A 'Magical' Christmas

This ficlet came to me when I read the latest chapter of 'Family Whore.' That story depicts a Ginny that services the sexual needs of her family which led to the idle thought that 'what if it was Molly instead' which then led to this plot bunny. Although there is the potential to take this further and include other scenes I'll probably leave this a one-shot since my every attempt to write multichapter fics fail miserably.

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Christmas time at the Burrow was always a magical time of year where, no matter what might be happening elsewhere in the Wizarding World, life took on a simpler tone and focused on happiness and Family. It was also one of the few times of the year that the majority of the Weasley clan could be found in one place. The three eldest children had all moved out and had lives of their own while the Twins spent most of their time at their joke shop and were barely home enough to eat and sleep. Ron and Ginny were still in school so that only left the holidays for them to be home.

Arthur and Molly Weasley had spent so many years with numerous children underfoot that having the Burrow just to themselves most of the time felt wrong somehow. The absence of raucous laughter and playful bickering was felt most by Molly since her husband had recently been forced to take on extra responsibilities at the Ministry which kept him working longer and longer hours. But with the Christmas season upon them her house was once again alive with the hustle and bustle of a large family living under one roof.

It was late on Christmas Eve and Molly was putting the finishing touches on the presents for her family, especially those for her eldest son Bill who had managed to come home at the last minute. His plans to stay with his girlfriend's family had fell through when she had ended things just before they were due to leave for her parents' house. Having already arranged for the time off he took advantage of the situation and apperated home to the Burrow. Charlie's gifts had already been forwarded to Romania since he couldn't get away this year as it was his turn to watch over the dragons while most of the other dragon tamers left for the holidays. Even though Percy hadn't spoken to any of them for nearly six months Molly still made sure that there were presents waiting for him in case he changed his mind and joined them.

Although she could use magic to do most everything Molly still preferred to wrap all of presents by hand, something that she had picked up from her mother as a child and tried to pass on to her own children. Thus far only Ginny had followed her example. Her mother had always made it a point to tell her that it isn't just the gift that shows how much one loves someone but also in the way it is wrapped. Using magic might be faster and more efficient but by wrapping it by hand you were also wrapping it in love.

As she finished wrapping the final present, this one for her only daughter, and started for the stairs she thought back on earlier in the evening when she watched Ginny take extra care in wrapping her gift to Harry. Molly had been overjoyed when her daughter had written home to tell her that she was now going out with the young man that was as much a part of the Weasley family as those born with red hair. Ginny had always been frugal when it came to spending what little money she got in allowance and had enough saved up to buy the necklace that she had seen on the last trip to Hogsmeade. It was a thin but sturdy gold chain that supported a tiny golden snitch that was charmed to flit about in small movements when worn over your clothes. Good thing since Molly suspected having it moving about under one's clothes would prove rather distracting. Ginny had paid a bit extra and had her and Harry's initials engraved on the tiny ball. She had no doubt that her probable future son-in-law would love his gift.

Molly had been so tired and distracted that she did not notice that she had not walked far enough to reach her bedroom and had accidentally entered Percy's room nor did she notice that although the room's layout was the same the momentos and such were different. She had undressed and climbed into bed while noticing none of this.

Bill had been upset when his girlfriend of two years had broken things off but was more than happy to come home to his family for the holidays. Although they could be a trying lot most of the time he wouldn't give them up for any amount of galleons. Every time he heard someone laugh he would think about his siblings and the fun that they all had growing up. Every time he saw a father get upset and verbally, sometimes physically, accosting their children he would think of his own father and be happy that he had managed to raise seven children without the need for such things. For Arthur, a few soft spoken words and a guiding hand were enough to teach his children right from wrong. Each time he looked at a woman he would subconsciously compare her to his mother and every one of them had come up lacking in one way or another. It was more than likely that these comparisons were behind his troubles with long term relationships. Either that or it was the fantasies that he had been having about his mother for years.

