As usually, Harry was slouching in the Burrow's sitting room and reading newspapers. He glanced at the watch on his hand, checking the time. Ginny and Hermione were due to be at King's Cross at six o' clock later that day, where he and Ron were supposed to pick the girls up. He was all alone in the house, since everyone was working and Mrs. Weasley was accompanying Fleur to Diagon Alley to shop for some baby clothes.

Being an auror, Harry didn't have much work to do for the last few months. After the war has ended, Ron and himself were allowed to become aurors and thus helped to capture a few of the remaining Death Eaters. And since then, the wizarding world had been quite peaceful, so the two of them spent most of their time playing wizard chess and Quidditch, babysitting Teddy or visiting George in the shop. It was a great routine that some people might even refer to as a dull one. But Harry liked leading an un-eventful life. It was a nice change, not being in a hospital every two weeks.

Suddenly, the front doors cracking open interrupted Harry's train of thoughts.

"We're home! Mum, Harry? Anyone here?"

Harry got up and went to the kitchen. It was far too early for the girls to arrive; the train ride usually lasted at least seven hours. Or maybe...where did Ron say he was going to this morning again? Harry did not really pay attention. Polishing his broom took most of his concentration; the only words he could register were 'fire' and 'wand accident'.

Indeed, when he entered the kitchen, there she was. Her fiery red hair has grown down to her waist since the summer, a large number of her freckles withdrew without being exposed to the sun, and it seemed that she was an inch or two taller. But it sure was Ginny.

He motioned towards her and pulled her in a hug.

"Hey, Gin."

Ginny responded by kissing him.

"Potter, you idiot."

"What did I do this time?"

"Why didn't you come to pick the two of us up?"

Harry looked at her, obviously confused.

"I thought you were coming by the train."

Ron came through the back door, with a blushing Hermione holding his hand and giggling.

"Well, if you weren't so busy snogging your broom; you would have heard me when I asked you if you wanted to come with me to bring them home."

A mane of light blond hair appeared at the doorframe, discovering a face with an interested look on under it.

"You were snogging your broom, Harry? How exactly does one do that?"

"I wasn't snogging my broom, I was just polishing it. And how come you're here, Luna?"

She walked in the kitchen and sat at the table, looking like she was at home rather than being in the Burrow for the first time.

"I am just going to pretend that wasn't a rude question because I know you didn't mean it like that."

As they all sat around the table and Hermione offered to make some tea, Harry shrugged his shoulders in Luna's direction.

"Umm, okay."

"I am here only for the afternoon. Daddy is very busy with the magazine, you see, and it was un-convenient for him to travel all the way to Scotland to pick me up, since like me, he is not very good with apparating. So Hermione has very politely invited me to stay here until my father is free to come take me home."

Harry exchanged a glance with Ron. He was certain that his friend was not too happy about the fact that Luna was spending an entire afternoon in the house.

"So girls, how's school?"

Ginny rolled her eyes and chuckled at her boyfriend's direction.
"You sound like Mum."

"What's so wrong about that?"

Hermione let out a laugh and nudged Ginny with her elbow.

"It's the truth; he really is becoming your Mum! Well, I guess that is just what seven months spent in the Burrow do to you."

"I am not!"

"Oh please, Harry. You are wearing a jumper. Your hair actually looks decent. And is it just me, or have you gained a pound or two since the last months Hogsmeade weekend?"

Harry frowned as the rest of the company shared a laugh.

"Oh, make fun of me, alright. You'll all be tidy, nice and stuffed after the holidays too, just wait and see."

Ginny rolled her eyes and got up.

"Yeah, yeah. Up for Quidditch?"

Hermione protested with her hands planted on her hips.

"I was making tea!"

"Really Hermione, it's not a pot roast, we'll drink it after the game. Please, guys?"

Ron got up after his sister, and made an apologetic look in Hermione's way.

"Sorry love, it's the captain's orders."
"Will you ever stop teasing me about making the captain?"

"I don't think so, no."

Harry joined them and smacked Ron over the head.

"He's just jealous, aren't you, Ronniekins?"

Ron turned red and ignored the question, stomping in garden through the back door.

"I'LL PLAY KEEPER!"

Harry and Ginny laughed while Hermione was biting her lip trying not to.

"Okay, I'm teamed with Ginny, then."

The redhead nodded at her friends' direction before turning to Luna.

"Would you like to watch us play, Luna?"

Luna seemed to be drifting away until then, and pretended to know what they were talking about.

"I'd be enchanted to."

And with that, the group went off to the back garden for one snowy Quidditch match.

