Descended from Greatness

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Despite being from arguably the closest knit family in the wizarding world, Molly hated going home for the holidays. Or at least, she hated the week spent at home before her family took off for the Burrow. She'd come to privately refer to it as "Hell Week", a week of stuffy family dinners where she lied about enjoying her studies, a week of pretending to attend an all girls private school while her muggle grandparents visited.

Their first night home she tried desperately to keep the conversation off herself at the dinner table.

Her mother had cooked a fantastic meal as usual, and her father was giving both his daughters the third degree, as usual.

"So Molly, how are prefect duties?"

Molly chewed just a little bit longer than necessary before answering, "Great, just great, actually I had a meeting with Flitwick the other day, and he says that even this early he can tell that Lucy will be a prime candidate for prefect in her fifth year."

Her deflection was rewarded as her father began talking animatedly with Lucy about what an impact she'd made.

Dessert was being served before Molly was in the spotlight again, just as she'd been beginning to believe she'd get out of the meal relatively unscathed.

"So I haven't received a single owl from McGonagall this year," her father Percy leant forward, a proud smile forming, "I assume your behavior has been without flaw this year?"

Molly nodded, looking at her chocolate sauce instead of at her father, "Yes, there really isn't room to be breaking rules when you're a prefect."

Percy grinned again, "I really must say Molly, I think this has been a fantastic experience for you, even your grades have improved."

Seeing her opening she jumped, "They really have improved, of course I'm not top of my class, that's where Lucy comes in, she's really brilliant Dad, she's doing fantastically in all her courses. You should hear the professors rave about her."

After dinner Molly took refuge in her room, pulling out her quills and parchment.

"Dear George,

Hell Week is off to a great start, it honestly couldn't end soon enough. I hope your holiday's are less depressing than my own!

Are you and your family planning on coming to the Burrow at all this year? I know Uncle George would love to see all of you. And I won't lie I would love the distraction.

Counting the days – Molly."

She tied the letter to her owl Pawk's leg and opened the window so he could leave. He nipped her affectionately before taking off. With Pawk gone Molly set to work hiding all proof of magic in her room. Her muggle grandparents would be arriving the next morning, and seeing text books on Charms and Potions would probably raise a few questions. She performed the extension charm her Aunt Hermione had taught her on her school trunk and into she managed to fit all her wizarding paraphernalia, including Pawk's large cage. That done she shoved the trunk beneath her bed and changed into her nightclothes, welcoming sleep.

"Now Molly do stand still, let me get a look at you! You are gorgeous sweetheart, you look just like your mother, don't let the red hair fool you darling, you got your good looks from our side of the family."

Her grandmother had been studying her for what felt like hours, she finally moved on to Lucy, exclaiming that she wasn't being fed nearly enough, and Molly was able to breathe again. She was just about to retreat to the living room when she saw Pawk through the foyer window, pecking with a letter tied to his leg. She fought the urge to curse under her breath, she hadn't expected George to write back so quickly, she made panicky eye contact with her father whose face had turned red upon noticing the owl.

Her mother quickly reacted, inviting her parents into the kitchen for some tea and as soon as they were safely away Molly darted to the window and let Pawk in, pulling the letter swiftly from his leg and patting him as an apology for her lack of treats.

"What were you thinking Molly? Our home is not an owlery, we can't have this happening all week! You should have known better."

Molly apologized to her father, recanting her claim that she hadn't expected Pawk back for days.

He simply shook his head, "Just put him upstairs and please don't let this happen again, your mother hates it when I have to perform memory charms on her parents."

It wasn't until late that night that Molly was finally permitted to escape to her room and read Georges reply.

"Molly,

I will admit my holiday's are going much better than yours. I know it's not much consolation that I wish I could help, but on a brighter note I will be seeing you shortly. My father has ensured me we'll be spending some of our holiday at the Burrow (he never passes up a chance to relive the glory days with your uncles). I promise to be as distracting as I possibly can.

See you soon – George."

Molly found it hard not to grin, just five more days of suffocation and she'd be at the burrow with her cousins and George. Unable to help herself she wrote back.

"George,

I've read somewhere that the thought is what counts, so I guess I'll accept your well wishes. I'm thrilled you'll be at the Burrow, it's impossible to put up with James and Fred without some help.

Looking forward to the distraction – Molly."

Molly reread the final line, was she flirting? She shrugged it off, she was far too stressed to add any other concerns to her workload.

She tied the letter to Pawk and addressed him sternly, "I'm going to leave my window open, bring it back up here, not anywhere else, you got me in trouble last time."

Pawk dipped his head and flew out the window, leaving Molly alone once more.

The next five days dragged by as her muggle grandparents spent most of the days discussing various ailments and doctors along with recently deceased friends, only to derive from those topics to ask Molly and Lucy about their schooling, which resulted in uncomfortable silences and awkward lies. Eventually it ended, as it always did, the night before the Weasley's were set to head to the burrow they bid their muggle grandparents goodbye, promising not to wait so long before the next gathering and wishing each other a happy Christmas. As soon as the door closed Molly let out a loud sigh, "Thank Merlin their gone!"

This earned her a scathing look from her mother causing her to backtrack quickly, "I mean I love them, really I do, but it's hard to lie constantly."

At this her mum's gaze softened and she pulled Molly into a warm hug, "I know darling, and it means the world to me that you all do so much to keep them a part of our lives."

Molly returned the hug, pulling Lucy and her father in as well. High expectations being what they were, she wouldn't give her family up for anything.

The next morning they arrived at the Burrow, immediately flooded by a swarm of red hair and hugs. Nana Molly complained as per usual that Percy had been underfeeding the girls, and Molly and Lucy quickly snuck off to the back garden where the rest of their cousins were already sat, snacking and catching up.

"Oi, if it isn't Molly Molly Two Shoes making an appearance!" James shouted from across the garden, enveloping her in a hug when she reached them.

Fred mussed her hair and grinned, "About time Molls, we'd all but given up on you, thought you'd opted for early graduation and taken a secretary position at the ministry."

Molly scoffed, "That'll be the day, I'll do that when you get a girl without a mental illness to snog you!"

The cousins fell to the grass laughing and Fred retorted, "Plenty of sane girls have snogged me!"

"Me thinks he doth protest too much." Molly returned, mixing a handful of grass into Fred's already unruly curls.

He reacted quickly, sitting up and frantically trying to brush the grass from his hair, "Come on Molly, not the hair!"

"Don't worry mate," James offered, "I still think you're pretty."

The two boys devolved into a wrestling mess leaving Molly to sigh and shake her head, "Really, you two are worse than toddlers."

"Hey!" James cried, struggling against Fred's chokehold, "I'll have you know I've been potty trained for years!"

"Year." Fred corrected before James flipped him over.

Dominique approached then, grinning at Molly, "Thank god you're finally here, they've been like this for days, I thought I was going to lose my mind."

Molly returned the smile and stood to hug her older cousin, "Oh you get used to it, believe me, if I didn't I'd be insane by now."

Dominique laughed, "Well it's about to get pretty insane around here now."

"Why?"

"Haven't you heard?"

Molly felt frustrated, she wasn't used to being out of the loop, "No we just got here, muggle grandparents and all."

"So you haven't seen Victoire yet?"

"No." Molly restating, feeling like that had been obvious.

Dominique bit her lip and looked about the garden, her older sister nowhere in sight, "Oh, well I figure she would have wanted to tell you herself, but she doesn't seem to be around."

"Oh just tell me!"

Dom smiled conspiratorially, "It's her and Teddy, he finally popped the question!"

Molly squealed in a very un-Molly fashion, causing Fred and James to break apart from their wrestling match and jump up, "That's fantastic! I have to go congratulate them!"

Dominique took her back to the sitting room where she'd last seen the couple, as they departed Molly could have sworn she heard Fred and James complaining about 'bloody women'.

Back inside the burrow they girls past through the kitchen where Nana Molly was bossing most of their aunts and uncles around in an attempt to prepare what seemed like enough food to rival the annual Hogwarts feast.

"Ronald, peel the potatoes don't butcher them! Hermione dear, please help him."

"Ginny watch that pot it's about to boil over, I swear you'll burn this place down before the end of the week."

"Bill! The turkey won't baste itself! And Harry I don't care how many times you save the world darling, if you ruin my pies I will finish what Voldemort couldn't!"

