• Harry Potter One Shots• (request open)

Weasley Jumpers • Molly and Arthur Weasley

"I knew I'd find you here." Arthur smiled, walking sleepily down the stairs. Molly sat comfortably on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, in front of the fire. She was an early riser. The couple were coming up on Christmas in their 7th and final year at Hogwarts and had been together since 4th year. Christmas gifts were minimum, but they always made sure to get each other something - most of the time it was a sweet treat or a small gift from a shop in Diagon Alley - neither came from money, but the monetary value of gifts didn't matter to either of them.

"Every morning." Young Molly smiled, patting the space next to her. She had a parcel hid underneath the blanket in her lap. Molly wanted to do something special for Arthur this year - something from her heart, homemade. Although, he did enjoy her usual Honeydukes trip for his Christmas gift.

Arthur flopped down and slung an arm over Molly's shoulder.

"I have a gift for you." They both said in unison, warranting a laugh from both.

"You first." Arthur smiled. Molly shook her head in protest. "Oh, come on. Ladies first!" Arthur insisted.

Molly suddenly got embarrassed. What if he didn't like the gift? She fidgeted with the brown paper in her lap, she had worked so hard on this gift and was really hoping he loved it. Molly sighed and pulled the package out, handing it to Arthur.

"I hope you like it. Made it myself." She smiled a huge, toothy grin.

Arthur excitedly ripped open the package to reveal a homemade, red jumper with a yellow-gold "A" knitted on the front. Molly bit her lip and studied his face. "You made this?" He exclaimed, practically ripping his shirt off and throwing the jumper on. "I love it!"

"Really?" Molly grinned.

"Yes! The best Christmas gift I've ever gotten." He beamed, proudly wearing the jumper. "Now, for your gift.. it isn't much.. but.. I saved all summer, haven't had one trip to Honeydukes this year, mind you." He rustled in his pocket until he pulled out a small locket, "didn't have time to wrap it." He blushed.

Molly opened the locket, it was empty. On the front, a small "MW" was engraved.

"MW - for mollywobbles. For now." Arthur smiled, taking Molly's hand. "When we're done with school though, I hope it can stand for Molly Weasley."

"You want to marry me someday?" Molly grinned.

"Of course. I figured that's what picture we could put in." He smiled, kissing Molly's lips gently.

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Molly dabbed her eyes with her apron as she watched her children, and grandchildren, one by one open their own Weasley jumper. The tradition started that year, at Hogwarts. She made Arthur another jumper the next year, in a different color - they got married that year. The next year, she made two - one for Arthur and one for baby Bill, then came Charlie.. then Percy.. then the twins.. Ron.. Ginny.. Harry.. Hermione.. before she knew it, she was making jumpers all year for her seven children, their spouses, and her hoard of grandchildren. It warmed her heart so much and she was so happy.

"What's wrong, my dear?" Arthur said quietly, wrapping his arms around Molly from behind.

"Oh, just reminiscing." She said, relaxing back into his chest as Hermione, Ron's wife, opened her jumper. The locket was tucked away safely in her jewelry box, a picture of their wedding day inside. The original Weasley jumper, tattered and too small for Arthur now, hanging in their closet. Molly thought about how much their family had grown.. how much she loves them all.

"Oh!" Arthur gasped, waving his wand. "Lookie there." He looked up, conjuring a mistletoe right above them. He grinned a mischievous grin. Molly playfully rolled her eyes and leaned back to place a kiss on his lips, smiling against them as they pulled apart.

A gagging sound broke them out of their daze, "Yuck! Grandma and grandpa are kissing." Hugo scoffed. The grandchildren all looked at them in disgust while their children, who's attention was caught by Hugo, chuckled.

"Alright," Molly clapped her hands together, kneeling down at the tree and examining the gifts. "Who's next?"

A/N: I know this isn't a typical one shot but I had this idea and thought it was so precious.