AN: I don't own Harry Potter. If I do then, Ginny would not exist. Enjoy!

"Let me make this clear," Ron, the youngest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, cleared his throat. "You're dating Nick, as in Nick Claus."

"Yes," Hermione timidly answered.

"SANTA CLAUS' ONLY CHILD," Ron shouted, clearly shocked with the newly found information. It took him about twenty minutes to process what Hermione had told him about her love life.

"YES!" his bush-haired friend yelled back, frustrated. "YES I AM GOING OUT WITH SANTA CLAUS' SON, WHO KNOWS RUDOLF AND LIVES IN NORTH POLE!"

"This is weird but this is a magical world," Harry, the boy-who-lived, who was staring out of the window, holding a mug of hot chocolate, muttered bitterly. "We shouldn't be surprised."

"Say what? Does he have a mini pot belly? Does he shave?" Ron said sarcastically. Hermione glared at him.

"For your information, he is handsome. He's blonde, grey eyes, ivory-like skin, thin lips, and a body to die for."

"Sounds like Malfoy Jr." Ron wrinkled his nose in disgust. "How did you meet?"

"I was looking for a Christmas tree-"

"What a coincidence!" Ron started whooping with laughter. "Get it Harry? Our Hermione here is shopping for Christmas and got the Christmas guy's son instead."

"Yeah, nice, great."