Hey all, here's the next installment of "The Power of Mistletoe," remember everything in BOLD is added in by my betas Manda and Becky. Hope you all enjoy and thanks a lot for the reviews. Next chapter will start with the whole 'Power of Mistletoe.'

After spending two hours making snowmen, snow forts, and having a snowball fight the Malfoy family came trudging into the house all wet and cold from the winter weather. Midnight greeted them, who apparently left them something on the kitchen floor.

"Oh no!" Ginny said. She turned to Draco. "Draco!"

"Don't look at me. I didn't shit on the floor. I'm not cleaning that up."

Ginny gave him a very dirty look and Draco sighed, took out his wand and swished it away with a simple cleaning charm.

"Was that so difficult?" Ginny asked. Draco didn't have time to answer because the doorbell rang.

Midnight turned around and ran towards the new found noise. Draco followed the dog and answered the door.

"Harry," Draco said and stuck out his hand to greet his first guest of the day.

"Draco," Harry took his hand and shook it. Harry heard barking and looked down. "Hey, who's this?" Harry bent down to pet the dog, but she only growled at him. Harry backed off quickly.

Draco bent down, picked the dog up, and patted the dog's head as he said, "Good girl."

"Draco, who is it?" Ginny asked as she walked into the hallway. "Oh, hi, Harry."

"Hey, Gin," Harry said as he hugged Ginny and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Where's Luna?" Ginny inquired.

"She'll be here any moment. Had to pick something up from the office," Ginny only nodded at Harry's answer. After Luna's father died during the war, she took over the Quibbler.

"So, how's Hogwarts these days? Snape finally excited that he's the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Yeah, he still doesn't like me too much, especially since I'm a teacher there. I don't think he'll ever like me."

Draco laughed and muttered under his breath, "Always knew that he was the smartest teacher in Hogwarts."

Harry didn't hear him and continued ranting. "But do I care after he tortured me all through school? Not particularly. It would be sort of like caring if the sun kept shining. 'Course, we're in England. Sun? What sun? I see no sun."

Ginny laughed at Harry's sudden outburst and weird sense of humor. Then Dylan came running into the room screaming, "Harry!" and jumped into his arms.

Harry caught the young boy and said, "How's my favorite godson?"

"Great! Harry, wait 'til you see what I got for Christmas!"

Harry was about to ask Dylan what he got for Christmas when he felt someone tugging at his pant leg. He looked down and saw Nimue. He was expecting the garden gnome from across the way. He was usually around here during the snowy months. Harry knelt down, placing Dylan on the floor and said, "What does a guy need to do get a hug from his favorite girl?"

Nimue laughed, gave Harry a hug, a kiss on the cheek, and said, "TWENTY BUCKS!"

"You're definitely your father's daughter."

They suddenly heard someone say from the doorway, "Did I just get replaced as Harry's favorite girl?"

"Hi Luna," Ginny greeted her friend as she walked into the house.

"Sorry, the door was open."

"No problem!" Ginny said as she gave her friend a hug, and then she noticed something. "What's that?" Ginny said as she held her friend's hand.

"Harry finally asked," Luna stated as she showed off the ring on her finger.

As Draco shook Harry's hand and congratulated him, Ginny said, "Well, I'm pregnant again!"

"Already at three, Draco," Harry said. "Only four more to go!" The two men laughed.

"Harry, I want to show you what I got for Christmas!" Dylan said as he tugged on Harry's hand.

"Okay," Harry said with a laugh.

"Coat, Potter," Draco offered.

"No, thank you. I have one of my own. But here, you can have it." Harry shrugged it off and handed it to Draco as he followed Dylan up the stairs. Ginny handed Draco Luna's coat too as the two women headed into the kitchen to catch up.

Nimue looked up at her father and said, "Need help, Daddy?"

Draco smiled and said, "Nah, but I think you should show Luna the riding academy that you'll be going to this summer. She'll be excited to see it."

"Okay!" Nimue said as she ran after the two women.

"What did you get for Christmas?" Harry asked Dylan as they reached the boy's room.

Dylan went to his pile of Christmas presents and grabbed the box that held the Harry Potter card. Dylan handed the box to Harry, and Harry opened it, "Oh wow! You got a Harry Potter card." Harry sat down on the small bed and looked at the card.

Dylan got up on the bed to look at the card too and said with a small frown, "Hey, you're not there anymore!" Harry threw his head back and laughed. "What's so funny?" Dylan asked with a pout.

Harry stopped laughing and said, "On my first train ride to Hogwarts, I met your Uncle Ron. We bought a whole bunch of candy off the trolley and I had my first Chocolate Frog."