The girls pushed through quickly, not wanting to incur any wrath upon themselves.

Just in the other room sat the happy couple, Victoire was grinning ear to ear, her hands twined with Teddy's who's blue hair was tinged with pink as he flushed.

Aunt Fleur seemed to be attempting to broach every possible wedding topic in record time, and when Victoire saw them at the door she seemed thrilled for the distraction.

"Molly! I'm sure you've heard! You'll be in the wedding of course, I'll have the biggest wedding party of the century I'm sure! Come sit it's been too long!"

Molly hugged her cousin tightly before joining her on the couch, "Congratulations both of you, it's about time really."

Teddy flushed even deeper but Victoire just grinned, "Mr. Romantic wanted to wait until the perfect moment."

Molly smiled knowingly, "So have you lovebirds picked a date yet? How long do I have to get fitted for my bridesmaid's dress?"

"Oh it won't be until the summer, we will schedule all the fittings well in advance, someone will have to go to Hogwarts to do so, some of my junior bridesmaids are not yet old enough for Hogsmeade trips."

Molly agreed with a nod of her head while Victoire continued on, "Of course we will need to pick a day for the fittings that suits you, I understand you have been very busy with prefect duties and classes."

Molly shrugged, Victoire had been a prefect when she was in Hogwarts, but never became Head Girl, Molly suspected this was due to the fact that Teddy had left Hogwarts and Victoire was focused less on Hogwarts and more on getting out to see Teddy, "Oh prefect duties aren't so bad, but if I want to be Head Girl I have to be flawless."

Victoire eyed her warily, "Are you sure you want to be Head Girl? Teddy was Head Boy, and he doubts the worth of the whole thing."

Teddy shrugged and grinned, "Hey, it was great while it lasted, I was able to schedule Victoire's schedules to match my own so I could capitalize on spending time with her, however if it hadn't been for that I would have been perfectly happy letting someone else take the job."

Molly agreed wholeheartedly with Teddy's assertion, ignoring the goo-goo eyes Victoire was giving him, but with her father in the other room she just jerked her head, "Don't let my Dad here you say that, he thinks being Head is the most important achievement one can gain at Hogwarts."

"Bullocks," Teddy replied with a scoff, "The best thing you can gain at Hogwarts is a sense of self and a solid group of friends who love you for that, making Head is nothing."

She shrugged in response, Molly was not in the mood to argue, particularly when she agreed with Teddy's statement.

George Jordan arrived the next day with his father Lee and his mother Alicia. Upon their entrance through the Burrow's front door Uncle George and Aunt Angelina embraced Lee and Alicia, telling them it had been far too long and inviting them to sit and have some food. Little of this was heard by Molly, for she was too busy being tackled by George, who wrapped her in a hug, "Molly!"

He pulled away, slinging his arm carelessly over her shoulder, "Where are children dear? Have they behaved while I was away?"

Molly played along, shaking her head regretfully, "I'm afraid not darling, I warned them that their father would hear of their actions but they showed no remorse."

They rounded the corner where George pounced on an unsuspecting James and Fred who'd been sat unsuspecting on the couch.

"Oi! Gawffa me!"

"You bloody prat!"

Molly couldn't help but grin, it felt right to have all her boys back together, no matter how childish they were. Rose caught her eye from across the room where she sat, as per usual, with a book in hand, she raised her eyebrow, "How do you put up with that nonsense?"

Molly shrugged, "Really, you do get used to it."

Rose seemed to disagree, "I can barely handle having Al and Scorpius in the same room for more than an hour, you are a saint."

The mention of Scorpius seemed to disband the trio's scuffle as James leaned forward laughingly, "Right, Scorpius, I always forget, is that your boyfriend, or Al's?"

Molly swatted James on the back of the head, "Lay off you twat, you're just jealous because a cute boy is more attracted to your cousin and brother than he is to you!"

George leaned onto James' shoulder, "Don't you worry, I'm still attracted to you."

Fred pitched in then, elbowing George in the side, "Oi, Jordan, your little girlfriend just called another man cute, if I were you I'd be worried!"

Molly had no retort and George seemed silenced as well, the tension making her uncomfortable, she quickly excused herself to go find Lucy and tell her something "important" she'd "forgotten about".

