A/N Hello, first I feel I should just tell you that I'm not J.K Rowling, in case you think I'm good enough to be ;) and also, I don't own these characters, they are just my toys.
Together
Ron Weasley was awoken by squeals, and a dull pain in his leg,
"Daddy! Daddy! It's Christmas! Mummy! Mummy! Come on, come on, Its Christmas!"
"Oh, come on, Hugo, be careful." Said Rose, her ginger ringlets framing her face as she stepped into her parent's bedroom. Rose was always calmer than her brother, who was always excitable, just like her father.
"Merry Christmas!" called Ron, scooping his 4 year old son into his arms, and carrying him through to the sitting room. Hermione followed, laughing,
"Oh Ronald, you really are just a big kid aren't you." she chuckled, kissing her husband sweetly on the cheek.
"And you wouldn't have me any other way!" he defended, also laughing as he sat on the chair, still holding the wriggling Hugo in his arms.
"Trying to get away are you?" joked the playful Ron, pulling Hugo into his chest, and tickling him.
"Oh honestly Ronald, let him go." Hermione tried to be stern, but couldn't help but smile at her family, this was love.
"Alright scamp." Laughed Ron, as he released his son, who was also laughing. Rose walked up to her father, pulling out a small picture, A father and his son, laughing as the father tickled his son, their red hair sticking up at all angles, from the tickling.
"Perfect." Hermione sighed, looking at the picture from over her husband's shoulder. She took the picture and, using a sticking charm, stuck it to the wall, with all of the other pictures from over the years. She smiled as one particular picture caught her eye. It was of two teenagers, dancing.
"Merry Christmas, Mrs Weasley." Ron whispered.
"Merry Christmas, Mr Weasley."
Before long the presents were opened, and everyone wearing a new jumper, courtesy of Nana Weasley of course. Ron laughed as he pulled on his maroon pullover- with its infamous 'R' on the front.
"Merry Christmas!" they called. And everything went surprisingly well that Christmas. Even at The Burrow for Christmas Dinner, even with George on the prowl. For the Weasley family, all of the darkness was behind them, and they celebrated Christmas the only way they knew how.
Together.
A/N MERRY CHRISTMAS! FROM GTG!