A/N: This is not only my entry for Cauldron Cakes in the Honeydukes Competition in HPFC, it is also my Christmas present to Kat Ducat for the Christmas fic exchange. Hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
Hermione Weasley had woken up early on Christmas morning thanks to her two screaming children. Rose and Hugo had hauled her out of bed at 6:00, telling her that Santa had come, and that they both wanted to start opening presents right away. Reluctantly, she pulled the fleecy warm covers off of her and climbed out of bed. Ron was already up and handed her a cup of coffee as she came down the hall. She walked into the living room, admiring her work. She and Ron had wrapped every gift that they wanted to give to Rose and Hugo, having Ron sign specific ones as gifts Santa had brought them.
Rose and Hugo ripped the wrapping paper from each of the presents quite viciously, excited to see what each package contained. Both were overjoyed with everything they had received, and Hermione was happy to see that they liked what they got.
As they were opening the last presents under the tree, Ron snuck into the hall. Hermione assumed it was just to go to the washroom. She was shocked to see him holding a small box wrapped in gold paper.
"For you, love," he told her, handing her the package.
"Ron, you've gotten me so much already," Hermione said, gesturing to the beautiful gifts by her side. He'd gotten her a number of gifts, including a straightener, lovely smelling candles, books she'd been saying she wanted and even the hairbrush that was supposed to help tame wild hair, "what else do I need?"
"Just one more, promise," he said, kissing her nose and sitting down beside her. Rose and Hugo sat at her feet, always more comfortable opening presents and watching Ron and Hermione open presents from the floor on Christmas.
Hermione gently pulled away the golden wrapping paper, revealing a small black box. She took off the lid to reveal a beautiful charm bracelet, each charm a picture that had been taken. One was of Ron, another of Rose, one of Hugo, her own portrait, and another of them all together. Attached was another of Ginny and Harry along with Lily, Albus and James, and one of the whole Weasley family. She smiled brightly at her husband.
"You are the most wonderful husband in the world, Ron," Hermione said, kissing him on the cheek. He ran his hand down the length of his face and kissed her on the lips. Hermione heard a camera click and she jumped. Rose and Hugo began to laugh and Ron picked them both up and spun them around. They were all laughing like lunatics.
Hermione smiled to herself, picking up the camera that had fallen out of Rose's hand and snapping another shot. Everyone was happy. She couldn't have had a better Christmas.
Later that evening, Hermione was lying on the bed, flipping through her digital camera's photos, eyeing pictures of Rose and Hugo opening gifts from Santa, and reached the picture of Ron and herself kissing on the couch. Ron leaned over to take a peek at the picture.
"Do you know how much I love that picture?" Ron asked her.
"No, I don't," she replied.
"I love it a lot, but not as much as I love you," he told her, leaning in to kiss her passionately. She kissed back, loving the taste of his lips and the feeling of safety that came with each of his embraces.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," she replied.
Okay… NOW she couldn't have had a better Christmas.