She found Lucy upstairs, tucked away in one of the burrows many rooms with Lily and Roxanne, looking bored as her cousins gossiped and giggled.

She hopped up when she saw Molly at the door, "Do you need me for something?"

She seemed desperate for an escape, unfortunately Molly wasn't here to free her, "No, actually I was hoping I could hide out for awhile, the boys are driving me insane."

"Took long enough!" Roxanne exclaimed, followed shortly by Lily, "I'd have been insane within the first ten minutes!"

Molly ignored their commentary, joining them on the bed, "So what's the gossip girls? Why are we all stowed away up here?"

Lily grinned, "No gossip! Just talking about Victoire and Teddy's wedding."

"For like, two whole hours now!" Lucy groaned, "Can we please change the subject?"

Roxanne grinned conspiratorially, "Sure Lucy, let's talk about you and Lysander!"

Lucy shot her sister a desperate look, "He's a ravenclaw, we're friends, end of the discussion. So what color flowers do you think Victoire will have at the wedding?"

Lily laughed, "Give her a break Roxie, you've got better things to do than torture Lucy."

Molly grinned, It was relaxing around her younger cousins, their teasing was all still friendly and harmless, and they didn't scream nearly as much as Fred and James did. She was content to spend the rest of the afternoon holed up with them, but it had barely been an hour when there was a tap at the door.

"Knock knock," George's voice carried from outside, "I uh, promised to be a distraction, and I don't generally break promises."

The younger girls giggled at Molly who flushed deeply and let herself out into the hallway, "You didn't have to ditch Fred and James to come save me, I'm find up here."

George grinned, "I know I didn't have to ditch them, but I wanted to," leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "don't tell them I said this, but sometimes I need a distraction as well."

Molly crossed her heart as solemnly as she could manage, "I'll take it to the grave."

The two then took to the back garden, which was for once, empty but for the garden gnomes.

"You know," George began casually, as soon as they were far enough from the house to avoid detection, "despite being prefects together, we rarely spend any time alone."

"I blame Fred and James," Molly offered, staring at the ground, "they feel the need to be the center of ever moment, it doesn't leave much room for the rest of us."

George chuckled in agreeance, "I'll give you that, but really Molls, I've missed you."

Molly made the idiotic decision to abandon her determined staring contest with the grass and make eye contact. George's dark eyes were closer than she'd been prepared for, his whole presence just inches from hers, she leaned in without thinking, "I've missed you as well."

She was momentarily distracted by the way his dark curly hair fell onto his warm brown skin, brushing just above the eyebrow, she had a sudden urge to brush it aside, but reigned it in.

"I'm really glad we came to the Burrow, because I'd been meaning to tell you something," he paused for a moment to breath, "and I could never seem to get it out at Hogwarts, too many Fred and James' I suppose."

Molly nodded, unable to speak, her stomach was tied into knots, two thoughts warring in her mind.

Just freaking kiss me VS My father would be so upset

Molly dare not speak aloud, for fear of muddling the thoughts and begging George to kiss her father, so she stayed silent, waiting until he gathered the courage to continue.

"I think you're fantastic Molly, and I think we're pretty fantastic together, and somehow this all sounded smoother alone in my bedroom, which is an embarrassing fact and now I'm mucked the whole thing, but I really think we should give this a –"

Molly had never been one for waiting.

Their lips collided and she gripped his shoulders, holding him to her for a few seconds longer than was considered publically decent, when she finally pulled back she grinned goofily, "I think you're pretty fantastic too."

George pulled Molly up into a hug, lifting her off the ground and crushing her to his chest, "Oh thank Merlin!"

He set her down laughingly, then glanced at the Burrow with a frown, "Fred and James are going to murder me."

"I wouldn't dream of allowing that," she assured him, still incapable of wiping the goofy grin from her face.

Luckily for her, George was grinning like just as much of an idiot, he leaned down to whisper in her ear again, "I seriously can't believe I just did that."

"You?" she arched her eyebrow and crossed her arms, "I seem to remember a certain someone muttering and stumbling over their words while I took action."

"Alright," he smiled, "but can I tell all the guys it was me so I look cool?"

"Fine," she agreed, "but when I tell the girls you're going to be half a foot taller, way more muscular, and a foreign exchange student from Germany."

"Touché."

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