A/N: Heya! So this fic was written for the August One Shot Exchange in HPFC and is dedicated to Future Madam Pomfrey! I do hope you enjoy it!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter
Christmas was the one time of year when Ron was all too willing to participate in Hermione's muggle traditions.
Thanksgiving was okay, a good time to spend sharing a meal with family, easter an interesting tradition as he pretended to be the Easter Bunny, writing notes to their children. He enjoyed seeing them smile the morning after the Easter Bunny had come, eagerly searching the house for easter eggs and chocolates.
But Christmas was what Ron really loved. Wrapping presents with Hermione late on Christmas Eve, eating the cookies their children had left for Santa, filling the stockings with different treats and toys.
It was Christmas Eve that Ron spent in the living room of his home, wrapping with Hermione as the clocked ticked, time moving faster and faster, and Ron getting significantly more tired, but he willed himself to push through, to finish up before he could lie in bed and relax, knowing that tomorrow morning his little Rosie and his even smaller Hugo would be bounding out of their bedrooms, eager to wake up the sleeping parents so they could open their gifts. But for now, he was going to enjoy the time he had with his wife.
The music that Hermione had playing in the background was the muggle music Ron had grown fond of over the years. He recognized that the song was called White Christmas, and he knew it was one of his wife's favourites. Standing up from where he was wrapping one of his son's many gifts, he held out his hand for Hermione, clearing his throat so she looked up and noticed him.
"And what is this exactly?" she asked curiously, whispering slightly so as not to wake the kids, even though they were two floors above.
"May I have this dance, my lady?" Ron asked chivalrously. He saw a pink flush rise to Hermione's cheeks as she looked down at the present she was wrapping. He could see she had already decided the wrapping could be finished in a moment.
"You may indeed," she said, standing up. He could tell she didn't expect him to spin her into his arms, but her smile was beautiful, and she welcomed the surprise.
Slowly, Ron danced from side to side, avoiding the littered presents on the ground. He felt Hermione rest her head on his shoulder, felt her sigh into his body as they melded into one form, dancing together in pure unison. They stuck together until the song was over, and didn't let go for another few minutes. Once they finally pulled apart, Ron leaned in, giving his wife a passionate kiss. He grinned when she returned the favour.
"You know," Hermione mumbled, breathing heavily, breath gone from the kiss. "We should get back to wrapping the presents," she whispered, placing her forehead against his, even though he was taller than she was.
"I think that's a good idea, but once the presents are done…" Ron mused, smirking as he fiddled with the hem on her shirt. "There's one present that I would like to unwrap before the kids wake up."
"I think one present before christmas morning can be arranged," she smirked.