Molly
“That went off without a hitch, love,” Arthur said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around Molly. So many years together and her tummy still fluttered at his touch.
Everyone had cleared out of the Burrow shortly after their informal meeting had ended. Now she and Arthur stood in the empty room, picking up discarded teacups and pie plates and sending them to the sink to wash.
“Oh yes, I’m so happy everyone is so willing to help out. I do so want this year to be a happy time for everyone, and with so many people this year, I’m afraid it's a bit more than I can handle. Remember when it was just the two of us?”
“Has it ever been just the two of us, dear? I seem to remember a couple of gatecrashers showing up at dawn every year, shouting about presents and biscuits.”
“Those two were always such a nuisance.” Her eyes went misty at the memories of her brothers, and she broke into a huge smile. “Merlin, remember the year Fab broke his arm when he fell out of that tree, climbing up to tap at the window?”
“Vividly, nutter didn’t even throw a slowing or cushioning charm,” Arthur chuckled as he picked up a cloth and began wiping down the table.
“Gid said he’d done it to go see that muggle mediwitch they’d met at a pub, of all the rubbish excuses to see a girl,” Molly said, laughing heartily.
“Nearly as rubbish as offering to make all the Christmas biscuits?”
“Couldn't have been a bit more obvious could they? Honestly, Georgie should have just offered poor Freddie up on a platter. And Ginevra, ‘Hermione’s a great baker’, bollocks. That girl is brilliant at so many things, baking, though, isn’t among them. She does try though.”
“I don't think she caught on, at least. Fred did though.”
“Hermione, the poor dear, her head is off in Australia. I can't believe the Granger’s are being so difficult. She did what she did to save them. Just imagine-”
“I know, love, but they are still figuring things out and I’m certain they will work it out with time.”
“Of all the things, meddling in their sibling’s affairs.” Molly shook her head.
“Molly Prewitt, you lovely little hypocrite. Weren’t you the one who invited that muggle mediwitch to tea after setting Fab’s arm?” Arthur admonished quietly, turning her to face him. He dipped down and pecked her lips quickly.
“That's hardly the same thing at all, I just wanted to make sure she was good enough. I needed to be sure the boys were happy,” Molly defended, pulling away from her husband to put her hands on her hips.
“Do you think Gin and Georgie are being malicious? Do you think it's a joke of some sort?” Arthur’s brows creased in a look of doubt.
“Of course not, they wouldn't do that. They love Fred and Hermione too much,” she conceded and wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Besides those two have been pining after each other since he got out of the hospital, at least. She's a lovely girl and I’d be over the moon for them to end up together.”
“Then, let’s hope the sibling meddling works and kicks them in the right direction. I just want our children, all of them, to all be happy.”
“Lovely, now that that’s all settled, let’s go to bed. Even with all the extra help, I have a feeling I won't be getting too much sleep before Christmas. I still have a few jumpers to finish up.”
“Bed sounds perfect, love,” Arthur said and winked at her suggestively.
And Molly let out a very girlish giggle before letting Arthur lead her to bed.