By Sapphire200182
A/N: So, it's that time of year again…who wants more Christmas one-shots? Anybody? With marshmallows on it? Ah well, I'm gonna do a NICE LONG CHRISTMAS SPECIAL! So, here we go…
Disclaimer: I do not own Brook Benton's work, I do not own The Carpenters' work, I don't own Stevie Wonders', Allen Story's (or is it Allen Stories?), Anna Gaye's, George Gordy's, Aretha Franklin's (go girl!), Skyliners', Jimmy Beaumont's, Debbie Reynolds', Donald O'Connor's, Celine Dion's, or JK Rowling's cats. Sorry, I mean 'work'. Ever. Now don't make me say all that again…
R&R plz! My girlfriend and I love these Christmasy songs!
Chapter 1: You're All I Want For Christmas Act 1December 22.
Harry sighed, and put the finishing touches to the Burrow's Christmas decorations.
"Hand me the golden star, please, Gin."
Ginny Weasley smiled. "And how am I going to do that?" she said, holding up the star. "I'm on the ground and you're the one up in the air, you know."
Harry was hovering ten meters in the air on his Firebolt, putting the finishing touches on the Burrow's roof. He swooped down, and as he flew past he grabbed Ginny neatly by the waist and swept her – literally – off her feet.
"Harry!" she squealed, then found herself floating in the air above the top of the Burrow's roof, and she saw the little stand where the star was to be attached.
"Like this," he replied. "Go on, put the star on. It's the last bit."
She giggled, and attached the star with a not-so-permanent Sticking Charm. Then she turned around on the broom, and surprised Harry with a kiss.
He was surprised – delightfully so – but soon reciprocated, deepening the kiss, and Ginny shifted her body.
"Mmmm," she said vaguely. "Interesting."
"You know, I still really haven't gotten over this openness thing. I mean, dating in secret was a lot more exciting when Voldie was around."
The War had been over for quite some time now, allowing Harry and Ginny to date freely since Voldemort was dead. Occasionally Harry wondered about Draco Malfoy, and whether he was still alive and plotting revenge…but then now was neither the time nor the place to think about jinxing the little ferret to hell and back.
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Incurable romantic. I happen to like kissing on brooms floating above my house."
"Be careful, your brother might see us," Harry said, putting his arms around her and kissing her again.
"HE ALREADY HAS!" Too late, he spotted the tell-tale shock of red hair advancing up the driveway.
"Oh shit!" Ginny mumbled into Harry's lips, and Harry shot off fifty feet into the air.
Looking back down from a safe distance, they anxiously looked for Hermione. If she was around, Ron would be sorted out in an instant.
As indeed he was. But not by Hermione.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley! Come help me in the kitchen! Stop standing around outside, it's getting late."
Harry looked all over the Burrow, casting the very eagle-eyes which had once looked for a tiny Snitch over the back yard.
There! He'd spotted her, a pleasantly plump middle-aged woman tapping her foot impatiently. Then she spotted Harry and Ginny floating in the sky. Flicking her wand, the woman sent up a jet of sparks.
"Get flying before Ron comes out again," came the voice of Mrs. Weasley from the spray of yellow sparks.
Harry sent his thanks, and coasted into the twilight sky.
Act 2He and Ginny drifted among the clouds, necking and enjoying the view. A cloud of swallows swept by, surprised by the two flying humans.
"Harry," she said. "What do you want for Christmas?"
He pursed his lips and pretended to think. "I thought the point of wrapping a present was so it would be a surprise, which if I told you what I wanted would be totally defeated altogether."
"But I've run out of ideas!"
Harry slipped his hands around her. "Well, how about…"
She waited with bated breath for his reply.
"…you?"
I want my arms around you for Christmas
I need no presents under the tree
You're all I want, my darling
And that will be the world to me.
Ginny blushed. "Aww…Harry, that's so sweet. But seriously, what do you want?"
I want to share your kisses for Christmas
The rest is only tinsel and show
You're all I want, my darling
At candle glow and mistletoe.
"All I want is to be with you," said Harry, and now his tone was more serious. "I want to kiss you…"
As far as I'm concerned
Santa doesn't have to load his sleigh
He can mark my other gifts 'returned'
Or give them all away.
"…I want to comfort you…"
I only want your lovin' for Christmas
No other kind of present will do
You're all I want, my darling
"…and I want to marry you," he said, taking a small velvet box out of his pocket, and popping the top to reveal…
Please want me too
Please want me too
Please want me too
As I want you.
"Oh, Harry," breathed Ginny. "I will, of course I will."
And as they drifted off into the stars, Harry reflected on the most wonderful Christmas present he had ever, ever received.