A/N: Sorry for not updating in 300 years! (About…a rough estimate)

But this will be long to make up for it! I have six to go, by the way!

Disclaimer: NOTHING is mine. Only the sentences come from MY brain, but I suppose that I owe my brain to my parents for helping construct it…oh well, anyway, ONWARD!

Mistletoe

Green

Christmas, the month after Billie was born, I felt so old. Arthur and I had to get ready for the company that was coming over—his brother, Bilius, and Auntie Muriel, and Gideon and Fabian—and take care of our not-yet-one-moth-old baby. We had no time for ourselves. I decorated, cooked, cleaned, and slaved. I almost screamed at my poor Bill, but I caught myself.

It seemed that my marriage was strained as well. We'd been married for about four years, but we'd never been so busy. We went our separate ways during the day, me talking care of Billie and getting ready for the company, Arthur with his Muggle artifacts and Ministry work.

Nevertheless, at night, I would snuggle up close to him and whisper in his ear, "I love you, Arthur Weasley."

"I love you, Molly Prewett Weasley."

And I'd kiss him and drop off to sleep. One morning I woke up to find we had fallen asleep holding hands.

On Christmas day, Auntie Muriel arrived first. "Molly, you really should do something about those skinny wrists of yours. Everything else is quite plump, and then you have those wrists…" She clicked her tongue at me, and I reddened. "But perfectly lovely decorations, dear. Here, hang this up. Mistletoe—I do love catching people under these!" She cackled a bit, as is her way.

"Muriel! Welcome to our home. This is William, and he's not yet a month old."

She shook her head and told us that Bill had a 'perfectly horrendous shaped mouth, but an altogether becoming nose.'

I'm sure she would have moved on to Arthur, but just then my brothers came in, without ringing the Muggle bell.

"Mollikins!" shouted Gideon.

Fabian hugged me, and I grinned. Suddenly, I felt young again, with my rambunctious brothers.

"Gid, Fabe," Arthur said, shaking their hands respectively.

"Artie…" Gideon regarded him with twinkling eyes and a stern mouth.

"How have you been treating Mollikins, then, little brother?" asked Fabian.

"Oh, perfectly awful, I'm sure," Gideon cut in.

They began making their usual cracks and I rolled my eyes with a groan. "For Merlin's sake, you two, stop making fun of my husband!" I joked, leaning against Arthur, who laughed and supported me, as I knew he would.

"Well, it is in their nature. With two oddballs like those, it's a wonder you aren't mental, Molly dear," Arthur smiled.

"For Merlin's sake, Arthur, stop making fun of our sister," shouted Gideon and Fabian together, pretending to be livid.

Auntie Muriel pursed her lips together and shook her head.

"Shall we go on to the living room?" asked Arthur, who still held our baby.

"And who is that little Weasley baby?" cooed Gideon once we had settled in, as he was apt to get more sentimental than Fabian.

"This is William Septimus Weasley. He's twenty-six days old."

"Oh, Moll, Arthur, he's beautiful," Fabian said.

"Ca—should—would you let me hold him?" breathed Gideon, his eyes wide.

"Of course," Arthur said, and handed our baby to my irresponsible brother. I breathed in sharply, but Arthur sent me a look that said, 'This is Gid we're talking about, Mollywobbles.'

I relaxed and smiled as I watched my brothers cradle our child. Minutes elapsed in silence before Auntie Muriel cut in with a stern, "You know Fabian, or Gideon, whichever one is holding the infant now—you really should do something about that peculiar hairstyle."

"Oh, Muriel, come off it," Fabian—whom she was addressing—joked. "You know the woman like men with peculiar hairstyles that their aunt-in-laws hate."

She wrinkled her nose expertly and was about to reply when the bell rang.

"Why do you have such a stupid Muggle contraption, Artie?" I heard Gideon ask insensitively as he trotted after Arthur to get the door.

I rolled my eyes. "So, Fabian, how's work?"

"Dangerous," was all Fabian said, picking at a stitch in the blanket he'd draped over himself. Clearly, he didn't want to talk about work.

"I see. Oh, and have a new girlfriend yet?" I teased.

He wrinkled his nose and laughed. "Not quite, Molly dear."

I laughed to, and by then his twin, my husband, and his brother appeared in the room.

"Oh, hello, Bilius, lovely to see you," I said politely, standing up and hugging him.

The truth is, I didn't much care for him—he was so disruptive. But then again, rather like Gideon and Fabian, so maybe I was just prejudiced.

"Molly, love! Charmed, charmed, I'm sure!" he shouted loudly. His breath smelled faintly of Firewhisky, but I was rather sure he wasn't drunk.

"Auntie Muriel! My, my, you are looking spi-ffy!" he said, moving on around the room.

"Hey, Bilius," Fabian began—

"Fabe, my boy! Perfectly spectacular to see you!"

"Calm down a bit, Bilius," Arthur said, rocking Bill back and forth, "We've got a baby here."

"And who is this lovely edition to your blooming family, Arthur?"

"William Septimus Weasley."

"Septimus, eh?" Bilius looked disgruntled for a moment, then—"How perfectly scrumptious!" as though Bill were a new type of Bertie Bot's Every Flavored Beans.

Fabian sighed and sat back because Bilius was rather ignoring him, with Gideon laughing at his tragic expression.

"Dinner then, yes?" I asked, to quench the sudden silence.

"Oh, quite, quite!" screamed Bilius, apparently forgetting about Bill.

"For Merlin's sake…" muttered Fabian, who ran up to him and shouted loudly, "QUITE!"

"Oh, yes, yes, dear Gideon!"

"I'm Fabian, sir," my brother said seriously.

"Really? No, no, I think you're Gideon. Now, Gideon, what were you saying in the hall about Fabian? His new lady friend or whatnot?"

Fabian didn't miss a beat. "Oh, yes. Actually, I was talking of my own lady friend, but Fabian stole her away because he is so dreadfully handsome."

He and Bilius progressed into the kitchen, as a laughing Gideon ran after, shouting, "No, no, I'm not nearly as handsome as dear, sweet Gideon!"

Auntie Muriel shook her head and made her careful way to the kitchen, muttering under her breath about how, "youngsters these days never help women my age!"

I laughed, and then looked at Arthur. He was looking upward, with a blush creeping to his face.

I looked up too, and lo and behold, mistletoe hung there invitingly.

"Well, Arthur, we must obey, correct?"

"With pleasure," he said, and dipped me.

A/N: Random, really…did you like it? Oh, by the way, I decided since Uncle Bilius is 'the life and soul of every party' that he would be loud and annoying to Molly…if anyone knows more about him and his personality, I'd love some feedback. REVIEW!