A/N: Well, I decided I would start a tiny Christmas story. It'll probably only be five or six chapters, but here we go!
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter, not me. I am making no money from this story.
"Merry Christmas," Charlie whispered, peppering his wife's face with kisses. Hermione shifted in her sleep. "Come on, love, it's time to wake up."
"No," Hermione grumbled sleepily.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Come back in ten minutes."
Charlie looked at her with a longing gaze. "Okay, sweetheart." He sat up and got dressed. Despite Hermione being seven months pregnant, the two of them still went at it like rabbits. Giving Hermione one last glance, he moved to the kitchen to start breakfast.
It was Christmas morning and he was sure he'd hear the pitter pattering of their munchkins' feet soon. He started frying up some hot cakes and made some coffee.
Sure enough there was a loud slam as someone's bedroom door flung open. "Christmas!" was shouted.
Charlie braced himself as their four year old, Rose, came tumbling in. "Daddy, it's Christmas!" she screamed excitedly. She was a carbon copy of Charlie. She had pin straight red hair and big blue eyes. She was also the loudest of the bunch.
Rose ran into her father's arms. He scooped her up and placed her in a seat at the table. "Did Santa come?"
"I think he did, Rosie, but we need to wait for your brothers and sisters before we open any presents."
Rose nodded, taking a bit of her hot cakes.
Charlie glanced up when he heard a second pair of feet coming. "Dada." He grinned when he saw Clarice come toddling down. Clarice was almost three. She took after Hermione in appearance, being the first Weasley to not have red hair, but Hermione's brown.
Charlie helped her into her seat. "Mummy?" Clarice asked, looking around.
"She's sleeping in a bit; Mummy will be down later," Charlie said, giving her a kiss.
"Mummy's here now," Hermione said, standing in the doorway, holding their one and a half year old, Thomas, in her arms.
"Hermione, you shouldn't be holding that much weight!" Charlie scolded her. He came over and took Thomas from her, sitting him into his high chair.
"How are my little angels this morning?" Hermione asked, giving both Rose and Clarice kisses.
"Fine," Rose said, pushing her breakfast around on her plate. "Can we open presents yet?"
"We need to wait for Beatrice, Mariana, and Adrian," Hermione said gently. "It wouldn't be fair to start without your older sisters, would it?"
"No, it wouldn't," Rose said with a pout.
Beatrice appeared next, shuffling along still half asleep with a book in her hand. "Morning," she muttered, plopping at the table. Beatrice had bright red hair which she wore as a pixie cut. She opened up her book and began to read. At nine years old, she had read every book Hermione owned and then some.
Hermione sighed. "Tris, why don't you put the book away? It's Christmas."
Beatrice ignored her mother.
"Tris, why don't you go wake up Addy and Mari so we can get started with the presents? We need to be at Grandma Molly's for noon."
Beatrice didn't move.
"Now, Beatrice!" Charlie half shouted.
"Fine!" Beatrice said, slamming her book down. She got up and shuffled back towards the bedrooms.
Hermione sighed. "Why did we have so many kids?"
Charlie kissed her. "Because I can't keep my hands off your deliciously hot body," he whispered in her ear.
Hermione shivered. "Yes, I suppose that would do it."
Beatrice reappeared with her siblings in tow.
Adrian was the second oldest. He was home for holiday during his first year at Hogwarts. Adrian had been sorted into Slytherin, much to everyone's surprise. He wasn't alone though, as Albus had also just been sorted into Slytherin.
He took a seat next Beatrice and plopped some hot cakes onto his plate. "Morning Mum, Dad," he grumbled before stuffing his face with food.
Mariana sat next to Rose. "Morning," she said before filling her plate with food as well. Mariana was in her third year at Hogwarts and was sorted into Ravenclaw. Her red curls bounced around as she looked up and down the table. "Everyone's here."
"Yes, we all are." Hermione said. "After breakfast, you can all open presents."
There was a loud commotion at the table and Hermione sighed. She loved her children dearly, but moments like this made it difficult.
"Maybe we should be done after this," Charlie suggested, reading her mind.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," Hermione replied cheekily.
"Presents!" Rose screamed, unable to contain herself any longer. She got up and ran into the living room, her brother and sisters following close behind.
"Well, come on, let's go watch the chaos," Charlie said, helping her up. He gave Hermione a light kiss and the two of them went into the living room where wrapping paper was flying every which way.