A/N This is a little twelve chapter story in honor of the twelve days of Christmas. Many people think that the twelve days of Christmas are the twelve days prior to Christmas, but they actually are the twelve days after Christmas and end on January 6, also known as Epiphany Day. I will do my best to update daily, but hopefully I'll have all twelve chapters posted by the sixth.
I know I'm starting to repeat some gifts, but it's hard to come up with several variations of some of the gifts.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The 12 Days of Christmas song.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me nine ladies dancing . . .
Early Christmas morning, George Weasley woke up. He hadn't ever been one for early mornings, but Christmas was different. You were supposed to get up early. Heck, you were supposed to go jump on your parents' bed at five in the morning to beg to open presents. It was different now. He was a married man and was celebrating his first Christmas married to Angelina.
He had something marvelous planned for their Christmas, something he knew she'd love. But he had to get up and get all of the packages downstairs and be back in bed before Angelina woke up.
He quietly scrambled down the stairs and entered a small closet at the bottom of the stairs. He paused for a moment to make certain Angelina wasn't waking up, then reached into the closet and grabbed the stack of nine packages. He quietly placed them under the tree and hurried back upstairs and climbed back into the bed. He arrived just in time, for Angelina was just starting to wake up.
"Good morning love," Angelina said with a yawn. "Happy Christmas."
"And a very Happy Christmas to you too," George said as he gave her a kiss. The two stayed cozy in bed for a short time then got up for breakfast and presents as they needed to be at the Burrow that afternoon.
"Here, Ange," George said as he handed the first of the nine packages to her. "Happy Christmas."
"Thanks," Angelina said as she hurriedly tore off the wrapping paper. Yes, she was in her twenties, but Christmas always brought out the child in her. It was a music box with a dancer on top. Angelina carefully opened the box and pulled out a package of eight tickets. They were homemade, but each promised a night out at a restaurant with a dance floor. Angelina stared at them in awe for several moments before she found her voice. "Th-Thank you, George!" she cried, giving him another kiss.
George laughed and suddenly Angelina found another package in her lap. This time the present was quite odd. The box held eight cookies that were shaped like cows. "Cows?" asked Angelina in complete confusion. "What are you up to, George?"
"You'll probably figure it out shortly," George assured his wife, "but if you don't, I'll tell you at the end."
Angelina looked at her husband and shook her head. Sometimes she didn't want to know what George was planning, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to know or not know about what was going on this morning.
She ripped off the paper of the third gift George gave her to reveal seven swans folded out of origami paper. There were six geese as well, thought it was somewhat hard to tell the difference.
Angelina then opened a round box to reveal a set of gold colored serving dishes. "It was a close to rings as I could find since we're aready married," said George with a wink. Angelina pretended to whack him before George handed her the next present.
She pulled off the paper of a small box and tickets for a visit to a bird sanctuary were inside. Angelina looked up at George. "It's the twelve days of Christmas, isn't is?" she asked.
"You guessed it," affirmed George. "I told you that you'd figure it out."
Angelina laughed as she started on the next package which was very small and contained a package of chicken feed. She looked up in complete confusion, but George quickly explained. "There are three hens out in the yard. Fresh eggs were always great growing up."
"I'll bet," Angelina said with a smile. "The omelets your mother made were excellent. I remember when you and Fred would wolf down about a dozen in a single meal."
George smiled softly. Fred's name no longer reduced him to tears after two-and-a-half years, but it still sobered him. He quickly shook off the melancholy, reached down to pick up the next gift and handed it to his wife.
Angelina slowly took the package, wondering what it would be. It was a little box with two white chocolate doves in it. She stared at them for a brief moment, and quickly pulled George into a tight hug. George knew that one of her weaknesses was chocolate.
Lastly she opened a small package to reveal a pear ornament. She stood up and carefully hung it high up and at the front of the three. She turned and embraced George. "Happy Christmas," she said into his shoulder.
"Happy Christmas, love," George answered and he gave her a deep kiss.
