Summary: Harry's not a bad father. He just needs a little help. Harry and Hermione spend Christmas eve wrapping Teddy's presents. The two best friends get to talking and some things on both ends are confessed.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever owned the Harry Potter universe. If I did, I'd be a gajillionair and Harmony would be cannon!

It was Christmas Eve. Harry and Hermione were at Grimauld Place where Harry currently lived with his godson, Teddy. They were sitting by the tree, wrapping the boy's presents while he was upstairs sleeping.

Ever since Hermione broke it off with Ron, the two have rarely been out of each other's company. Harry and Ginny decided they weren't the perfect couple they thought they were at one time, and though Ron didn't take the break up too well, he was most certainly moving on with a girl he met through his position with the Cannons.

"Why did we have to get him so much bleeding stuff" Harry grumbled as he wrapped what seemed to be his hundredth present to his godson.

Hermione giggled. "Because you love him and love to spoil him."

Harry smiled fondly. "I know how it is to grow up without parents. I don't want him to have the life I had."

"I know" Hermione said softly, concentrating on her own wrapping. "Your aunt and uncle were horrid to you. You're nothing like them."

He smiled at her. "Well, they never had you to scold them when they weren't polite."

"And if you keep that up, neither will you."

Harry laughed. "I'm joking, Hermione."

She laughed and shook her head and finished wrapping her gift and set it under the tree. "It's a good-" Harry pressed his finger to his lips. Hermione gave him a confused look. He then nudged his head over to the top of the stairs where they saw little feet poking from the top.

"Oh" She mouthed. "Harry, why did you get Teddy all of this coal?" She said loudly enough for him to hear her.

"He's been a very bad boy!" he said slightly louder. "And if I find out he's not in bed, it's all he's getting!"

The pair laughed as they watched the feet disappear and they heard him scurrying back to his room. "you're so good with him" Hermione stated.

Harry shrugged. "Andromeda has helped me a lot. I'm rubbish at this whole dad thing."

Hermione scoffed. "If I could find a guy who's as good with kids as you are I probably wouldn't be single right now."

Harry only laughed. "No you'd still be single. All the guys you've dated after Ron have made you choose between me and them. I don't see you choosing some bloke over your best friend."

Hermione smiled. "Well at least I try. Why do you never date? You haven't since Ginny"

"It isn't worth it."
"That's rubbish, Harry. Teddy is going to need a stable mother figure in his life. Maybe that's why you think you're a bad father. It's too much"

Harry sighed. "I don't want a girl who's only in it for the boy who lived anywhere near Teddy." Harry said firmly. "That's you, Ginny, and Luna. Besides, I don't need to find a new bird to be a mother figure. He has you."

"I said stable. I can't be just your best friend and a mom to him too. It'd confuse him too much in the long run."

Harry looked down. "Well, I meant that….well…." he started to tear up a piece of wrapping paper

Hermione furrowed her eyes in confusion. "I don't understand"

"What if you weren't just my best friend?" He asked. Hermione went completely silent. "Honestly, I've liked you for a while. I just didn't want to ruin this: What we have. What we have with Teddy. It was just too perfect. I didn't want to push my luck. We all know how my luck is."

The two were silent for a moment. "I, erm…" Hermione started. "Harry, I really like you too." She said finally. He looked up at her and she was smiling. He smiled back.

"You mean it?" he asked excitedly. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Of course I do. I would be barmy if I didn't."

He laughed "Merry Christmas, Hermione." He kissed her again briefly.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." She ruffled his hair. "Now come on. We have to finish wrapping Teddy's truckload of gifts you bought him. Including…" she picked up a book, "a book of colors?"

Harry grinned. "Well he has to pick out his hair color sometime and I think Tonks would be proud of the colors in there."

Hermione laughed and shoved him playfully and the two got back to work. It was a Merry Christmas indeed.

A/N: Like I said I just pounded this out a few minutes ago. I haven't posted anything in a long while (and my old story was deleted by myself) If you guys want to see more of this, let me know and I'll decide if I'm going to continue based on that. If I do end up continuing, there's going to be a lot more depth on this situation revealed in later chapters. Thanks for reading!

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