It was Christmas Eve at the Burrow. Mrs. Weasley had just escorted Andromeda and a very tired Teddy home after the rich holiday dinner they just had, and was now sitting by the fireplace. Fleur sat next to her, knitting a pair of little pink socks that was floating in front of her with the help of her wand and talking to Ginny who was nested in her favourite chair.

Hermione and Percy were having an intense argument about elfish rights, while Harry, Ron and Mr. Weasley were seated in the kitchen. George has said his goodbye in the late afternoon, and Bill and Charlie had mysteriously disappeared half an hour ago.

"So Harry, a big day tomorrow, innit?"

Mr. Weasley was smiling at Harry over his glasses.

"I guess it is. I don't know. Maybe I should just wait a year or two and give her a necklace or something."

Harry glanced nervously in Ginny's direction, watching her play with Crookshanks. The cat was trying to catch the little socks Fleur was knitting, which resulted in the latter screaming to 'get the crazy cat away from her baby's socks'.

The older man laughed sympathetically and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"No need to be nervous, Harry. She'll say yes, that's obvious."

Ron snorted, spilling orange juice trough his nostrils. His father looked at him disapprovingly.

"Really Ronald. Why do you have to act like that? You should be happy for your sister."

"Dad, trust me, if she says yes, I'll be happy for them. But this is Ginny we are talking about here! She's too stubborn to get married." He pronounced the last word as if it was a disease. "You know what Harry; I've got those ten galleons we talked about. Want to make it a bet?"

Harry shook his hand, smiling confidently, although he wasn't so sure of himself on the inside.

"We'll see." His father nodded at them and moved towards the fireplace.
"Fleur dear, has Bill told you about his and Charlie's whereabouts?"

Fleur nodded her head, her focus remaining on Crookshanks.

"I felt like eeting some watermelons."

The room went quiet for a second, only the song from the radio filling it out. Mrs. Weasley decided to speak first.

"Watermelons, honey? In the middle of December?"

The younger woman shrugged her shoulders, apparently not understanding what the problem was.

"Zat is what I felt like eeting."

Ginny grabbed Crookshanks and took him away from his sister-in-law.

"I'm sure they'll be back soon."

And with that, just as if she had summoned them, the brothers came to the kitchen, their hair filled with snow, their noses red.

"Fleur, sweetheart, we got you watermelons!"

"Zat is wonderful! Could you carve me some?"

"Of course, honey!"

In the last four months since he found out Fleur was pregnant, Bill became a sort of a servant to his wife. Everything Fleur asked for, he gave to her. To the rest of the family, this seemed ridiculous, but Bill seemed oblivious to this fact. Unlike his older brother, Charlie did not appreciate being Bill's sidekick in his mission to serve Fleur.

"He's gone mad, I tell you. He has his own 'dealer' of exotic fruits. We went all the way to Cornwall to get Fleur her watermelons. Trust me, once she finally gives birth, I'll be the happiest uncle on the face of the Earth."

Harry laughed and handed Charlie -who was now at the point of shaking- a glass of firewhiskey.

"I'm sure you will. Don't get too cosy though, it's just a matter of time when she decides she would like some strawberries."

"I wouldn't be surprised if that happened, mate."

Half an hour later, everyone was starting to go to their respective bedrooms. Ginny got up after handing Crookshanks to Hermione and looked at Harry.

"Coming?"

"I'll be up in ten minutes, okay?"

He kissed her cheek and seated himself on the sofa. Once everyone was gone, he went to his backpack that was hanging by the door and pulled out the photo album Hagrid gave him years ago.

He turned to the page of a picture taken a few months after he was born. His Dad was sitting in their house's kitchen with Harry on his lap, and his Mum was kneeling beside them, waving towards the camera. Behind her, Remus and Sirius stood smiling and looking at the person who was taking the picture. Out of hundreds of photos in that book, this was Harry's favourite.

"Hi, everyone! Umm, this is awkward. But, this picture is the best way I can talk to you, and I hope that you can hear me from up there. You know I've got a girlfriend, right? Well, if you didn't before, I'm sure Remus told you. Her name is Ginny; she is my best friend's sister. She looks a bit like you, Mum. With the red hair and freckles and all. I think you and Dad would like her. And Sirius and Remus, I know that you two know she is great. We have been dating for a year now, but we've been in love longer. I am planning to ask her to marry me tomorrow morning. I just thought you should know. I wish you could be here now. But you aren't so no point crying over a spilt potion, right? I miss you, and I want you to know that. And yeah, Remus? Teddy is doing great; he is getting big now. He is a great kid, and I hope I am doing a good job with my god fatherly duties. After all, I learned from the best, haven't I?"

Harry sighed and put the photo album back in his backpack. It was going to be a long night.

