A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome back to another fic :) I got my favorite prompt type: Weather! So here, have some lovely snowy Vikmione at Christmas goodness
No joke, I listened to a youtube video called "Winter Storm Ambiance with Icy Howling Wind Sounds" and it gave me such a good mood for writing this lol
I also googled such things as "ottery st catchpole", "what time is sunrise in devon, england, christmas day", "what direction do storms travel in england", and "The Burrow" for research for this wanna know what time sunrise is in Devon on Christmas morning? 8:15 in the morning. Now that's a thing you know.
This one is for Round 5 of The Houses Competition, where I'm in Ravenclaw House and writing for Potions. This competition, we have to write a drabble (500-1000 words) as well as a standard (1000-3000 words). This fic is the Drabble of the two. Prompts are listed below.
Thank you kindly to HadrianPeverellBlack, and BeaWrites for the beta!
Word Count: 992
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Summary: Santa Claus comes around to the Burrow one year.
Prompts:
The Houses Competition Y10 R5
[Weather] (Christmas) Snowing
"I Saw Mummy Kissing Santa Claus"
The snow whipped around more than he thought it would. Viktor relished the cold, reminding him so much of the homeland he left when he married his wife. Her expansive family had welcomed him with open arms, and in return he spoiled every single one of his nieces and nephews gained through the marriage. Thanks to his Quidditch salary, he could easily afford all of the Christmas gifts this year for the little ones, including his own. Hermione, the love of his life, had gifted him two beautiful children that he adored.
The sting of the snowflakes beating against his exposed face not covered by the fake beard made him wince, but he trudged on, hefting the bag of gifts higher. The snow this year had fallen early and often. When they had heard about the storm, Hermione had offered several times for him to back out instead of repeating the yearly Weasley tradition of someone dressing as Father Christmas to deliver a sack of presents to the children.
The Burrow drew closer, and only the lit candles in the windows illuminated his destination. The storm raged on, nearly a whiteout, and he was thankful that it was nearly eight on Christmas day morning instead of Christmas Eve night. Had it been night out, he would have stumbled in the snow and gotten lost in the expanses of Ottery St. Catchpole. As it were, despite the darkness that pressed against his eyelids, the beginnings of dawn painted colors amongst the white storm that raged around him.
The trees were dark splashes of paint against the white countryside, and the Burrow stood tall and looming, frosted on one side as the storm blew in from the west, the red thatched roof muted in the dim light.
William Weasley stood just inside the door that led to the kitchen, where all the children had gathered with their parents nursing strong cups of tea. Locking eyes with him and raising a mittened hand in greeting, Viktor saw the other man lift his wand and twirl it, focused on the roof over the sitting room, where the Christmas tree stood.
"One moment, I'll go check to see what that is!" William declared after creating the sound of what Viktor knew to be hoofbeats on the roof, before pulling back into the house and shutting the door behind him quietly. Viktor increased his pace, trudging through the almost half a meter of snow as he made his way to the back garden. Hefting the heavy bag of gifts higher on his shoulder, he met William at the door, who let him in nearly immediately.
The heat from the roaring fireplace washed through him, and Viktor stood in place as he waited for his next cue.
"Children, come see! Look who stopped by this Christmas morning!" William called out, and the stampede of children from the kitchen made their appearance, many pausing in delight upon seeing Viktor dressed up in a giant red suit and cap, with an enormous white beard and a present sack on his back.
"Daddy!" chorused two cries from Miranda and Hector, his four and two year old children.
"Nyet, it is I, Father Christmas! Come with presents for the little ones. But only the ones who were good this year. Tell me, was everyone good this year?" he asked, exaggerating his rehearsed line to make his character seem jolly. Hermione crouched next to Hector and Miranda, an arm around each, to whisper into their ears. Whatever she had said made them giggle, before the sight of them was drowned out upon the horde of children descending upon him. James, Lily, Victoire, Teddy, Freddy, Rose, and several others gathered around him, eagerly telling Santa Claus how good they were that year in order to earn their presents.
"Alright, you little runts," Ron declared suddenly as he grabbed his daughter, throwing her into the air and catching her, making her squeal. "Time to find your spots and get ready to receive your presents! You remember what we talked about this morning, right?" Despite the excitedly nodding children, Ron's wife, Lavender, hit his arm for calling the kids names. "You each have a spot in the sitting room. You find an adult and make them sit with you. And two kids get to help Santa sort out the presents. Okay?"
A chorus of affirmative responses made Viktor smile.
"Now, who are the lucky two children who get to help me sort and deliver these presents?" Viktor asked as he let the sack drop from his shoulder. His grin widened as Teddy volunteered himself and Victoire to help pass out the gifts. "Okay, so this first one is going to Jamie–"
Later that morning, after Viktor had said goodbye as Santa Clause to the distracted children sitting amongst the discarded wrapping paper and trooped his way through the kitchen to head outside to finish the charade, Hermione had caught him at the half-opened door, a hovering piece of mistletoe catching him in place.
"You did very well, love," she said to him, leaning close. Viktor's arms wrapped around her, using his body to shield her from the cold coming in. Already he could feel the cold sting of the snowflakes on the back of his neck, and he was eager to go and get changed. Viktor grinned goofily at her in response.
"I love making kids smile," he said before leaning down to kiss her, the magic of the mistletoe keeping them in place releasing in a sudden breath.
"EW!" came a familiar voice from the door, and they both turned to see Miranda standing there.
"Mummy's kissing Santa Claus!" Hector said from behind her as he popped his head up. Viktor couldn't help but laugh. Separating from his wife quickly, he took off into the storm, barely hearing his son ask his wife as the door shut behind him, "Mummy, is Santa Claus our new daddy?"