so I've had very little time to actually write anything. I just thought this was sweet. Please read and review! I hope you liked it :) xx