Hello there lovelies!

So this is the first installment in my little Christmas gift to you! I'm going to try to post daily, but seeing as how I have exams starting next week, I may just post them when I can. (Not all of them will be Christmas based since it is what you guys requested, but quite a few of them are!)

I don't really have an order for when everyone's will be posted, it's just which one I had inspiration for first.

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and only the story line belongs to me.

For paulaa90 xxx I really hope you like it!

Fire. She was pure fire and heat.

"Sirius Black! Come in here, please!" Molly Weasley's voice rang out from the kitchen.

It was Christmas night, and everyone was coming to the Burrow for dinner. Most of the Weasley's were here already as well as the rest of their guests. The Potters, Harry, Luna and their son James. Hermione and Draco, and their twins Scorpius and Rose, and Ron and Padma, who were newly engaged and were scheduled to tie the knot next spring.

Molly had knit everyone in attendance a sweater, Hermione had to pinch Draco's side when he opened his mouth to say that red wasn't really his colour. Luna however was over the moon when Molly handed her the multicoloured sweater, proudly wearing it as she bounced her one year old son on her hip.

Sirius shook his head as he watched Remus sneak to the end of the table, and nick a few of the chocolate chip cookies. "You'll ruin your dinner, Moony!" Sirius cackled as he headed off for the kitchen, before Molly blew a gasket. Remus blushed profusely before striding over to his wife and son.

"Oh, is she not here yet?" Molly tsked under her breath, eyes widening when she saw him. "Sirius be a dear and find out where she is."

"I thought you needed help?" Sirius quirked an eyebrow.

"Sirius Black, I'm afraid to let you near anything in this kitchen." Molly's shoulders tensed as she shot him a stiff smile. Who knows what kind of mischief he could get up to in here? Molly wondered to herself.

"Fair enough," Sirius raised his hands in surrender, backing out of the kitchen.

Sirius decided to get a bit of fresh air, glancing at the rest of the guests as he exited the house. Bright, vibrant laughter, clinking of glasses, broad smiles. The War ended six years ago, and somehow, they had all managed to heal, slowly but surely.

"Are we late do you think?" A voice asked from in front of him as he stepped out of the warm house into the frigid cold.

"Food hasn't been served yet, Nott," Sirius answered the Slytherin's question; the pale boy's head snapped up at Sirius' voice.

"Then we're just in time then."

"Brilliant," Blaise grinned, his white teeth standing out against his dark skin.

"Where's your woman?" Theo grunted when he was a few steps away from Sirius.

"Behind you."

She wasn't gentle, she was fire, and heat, and her touch burned. Bright blue eyes, fiery red hair that she had chopped off the majority of. 'It gets in the way when I'm playing Quidditch,' she had shrugged nonchalantly.

"Merry Christmas, Ginevra," Blaise smirked, knowing how much she hated to be called her full name.

"Watch it Zabini. You're lucky it's Christmas or I would've hexed you for that already," Ginny smirked, Neville popped into yard just a few feet behind her at that exact moment. Ruffling his hair as he started walking towards the group.

"You know you love me, Doll," Blaise guffawed, hitting Theo's shoulder. The two Slytherins proceeded to go inside, "see you lot in there!"

If you told him a few years back that Slytherins would be coming to the Burrow for Christmas dinner; Sirius would've told you that you were bonkers, barking mad.

"Gin," Neville placed a quick kiss on the top of the girl's head, pulling her in for a light side hug at the same time.

"Nev," Ginny squeezed his hand when he let go.

"It's bloody freezing out here, I'm going to go inside," Neville announced. "Merry Christmas, by the way." Then only Sirius and Ginny were left.

"He's right, it is freezing, love," Sirius pointed out. Ginny was strolling towards him languidly.

"Then why don't you warm me up?" Ginny sang gaily, spinning in the snow for a moment.

"C'mere, witch," Sirius laughed, grabbing her wrist when she was close enough and tugging her into him.

"Did you miss me today?" Ginny whispered.

"Greatly," Sirius said in a dramatic tone.

"Food been served yet?" Ginny asked, her fingers finding their way under his shirt and laying across his bare back. Sirius hissed at how cold they were.

"No, not yet. Soon though." Ginny smirked up at him then, nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip.

"Merry Christmas, Sirius Black."

"Merry Christmas, Ginny Weasley."

Ginny frowned momentarily after he said her name, "why haven't you ever asked me about getting married or any of that?"

"If you wanted to get married you would have said so by now. Plus I don't have you pegged for a housewife."

"Housewife you say?" Ginny arched a brow.

"See, the very term offends you," Sirius said knowingly, ducking his head to peck her lips quickly.

"Well I do want kids one day," Ginny pursed her lips and then rolled her eyes, "and it's not decent for a girl to have children outside of wedlock." Ginny said the words with great distaste, a deep frown marring her features.

"I'm guessing dear Molly said that?"

"Yes, Pads."

"Well, she said it wasn't decent for you to be with someone practically twice your age..." Sirius trailed off.

"Yet here we are," Ginny grinned. "Fuck it. Our children will have two amazing parents, and that's that."

"Children scare the shit out of me..." Sirius frowned. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Kiss me, a proper one this time," Ginny commanded. Sirius shook his head slightly, but complied nonetheless.

Fire, heat, there was nothing gentle about it. Her lips moved against his hungrily. She smelled like peppermint, and tasted like Firewhisky. Fire, heat, she bit his bottom lip, and if it wasn't for Hermione leaning against the front door frame with her husband behind her, both of them whistling; he would've said they skip dinner and go home right then and there.

"Alright, let's extinguish all that lust and come inside little lions, it's dinner time," Draco said in a teasing tone. Hermione snorted, grabbing her husband's hand and tugging him back into the house.

"Much better," Ginny said triumphantly, tugging on a some of Sirius' shoulder length locks.

Fire and heat. There was nothing gentle about his woman. Sirius threw her over his shoulder and carried her back into the house, Ginny's laughter pealing out of her as he did.

The rest of the evening was spent with the guests lobbing playful insults around the table, especially after Harry and Draco had too much to drink. At some point Harry, Ron, Draco, Sirius, Remus, Theo, Neville, and Blaise ended up in a line, swaying from side to side, drinks in hand singing at the top of their lungs. Everyone else made sure to get as many pictures as they could; Hermione laughed as she victoriously waved her camcorder around. Ginny had smirked and said maybe her husband's cunning was rubbing off on her. It was the wee hours of the morning when Sirius and Ginny left by floo; neither of them trusting themselves enough to apparate.

"Merry Christmas, love," Ginny yawned as she lay sprawled across his chest in their bed.

"Merry Christmas, my little spitfire," Sirius murmured back, tightening his grip on her. Ginny rubbed her cheek against his chest, fingers tracing a pattern across his shoulder until she fell asleep. Maybe she could be a little gentle. Sirius kissed the top of his witch's head before letting sleep claim him. Merry Christmas indeed.

I'm probably not going to update IWHGH, FTT, or TTPOC, before the new year. I'm sorry, I really, really am! Between writing all of these, exams and then actually getting ready for Christmas I may just not have time. I will try though, I promise to try

Love you all bunches and bunches,

Indieblue xxx

P.S. Gosh I love Christmas!