When he had heard the door to Percy's room open and he saw Molly enter he imediately thought he was still dreaming and that a new fantasy was playing out. Watching her undress from his vantage point on the bed was making higher thought difficult as much of his blood travelled into his growing erection. He nearly gasped in surprise as the last of her clothes slid down her legs and off leaving her body open to his perusal. Although she was a few pounds heavier than she was in her youth she was nowhere near the size she portrayed when dressed. A momentary thought bounced through his mind that suggested that she might have charmed her clothes to assist in projecting a more matronly look. A second thought followed stating that this was a new element to his fantasies and that he should make sure to examine every centimeter to her new shape. His erection answered for him by twitching several times as if to say that it would be his pleasure.

She had climbed into bed with him and laid on her side facing away from him. The way that she positioned herself gave him the impression that she wanted him to spoon up against her back. He was only too happy to oblige. Once in position his hand sought out her breasts and started to explore every bit of the matching pair paying special attention to the hardening nipples in the center of the large caps on her equally ample breasts. His lips began by exploring the skin of her neck and shoulders before zeroing in on her earlobe and the sensitive area just below it.

When she had begun humming in pleasure Bill took that as a sign to explore more of his new fantasy. His hand travelled south from her breasts, over the slight paunch of her abdomen, and to the juncture of her thighs which opened for him. She still had hair down there which had momentarily surprised him since all of his previous fantasies had her bare but was loving the new experience. He could always adjust the fantasy next time. Filtering through the hair he found her already moistening center and began running his fingers around the outside of her labia before easing a single finger between her folds. Slipping in to the second knuckle he found another aspect of this fantasy that was different; this Molly was tighter than he had previously imagined. It took a few minutes but he eventually worked two more fingers into her while also working her clit with his thumb. Her humming had long since changed to moans and were accompanied by the rocking of her hips as she tried to get more of his fingers inside her. The movements caused his erection to shift back and forth between her cheeks further hardening him.

"Please...." One word was all that Molly had been able to utter in her request for him to fuck her. Her husband had been so tired lately that it had been some time since the last time they had done it and she didn't want to wait any longer now that he had her well and truly primed for a powerful orgasm. With barely missing a beat his fingers were replaced by that which she desired most. His cock pleasantly stretched her and seemed to reach parts before untouched as it slipped all the way inside her. She began matching his rhythm with her own hips as he carried her slowly to her first release. Her second release came on the heels of what could only be described as hard and fast rutting as he pounded into her with abandon. Numbers three and four were the result of a combination of the two. Still he had not cum.

Bill was really enjoying this version of his fantasy when he brought her to her fourth climax. As he waited for her to come down from the latest one he knew that he'd only last a handful of minutes longer and wanted to end this fantasy like all his others did. He eased himself out of her quivering pussy and positioned his well-lubricated shaft at the entrance to her rear. He felt her briefly stiffen before she once again relaxed.

Molly felt him preparing to do something that they had only done a handful of times before and was caught unprepared. She quickly relaxed and shifted slightly to give him better access. How could she deny him when he had given her the best orgasms that she had had in years. Not since Ron and Ginny were real young and there had been the chance of them walking in on them had she came as hard. Having the family together again was adding that extra needed spice that they'd been missing lately.

Bill eased his way into her puckered hole, not stopping until his balls were resting up against her pussy. Her arse was even tighter and shifted a few times as she adjusted to his intrusion which wasn't helping his staying power any. When he felt her fully relax he once again began with slow movements and built up speed gradually. Simultaneously his hand returned to her pussy and worked her clit, hoping to make her cum one more time. When she explode a few minutes later she pulled him over with her and he filled her with a powerful load of his semen.

Still firmly nestled in her arse he tilted her face around and kissed her passionately before pulling her into his embrace and slipping into the best night of sleep he could ever remember having.

Through heavily-lidded eyes and the blanket of euphoria that their lovemaking had created she saw her husband, not as the balding man he was today but as the long-haired rogue that he had been in their youth. With a sigh of contentment she went to sleep nestled in his arms and with his slowly softening cock still in her arse.