ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs (ᴍᴀʀᴀᴜᴅᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ (ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ)

"You did not just say that." James said, his face serious as we looked between our friends.

Sirius nodded, clapping a hand on my boyfriend's back, "It's your guys' turn to make Christmas dinner for the group. We've had to every other time."

"Have you tasted our cooking?" I deadpanned and Remus shook his head.

"No, because you burn it every time so I'd rather not eat it." He said with a smile and I pointed at him.

"See, he's correct. We burn it every time."

Lily smiled, "Not this time, you won't."

I nodded, "Yes we will."

"I guess we'll see." Peter finalized and I sighed.

I sighed as I put my hands on my hips, already tired of cooking. Truthfully, all we had done was put the turkey in the oven, but looking over everything set out on the table I could already tell it was going to be exhausting.

"I don't wanna do this." I complained as James put on Christmas music softly.

"We'll be fine." He assured me and I shook my head.

"Okay, first things first we should make mashed potatoes. Can you peel the potatoes?" I asked and he nodded, raising his wand. In an instant the potatoes were perfectly peeled, even chopped into chunks. I raised an eyebrow, "Didn't Lily tell us not to use magic?"

He shrugged with a smile, "She'll never know."

I laughed as I filled a pot with water and put it on the awaiting stove before gently throwing the potato chunks in it. I sprinkled in some salt and turned the stove on to five. I didn't know if that was the right temperature but it's what I decided.

"Okay." I said, looking down at the recipe book. "Easy enough, I guess. Pumpkin pie, now?"

"How did this happen?" I asked in shock as James sat on the floor, covered in flour and rubbing his head.

"Because you can't cook." He said, trying to stand up but slipping again. I scowled, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it at him.

"You can't with-" I sniffed the air curiously. "What is that?" I asked, burning filling my nose.

James' eyes widened as he pointed to the oven behind me. "Uh, Y/n?"

I turned around and yelped as a fire raged inside the oven, "The turkey!" I exclaimed, grabbing an oven mitt and throwing open the door. The fire alarm started blaring as I grabbed the fire turkey and cursed James for getting a muggle house. My eyes watered from the smoke as I ran to the front door and threw the fireball into the snow, successfully putting it out. I sighed in relief, slumping against the doorframe.

I became alert again as James shrieked from the kitchen, crying out in pain. I ran back inside the kitchen to see the potatoes boiling over and the roll of paper towels bursting in flames.

"What the fuck." I groaned as I rushed to the potatoes and turned the stove off, yelling out in pain as I stepped in a boiling puddle and leaned against the counter for support. Pain burst up my hand and I looked down frantically to see the cookbook... in flames.

Arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me from the kitchen as James muttered a spell and put all the fires out. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, laughing loudly. He laughed with me, hugging back just as tight and swaying us side to side. A knock on the open door brought us out of our trance as our neighbor peered in with a concerned look.

"Are two alright?" The older woman asked and I laughed gently.

"Oh, we'll be fine. Just almost set our house on fire." I told her and she smiled, her eyes sparkling as she looked at us.

"We scorched Christmas dinner, and our friends will livid about it." James said with a grin.

The lady laughed, "Oh, you two. How about you and your friends have Christmas dinner with me? The kids couldn't make it this Christmas, so I'm all alone. I'd love to cook for you." I looked at James, silently asking what he thought, and he nodded.

I turned back to the lady, "That would be lovely."

"I wish I was there to see it, but I have to say, this food is much better than yours ever would be." Sirius said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes.

"For once, I have to agree with you, Pads." James nodded, his face full of food.

The lady slapped his arm, "Don't talk with your mouth full." The table laughed as James was scolded.

The window froze over as the fire crackled softly and Christmas music played gently as everyone slept in the living room. Content and full.

QOTD;

DO YOU CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS?