Twelve Days of Christmas

Chapter Two: Angel Above


December 15th

The First Day of Christmas had gone well, much to his surprise. Ron had been worried that Hermione wouldn't like the idea. The death of her parents had been hard on her, as it would be on anyone. He feared she wasn't going to be in the mood to be happy, let alone celebrate Christmas. He also feared he wouldn't be able to make her happy. Ron loved her, and didn't like seeing her unhappy. He wanted to do whatever he could to try to make her happy, at least for a little while. When she came home early, and happy for the first time since their death he was a little taken back, but happy none-the-less.

Ron hadn't exactly been ready for her to want to go on to the second day of Christmas. Yes, he did have a plan for what to give her each day. He also really wanted her to enjoy it. However, he hadn't bought anything yet. He had convinced himself she wasn't going to like it. So, during his lunch break he left work, planning to be able to get everything done, at least for today. First he stopped by Hermione's office, leaving her a card, a little hint:

Dec. 15th: The 2nd day

Mione,

Don't turn on the lights when you come home.

Ron

Then he went to a muggle department store. Though it wasn't all that fast, he had said it was going to be magic free. It would take extra time but she was completely worth it. Heading to the back of the store he looked at all the displays, then found one he thought she would like the most. Ron purchased all the things needed to recreate it. At least, the things that were in this store. The other tasks would have to be completed after work.

On this particular day, when she was done with work, Hermione didn't hurry home. Even though she had been looking forward to the next eleven days when she left for work, everything changed when the card came.

She couldn't believe him, or the idea. In a not so pleasant mood she walked up to their front door. Hermione rolled her eyes, seeing that all of the lights were off, as expected- it was so like Ron to think that this was a nice gift for her.

As she walked in Hermione dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes. While walking towards the closet something caught her eyes. A soft glow was coming from the family room, not their bedroom as she had expected. Cocking an eyebrow she took a few steps towards the living room. It was then that she saw him.

Her eyes moved past him and fell on the large dark green Christmas tree that stood in in middle of the longest wall. "Oh, Ron…" She breathed. Her eyes followed the white lights that he had already wrapped around the tree. About half way up she saw the only ornament on the tree, it was a little Christmas tree.

Ron stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You like?" He asked, placing a kiss on her forehead.

When she nodded he let go and sat on the ground. "I got the bulbs for it… I know you have a lot already. I don't know where you keep them. And I wanted everything ready. I also thought that we need a tree for us. Then we can get another one for the living room and put your family and my family things on it."

Hermione nodded again, liking the sound of that. She needed to be able to do something new with him, she wanted to be able to keep her family here, but also make new traditions.

She kneeled down next to him looking at the bulbs and matching ordainments that where scattered around the floor. Most of them were still in the plastic holders. "Thanks, Ron." He clearly worked hard on getting all of this. "Did you get your mum's help?" She joked.

Ron grinned, and playfully grabbed her sides, making her squeal. "No…" He started, sounding almost like a little kid. "But, I did copy the ornament from one set-up at a store. I wanted it to all match." Recently they got into a fight over towels not matching, at least that it what he thought it was over. Hermione knew it was really something else. "You like red and gold right?" He asked changing the subject, not wanting to fight now.

"Yes, I love it!" She commented, mostly enjoying the attention he was giving her, and how much he cared. "I love you."

Ron leaned forward and kissed her softly. "And I love you," He commented back, he rested his forehead on hers for a moment before pulling away from her. Opening one of the packages, he handed her an bulb to hang. Hermione hung it, then quickly left the room, coming back with her ornament from yesterday and hanging it next to the one from today.

An elderly women was doing her dishes. Looking up through the window she looked into Ron and Hermione's family room. Instantly, she forgot the dishes and enchanted by the magic the two seemed to radiate. The women missed her late husband dearly, but enjoyed watching the young couple, as they brought her back to her youth. She watched as the two played Christmas music, and danced around the room with each other and as they decorated their tree, she watched as they shared many kisses and many loving glances, and she watched as he brought out an angel, bringing tears to his lovers eyes, and as they set the angel on the tree to watched and protect them from above.


Authors Note::

I hope you enjoyed it! Did you catch the foreshadow in the last chapter? By the way, sorry about the lack of description while Ron was shopping. I didn't know what the tree was going to look like until I saw it through Hermione's eyes. At first I was going to go back and add in the description, but I decided that it should be revealed to the reader through Hermione's eyes as well.

Also, I hope you didn't think that the old lady was creepy. It was meant to be a third party watching them in more of an innocent way. I wanted you to see how they come across to other people when they are together.

Please review! It's really encouraging to hear feed back! Thanks so much to everyone who have already done so, or favorited it. This story means a lot to me: About a year ago I decided not to write any more fanfics, and this is the first story I have written since then. The encouragement from everyone means so much to me!

Happy Holidays!

~Addie~