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Rockin Around The Christmas Tree

The house was mostly quiet for once and James sat pensively in front of the glittering tree. His thoughts were directed towards what Rose – he knew she was behind this, he just knew it – had done on the train home. She was going to pay for the humiliation he and Fred had gone through.

Albus and Lily were both out at friends – Al over at the devil's house, Rose and Lily over at the Scamander's though he doubted Lorcan would be there. Despite the two being god-siblings Lily and Lysander got along better and Lorcan wasn't one for childish games.

James sighed before climbing to his feet. He would have to get her back for this but right now he couldn't be bothered. Instead he headed over to the fire and floo-called Molly to see what she was doing. Reading. Again. The girl needed help.

'Oi Molls! Think you can drag your nose from that monstrosity and help alleviate my boredom?' he asked her nicely and she raised her eyebrows at the language he used. They both knew he was just using what would be heard coming from Al's mouth to gain attention and she sighed and motioned for him to come through. He pulled his head back and after quickly scribbling a note to his parents he dived through the emerald flames once more, stumbling out in Molly's living room.

She barely looked up from her book and James bounced over and tore it from her hands.

'James! Give that back,' she cried and James grinned.

'Only if you give me some attention,' he replied and she sighed.

'Fine you brat, what do you want to do?' she asked as he handed over her book.

'I dunno,' he said shrugging and Molly growled slightly.

'Then pick something,' she demanded and James smirked slightly. Riling Molly up was just too much fun.

'You're the host,' he insisted and she glared at him.

'Why did you come over then?' she huffed turning back towards her book but James leapt forward and snatched it off the couch.

'No!' he cried. 'No reading! You have a guest! You must pay them proper attention!'

'I see no guest,' she bit back. 'I only see an unwelcome pest.'

'That hurt Molls,' he said. 'That really hurt.'

'Oh get over it and give me back my book,' she demanded and James shook his head.

'No,' he said childishly.

'Stop acting like a baby and give it back,' she commanded.

'No,' he repeated and she growled and leapt forward but James, who anticipating this move, jumped to the side and out of her reach.

'James,' she cried in irritation and lunged forward again but once more James' Quidditch reflexes allowed him to escape. He leapt behind the couch and Molly, forgoing her father's rules and her own strict set of behaviour codes, leapt upon the couch, over the back and tackled him to the floor.

'Ow! Molly!' he cried though he was laughing; this was the reaction he had wanted. He always managed to bring out Molly's best side though many would call it her worst.

'Give it back now James,' she said as she sat on his back, holding him down.

'Okay, okay,' he said and let go of his hostage which Molly scooped up into her arms and climbed off of him. He rolled over and grinned at her and she stuck her tongue out at him. 'My, my you're in a fantastic mood today,' he commented and she sauntered away.

He chuckled as he clambered to his feet and sat down next to her on the couch. She studiously ignored him, her attention completely on her book. He sighed slightly before leaning forward and tugging on one of her red curls. She looked up and glared at him.

'I'm sorry Molls,' he said softly and Molly's glare softened against her will. She hesitated before sighing and swinging her legs over his lap before she returned to her book. James grinned knowing she had forgiven him and he rested his head back against the couch and eyed the book.

'What are you reading?' he asked in that same quiet voice not many heard him use. Molly was one of the lucky ones as was Emma and when his siblings were sick and he brought them breakfast in bed.

'A Christmas Carol,' she replied. 'It seemed fitting,' she added when she noticed his raised eyebrow.

'Okay,' he replied sceptically and she turned to face him.

'Well, let's see what you think later,' she said before clearing her throat and turning to the next sentence. '"What else can I be", returned Scrooge, "when I live in such a world of fools as this?"'

I'm sorry this late but between friends breaking down and family get together's I had no time yesterday. I hope you enjoyed this, these two are two of my favourites. Please review before favouriting/following! Thanks