"Who was the card of?" Dylan asked, intrigued by the new story.

"Dumbledore," Harry answered. "I looked at the card for a moment, and when I looked again I asked the very same question you did, and then your Uncle Ron said…"

"You can't expect him to hang around all day," said a voice from the door.

The two looked up to see Ron standing in the doorway. Dylan jumped off the bed and ran to his uncle. As Ron picked him up he said, "Draco said that someone got a Harry Potter card. I had to come see if it was true. Because you know, Draco might lie about that sort of thing." Dylan and Ron looked at Harry. "Well, Harry, read it to us."

"'Harry Potter, born July 31st. Defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, for the first time at the age of one." Harry stopped reading and shook his head, "Even after all these years they can't just call him Voldermort." Harry continued to read the story, "Entered into Hogwarts at age 11 and became the youngest Seeker in a century. In his first year at Hogwarts he rescued the Sorcerer's Stone. In his second he defeated a Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets after it had been opened for the first time in 50 years. In his fourth year he became the youngest Tri-Wizard Champion ever and helped resurrect Voldermort. Finally in his seventh year at Hogwarts, Harry Potter defeated He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named,'" Harry put the card down and said, "So, Dylan, did Santa get you this?"

Dylan shook his head.

"Then who did?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, but I thought that if Harry Potter couldn't get me a Harry Potter Card, then how would Santa be able to do it?"

"Well, sure he could," Ron said as he placed his nephew on the floor.

"There's no way that Santa is more powerful than Harry," Dylan said matter-of-factly. He walked over to Harry and said, "Do you know, Harry? Was it you?"

"Well, I think that Santa might be a little more powerful than Harry, kid. You know that whole 'he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake' deal? Yeah, Harry's not psychic," said Ron. "Plus, Harry's bodacious hips can't squeeze down the chimney."

"Nope, it wasn't me." Harry knew full well that it was Draco. He remembered Draco came to visit him in Hogwarts after getting the card. "Let's think who else could have gotten it for you?" Harry said as he sat in a thinking position, placing his elbow on his knee and laid his chin on his balled up fist. Dylan sat up on the bed and did the same. Just for the hell of it Ron sat on the bed too, taking up the same thinking position.

Just then Draco walked into the room and looked confused. "What are you three doing?"

"Yoga," said Harry at the exact same time Ron said, "Pilates."

"Daddy, we're thinking!" Dylan said, annoyed that his father interrupted him.

"Okay! Well, there are other aunts and uncles waiting to say 'hi' to you guys, so when you're done, come on down," Draco said as he left the room.

A few short moments later Dylan's eyes grew large and ran from the room.

"What is up with that kid?" Ron asked.

"Beats me, he's the byproduct of your sister and an inbred albino. Or, he just figured out that Draco was the one who got him the card."

The two men smiled and left the room.

Meanwhile…

As Draco finally descended the stairs he heard his son calling for him from behind him.

"Dad!" Dylan said as he ran down the stairs and jumped into his arms.

"Dylan," Draco scolded, "what did I tell you about jumping off the stairs!"

Dylan, ignoring his father's words, said, "Dad, you are the coolest wizard ever!"

Draco, confused about his son's weird attitude smiled and said, "Thanks. Cooler than Harry Potter?" Dylan nodded his head. "Yeah? How much cooler?" Draco laughed.

Dylan spread his arms as wide as he could and said, "This much!"

Draco lifted his eyebrows and said, "That's a lot!" as he took one of his hands and tickled his son.

Dylan laughed and so did Draco.

"Where's my favorite grandson?" came a voice.

"Grandma!" Dylan squealed as his father put him down and jumped into Narcissa's arms. She walked out of the hallway with Dylan as Harry and Ron were walking down the stairs.

Draco raised one of his eyebrows and asked, "What the hell did you tell my son?"

"Nothing," Harry stated. "He figured it out on his own that it was you who got him the card, not Santa."

Before Draco could say another word the doorbell rang. He turned around and answered it. It was Fred and Angelina with George and Katie

Draco looked at them and asked, "Where are the girls?"

Both women smacked their husbands upside the head, and both men yelled, "What?"

"We told you time and time again not to leave your wands lying about! You know how the girls love to play with them and cast magic!" Katie yelled at George.

"Yes, do we need to remind you what happened the last time?" Angelina shouted at Fred.

"No," Fred answered. "But I imagine you'll remind us anyway."

"She burnt down our broom shed in the back! Do you remember how all your Quidditch brooms went up in smoke?"

Fred sighed, "I remember, that's why I said I didn't need a reminder! Besides, we didn't leave them lying about."

