The Next Generation: Albus Severus Potter

A Very Weasley Christmas Part One

The best part about Christmas is not the carols, or the brief time period of cheer.

Please, we all know that Christmas is about the fucking presents. No matter how much you try to deny it, it's just something that has gone through generation after generation.

Anyway, at the moment, I was sitting on my bed, waiting for Nessa to come into my room. She told me that after she had gotten dressed, she would come in and see me.

I was wearing a pair of nice pants and a tuxedo shirt with a jacket. I wore nice dress shoes as well. The whole outfit was fucking itchy. I wanted to strip and just put on pajamas. Why couldn't I just do that?

"Al?" I heard Nessa softly say. She opened up the door knob and swiftly made her way inside of the room.

She looked drop-dead gorgeous. I had the urge to go and wrap my arms around her, and never, ever let go.

She was wearing a short green dress that reached down to her knees. It was a little puffy at the ends of the dress. On her feet, she wore black flats. Natural make up was upon her face; her luxury long curls had cascaded down her back. I told her once that she didn't need make up to look beautiful; she already was without it.

"You clean up nice, Al," she told me, sounding a bit surprised, as she came to sit next to me on my bed.

"You look gorgeous, Nessa. Every single day you look amazing," I replied to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

She lay her head on my shoulder and looked up at me. Pulling out her wand, she waved it above our heads.

"Oh, look," she casually stated. "A mistletoe."

I leaned in and kissed her lips; her soft lips melted into mine.

The feeling of her arms making there way around my neck was quite obvious as the kiss deepened.

Soon I found myself kissing her jawline; she moaned in delight. Her hands messed up my hair- which I was fine with- as I played with her hair.

I found myself playing with her breasts, and she grinned. She moaned.

"Oh, Al!" Nessa moaned. "Enter my chamber of secrets."

Then there was a knock on the door. Nessa suddenly leapt off of me and smoothed out her dress and I fixed my hair.

"Al?" Dad asked, coming into my room. "Are you ready to go?"

I felt a pink heat rise up to my cheeks; Nessa was blushing furiously.

"Yeah," I replied, a quick crack in my voice. My girlfriend giggled at it.

Dad nodded. "Oh, and Al?"

"Yeah?" I replied, wondering what he was going to say to me.

"Maybe you should wipe the lipstick off of your face," he smirked.

•••

It was Nessa's idea to have her go down before I did.

That was a pretty smart idea; that way nobody but my father would know that we nearly had sex. But then again, she always was the most smart one out of Scorpius, herself and I.

I waited five minutes before I went down; I saw my father laughing uncontrollably when he saw me.

"What?" I scowled.

"Al, honey, your shirt is inside out," Nessa said as she came and took it off and put it on correctly. I felt a pink hue rise to my cheeks.

My father was still fucking laughing.

"Al, didn't your mother teach you how to get dressed when you were a young person?"

"Yes," I replied to Nessa.

"Then why is your shirt inside out?" Nessa smirked at me.

A light hue of pink probably rose to my cheeks, considering the fact that I had felt my cheeks heat up. I didn't reply.

The voice of my mother's came in.

"Alright, Potter family! Ready to go?"

"I'm not a Potter," Nessa told my mother, confused.

"Please," James laughed. "We all know that you will become a Potter in the future."

Nessa's pale cheeks lit on fire; it seemed as if she was a Californian wildfire at the moment.

"Anyway," Mum stated, assassinating the awkward tension that was between everybody at the moment. "It's time for us to go."

•••

The first person that I had the pleasure to run into at the Burrow was Aunt Madison.

Aunt Madison looked around seven months pregnant. She looked very pissed off, too.

"Aunt Madison?"

"Hey, Al," she grumpily said.

"What's up with you?"

"Your father called me fat."

It wasn't a lie, if you thought about it. She did gain a lot of weight.

I nodded and slowly backed out of the kitchen; if there was one thing you didn't want to see in your fucking life, it was my Aunt Madison angry.

It wasn't a pretty scene.

I next ran into Nessa; she held onto my hand as if it was her life source.

"What's up?"

"The ceiling."

"Ha ha, that was very fucking funny," I mocked.

"Katie is here."