A/N: Written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows 's Poetic Colors Challenge :)

"I think you have one more," Ginny said, indicating the small lumpy package under the tree. Draco thought he heard something smug in her voice, but he brushed it off as he reached for the isolated present.

"I wonder who." He murmured, swopping in for a kiss before he resettled himself on the ground. The floor around them was littered with the bubblegum pink wrappers of their first Christmas together, and Draco was about to chastise Ginny for her bland cocoa brown wrappings on this particular one. He then began to open it of his own accord, taking longer than necessary since Ginny had obviously left this one for last.

As the paper fell away, Draco felt himself gape. Sitting in his lap was the single most hideous thing he'd even seen in his life. A lime green knit sweater with a great silver "D" in the dead center. He almost, but decided against, saying that he would never in a million years wear that sweater. You couldn't pay him to wear it in public, in fact, you couldn't pay him to even put in a shoebox under his bed. He didn't know how to break it to Ginny without being hurtful, but there really was no other alternative.

Then he heard Ginny snickering.

"It's a Weasley sweater," she giggled, cuping a hand over her mouth. "I've been getting them since the day I was born, and now that you're part of the family... so will you."

Draco smiled to himself, but he gave a mental sigh of relief as he watched the red head laugh.

He had never doubted his feelings for Ginny before, but he was always unsure as to how she felt about him. After everything. All the heartache and break, even those unsoulful years at Hogwarts that he'd rather not think about. He figured she was a saint for just looking at him, let alone marrying him and telling him that he was her one and only. The doubt resided sharply in his heart, however, a discomfort hard to lodge. Now, to hear her include him so flawlessly in her family- in his family- he could no longer deny that her love was true.

Immediately he was seized with an urge to kiss her. Right here, now, was perfect. A perfect Christmas with the girl he loved, kisses beneath the misletoe, and a hideous sweater he would never look at again.

There were many more to come.