"Harry dear, wake up!"

It was still dark in Ginny's room, and as far as Harry could see, Mrs. Weasley was leaning over him.

He grabbed his glasses and slowly followed her out of the room.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley!" He whispered as soon as he carefully closed the door.

"Oh, merry Christmas to you to, dear!" She responded and pulled him in a hug. "Come down to the kitchen, I've made breakfast."
Harry followed her instructions and tip toed his way to the kitchen, where Fleur was already making tea.

"Oh merry Christmas, 'Arry!"

She approached him and kissed both of his cheeks, which made him blush. "Merry Christmas, Fleur."

"Here, have a toast. The tea will be done in a minute."

He sat down and tried to eat the toast Fleur gave him. It tasted like cardboard. The last time he felt like this was his first Quidditch match.

"Feeling nervous, dear?"

Mrs. Weasley was looking at him with concern in her eyes.

"A little."

"Oh, that's perfectly normal. I remember when Arthur proposed to me, he spilt wine all over my dress. Never managed to clean it up, and it was such a pretty one..."

"Bill burned a tablecloth when he turned over a candle." Fleur said with a smile on her face, "At least you cannot spill or burn anything. And the jumper is a great idea, you know."

"Yeah, thnk Gd fr 'Ermine." He muttered with his mouth full of waffles.

The women just smiled and continued with making breakfast. As more and more members of the family came down to get breakfast, Harry decided it was time to sneak back in Ginny's room.

The assorted Weasleys in the kitchen chanted "Good luck!"

Harry made his way back up to the room, where Ginny was still sleeping. He pulled the jumper under his bed and placed it on the top of the pile of presents by Ginny's bed.

The sun broke in from the window, landing right on Ginny's eyelids. She turned around and pulled a pillow over her head.

"Just five more minutes, please!"

Harry laughed and sat on her bed. "Come on Ginny, it's Christmas."

She rubbed her eyes and got up in a seating position. "Well merry Christmas then."

"Merry Christmas." Harry smiled and kissed her. "Slept well?"

She grinned in delight. "No nightmares for a week already. Do you want to know what I dreamt?"

"What, honey"?

"You know how Xeno was talking about those Blibbering Humdinger things the other day? Well, in my dream, a Blibbering Humdinger named Daisy was on a date with our garden gnome named Jack. Let me tell you, they had one hell of a time."

Harry was rolling on Ginny's bed, roaring with laughter. "D...D...Daisy? And Jack?"

Ginny threw her pillow at his direction. "Don't laugh, Daisy and Jack surely wouldn't approve."

He stopped laughing, though with a lot of effort. "Okay, okay. Why don't you open your presents?"

He tried not to sound nervous and grabbed one of his pile so he wouldn't look suspicious.

"That one's from me!" She looked excited, sitting upright.

Harry ripped the paper off and discovered a long box. After shooting a questioning glance at Ginny, he opened it to find a particularly old looking broom inside.

"Umm, thanks? It's cool owning an antiquity."

Ginny rolled her eyes and pointed inside the box. "Read the note, silly!"

Harry picked up the note. Inside it wrote, with a familiar handwriting.

Hey Harry, merry Christmas! I've found this broom in the coaches broom shed in Hogwarts. Just look at the handle.

P.S. Congratulations to you and Ginny, she's great.

P.P.S. Ginny can't see the P.S., McGonagall helped me with that. Nice trick, innit?

"Hagrid found a broom and thought it would be a nice present?"

"Oh just look at the handle."

He decided to listen to her. On the dark brown handle, with tiny writing was carved in 'To James Potter from Lily Evans, May 5th, 1978.'

Harry felt breath leaving his lungs. "Wow, Gin, this is...amazing."

Ginny smiled and hugged him. "I thought you'd like it."

Harry wiped a tear from his eye and put a wide grin on his face. "Open yours already!"

Ginny took the top present in her hands. "Oh, a jumper! What a surprise."

Harry just smiled, waiting for her to open it.

"At least she got the colour right..." Her face went from bored to shocked in a fragment of a second.

"What is this?"

Harry just shrugged, grinning like a mad man.

"Is this a joke?"

"Not that I know of. What does it say?"

Ginny looked at him, doubt in her eyes.

"Marry me. Love, Harry."

Harry reached his pocket and took the engagement ring out.

"Oh, it's not a joke then."

In a second, the shock left her face and she practically jumped on Harry kissing him forcefully.

"Is that a yes?"

She laughed, breaking away from the kiss. "Yes!"

Harry placed the ring on her hand, and the letters on the jumper changed to 'I said yes', Harry took her in his arms and carried her downstairs. He had just won himself ten galleons.