"They're in our cloaks," George said unfastening his cloak, and then noticed that his wand was gone. "Ah, bloody hell. If it didn't mean that the girls were already too smart for their own good, I'd applaud their natural pick-pocketing skills."

Draco laughed and said, "I'll help you guys look. For the wands. You get to find your own damn kids."

"We will too," Harry said, grabbing Ron before he could sneak off.

Draco stepped out into the snow and kissed the women on their cheeks. "How are you ladies doing?"

"Eh, morning sickness is gone finally," Katie said.

"Yeah, and the mood swings are kicking in," George responded. He ducked out of the way of Katie's fist.

"Go find your daughter!" Fred grabbed George's arm, and Ron and Harry went after the two men.

"And you, Angelina?" Draco turned to the other woman.

"Fine, morning sickness just kicking in. I keep asking myself why in God's name I want to have more hellions…Miracle of life, my ass. The real miracle is birth control that works."

Draco smiled and nodded his head. "Why don't you two go on in? Ginny's in the kitchen with Luna and Hermione."

"Thanks," the women said in unison as they walked into the house.

Draco ran after the four men in search of the two girls.

The five men went out to find the two little five-year-olds. When they went around back, they all stopped and froze in their tracks. There was a battle going on between a giant mutant snowman and a dragon.

"Oy, that Snowman has no chance whatsoever," Ron sniggered.

"What the hell?" Draco asked in shock. "How do your two kids know this type of magic?"

"Eh, they don't really," George responded.

"They just swish the wand and make up some words," Fred said, finishing his
brother's sentence. "They're well on their way to becoming evil geniuses."

"Apparently this is what they concocted this time."

"I swear Weasley, if they set fire to my roof, again, you are going to pay!" Draco said sternly.

"One minor fire, and you never let us forget it," grumbled Fred.

"You were planning to put on a new roof anyway," added George. "Remember that New Year's party when you got really drunk--"

"I told you to never speak of that incident again!" Draco growled.

"Look, there's Atalanta," Harry said pointing to the little girl with short auburn hair watching the fight from behind her small spectacles.

"Ok, found Fred's kid, now where's Scarlet?" George asked.

"Hi, Daddy!" said a voice from above.

All three men looked up and saw that Scarlet, who had the same flaming red hair like her father and still had her baby fat, was standing on top of the roof.

"Oh my God!" George exclaimed. "How did you get up there?"

"I dunno," the little girl shrugged her shoulders. "I thought, 'there's got to be a better view on the roof,' and WHOOSH! I was up here. Daddy, catch me!"

"No!" everyone screamed.

George looked around frantically for something to climb on. "Someone get up there and get my girl before she actually does jump. The little bugger wore me out earlier while I was chasing after her for hexing the kitchen table so it tried to eat my leg."

"I'm on it!" Draco said as he apparated to the roof.

"I'm going to go fetch my daughter," Fred said, running after his child since Atalanta decided to take off once she saw her father and uncles coming to put an end to her and her cousin's fun. Harry ran after him to see if he could get rid of the snow creatures before they did any major damage to the house and yard.

Draco apparated onto the roof grabbed his niece around the waist, and apparated back onto the ground.

"Aw, Uncle Draco, I wanted to try flying," Scarlet whined. "I figured I could get a better updraft here since your roof's higher than ours."

"What have you been hearing about aerodynamics? Wait until you get lessons, sweetie," Draco said as he handed George his daughter. "If you ever get lessons…"

By the time that Harry got to the battle scene, the snowman was already melted down to nothing and the dragon turned towards the humans, licking its lips. Harry and Fred did all they could to destroy the dragon, but without knowing what spell Atalanta and Scarlet used it was pretty much hopeless.

Suddenly the dragon roared and melted into a huge puddle, screaming in agony the entire time. The two men looked around and saw Charlie running towards them.

"Oy, Charlie, am I ever so glad to see you," Fred said shaking his brother's hand.

"Uncle Charlie!" wailed Scarlet and Atalanta. "You killed Rufus! Dragon killer!"

"Better Rufus than us. I take it the girls stole your wands again?" Charlie said laughing.

"Yeah," George admitted sheepishly. "The little darlings are getting extremely good at pick-pocketing."

"Angelina's worried that one or the both of them will end up as the next Voldemort," muttered Fred.

Charlie laughed harder. "I guess all those years of mum cursing the two of you, 'When you have kids I hope they're just like you' paid off!"

"About ten times over, and they're only five," said Fred and George in unison. "We're both dreading the arrival of the next set of Weasley hellions."

To Be Continued…

That's how I seriously envision all your male and female characters: completely undefined and dimensionless. Your description is nonexistent, not to mention your plot. You liked C.S. Lewis an awful lot, didn't you?