It was their first Christmas together.
Okay, if you really wanted to get technical, it was one of many Christmas' together. But those didn't count. Those times, it was the three of them- Him, Hermione and Harry. They had Harry there. They weren't alone.
Those times, they spent the day in the Gryffindor common room, eating Christmas Feast in the Great Hall. But this year, they planned on spending the day in their house, Hermione preparing the holiday meal with him helping.
Ron woke up on Christmas morning with Hermione still in his arms like she was before they fell asleep. She was stirring too.
"Good morning," He whispered in her hair.
She turned her head to look up at him. She giggled as he kissed her forehead.
A lot had changed in the seventh months since the war. He had proposed during the celebration that Voldemort was gone the day after he was defeated. They got married two months later, and everyday he fell more in love with her. Eventually they became the romantic, lovey-dovey couple they were today.
"Good morning," She whispered back.
He sat up and she followed.
"Presents?" He asked.
She hit him playfully. "You're such a dork."
Yet she followed him into the living room where their Christmas tree stood.
They opened gifts from each other and from other family and friends. Ron hugged her again once all the gifts were unwrapped and thanked her for what she got him.
"Breakfast?"
She shook her head. "I have one more present for you."
He looked around. "What is it?"
She took a deep breath. "Ron- I'm pregnant."
There was a few moments before he understood what she said. He didn't hesitate to wrap her in another hug and spin her around.
"Pregnant? Merlin, Hermione, that's wonderful! How long have you known?"
She was beaming from his reaction. "One week."
"Wow, that's-that's great!"
She nodded giddily. "Yes it is. I love you, Ron."
And they had a merry Christmas.
