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Christmas with the Weasley's

A/N: OKAY, so, I decided rather than continuing where I left off I'm going to go through and make some changes, not all that many, so if you don't feel like re-reading, don't worry, the plot won't change that much, and I'll try make it so that you won't miss anything important. I know I haven't written on this story in forever and a day, but someone messaged me and asked for updates, so here they come. I apologise if I'm out of touch with the Harry Potter series, it's been a while.

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They were at it again. All the couples underneath the bloody mistletoe. And then there was Rose and Scorpius sitting by the fire, smiling and joking with each other. And he was sat in the corner. Not alone mind you, there was James, Hugo and Fred with him. Fred teasing Hugo, and James sat with his own girlfriend, who was blushing and swooning so bad, brushing her hands over his brow in an attempt to tame his hair. Everyone knew it couldn't be done.

Rose's hair was tied up for once in a high ponytail, and she had her Weasley jumper that Grandma Molly made them, the 'R' standing out. It was stripy, unlike everyone else's, because she'd asked for hers to be different this year. She nudged Scorpius, and from the reaction of the other boy she was teasing him.

Just like what James' girlfriend just did.

Scorpius had been, much too a few people's disapproval, invited over for the Christmas holiday. The boy had his own Weasley jumper, as when he visited the Weasley's last Grandma Molly accepted him without hesitation and invited him over often for dinners during the break. Unless the Malfoy's were away on some fancy vacation. Uncle Ron never approved, but his wife kept him in line.

"Al!" someone to his side snapped, making his head fly round, cringing at the whiplash. "Will you stop going all green-eyes for Scorpi-poo and listen to me? He's coming round this holiday, remember?"

Of course, Mr. and Ms. Malfoy were on their second honeymoon, so had asked if Scorpius could find somewhere to spend the Christmas holiday, if just for a few days. Which meant, not only would he be spending Christmas day with them, but new years as well.

"So, there'll be a lot of us at Grimmauld Place this year then?" James asked with his arm around the pretty red head next to him. Her hair was layered and straightened stylishly, bright blue eyes wide and glistening, form fitting clothes and a sweat smile as she swooned over the boy next to her. James always did have an eye for fashion when it came to girls. Her name was Beatrix or something.

"Yeah, the whole family I think. Except Uncle Charlie, he's off in China or something, helping someone with a dragon that got loose," Hugo explained. Beatrix grimaced at the thought. "He'll be fine; he kept a Bulgarian horntail under control once! He said he'd take me with him next time he went to the baby dragon reserve in Sweden. I can't wait!"

Fred barked with laughter. "You would want to look after dragons like Uncle, Hugo. Anyway, will we be graced with the presence of Beatrix Creevey this year?"

The girl flustered a little. "But of course! I wouldn't want to miss out Christmas at the Weasley's for anything. I can only stay for a while though; my family and I are off to France for the New Year, mother's parents invited us. I can't speak much of the language at all though…"

James squeezed her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll manage."

Smiling, the girl ran her hand into James' brown locks and ruffled. "You'll have to get new glasses, you lost yours."

"Maybe you should wear them all the time, Jamie," Fred teased, playing with his small plait. "Even if they are just reading glasses."

"I don't want to look like a dork!"

"Hey!" Albus mock-fumed, speaking up for the first time. "I don't look like a dork!"

Scorpius turned from his position. "I'm afraid your quiet wrong there, Albus."

The others round the table laughed at the retort, James sticking his thumb up in thanks. Albus simply stuck his tongue out.

Rose giggled. "Oh, I never knew you went for dorks, Scorpius."

The Slytherin flustered, glad that the boys had gone back to their banter. "I don't know what you mean."

"Come off it," she said with an eye roll. "You don't think I haven't noticed how every time you two are in the same room you have to tease each other, flirt with each other and send each other gooey eyes when you think no one's looking? You don't think James hasn't noticed?"

"He's an oblivious moron, and you're entirely wrong. Besides, James is too busy in his own little bubble to notice anything."

"Yeah, whatever you say," she said, raising a brow and looking highly amused. "But let me warn you; my uncle you haven't met yet, Uncle George, is very, very sharp about these things. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't notice and try to do something about it."

Scorpius scoffed. "With your help, no doubt. How many people are there in your family anyway?"

The girl looked thoughtful for a moment, eating one of the chocolate marbles her Muggle born friend had bought for her. "Hmm…four...nine…fifteen …sixteen…eighteen…nineteen possibly?"

"Oh dear…"

"And that's just the people who are coming! Oh, plus Teddy, he always comes. And maybe a few other family friends."

Scorpius buried his head in his hands. "I should've just gone to Goyal's house. There are only four of them in the family."

"I'm sure you'll live," Rose said, holding out the back of chocolates. "Marble?"

The trip home on the train was uneventful. Minus the chocolate frog disaster where everyone in the cabin except himself started to open the sweets at the same time, due to someone complain they were melting, and everyone feeling the need to check.

Scorpius also found that the Weasley family didn't use simple methods of getting to Grimmauld Place either; at least half the family owned a flying car. Lily and Hugo being complete hippies wanted to 'car share' or something. The Malfoy didn't get the big deal, but apparently it was all over the Muggle news, and he should be more 'green'.

Grimmauld Place was, just as his Grandmother had described, huge. It had numerous rooms and the most crazy house elf ever, a mad painting of his Great Grandmother, and the house elf seemed to think he was a prince or something for having 'Black Blood' in him.

It was all very nerve wracking. And he was spending his holiday there? Unbelievable.

With one quick look at this 'Uncle George', he decided he wouldn't last five seconds.

"Go on then," Albus whispered, fingers resting on his back as he pushed the boy into the living room to meet the new people. "I'm right behind you."

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