Harry sighed quietly and rolled over under the warmth of the heavy bedcovers. His hand automatically reached out and searched for Ginny's waist. He found it and gently moved closer to her. He breathed in the scent of her hair and drifted off to sleep again.

The next time Harry woke, Ginny was shifting in the bed. "Mm, sorry, did I wake you?" Ginny muttered, her eyes still closed.

"Nah, i's fine."

"Hm, what time's it?" Harry lifted his head slightly and squinted at a clock. "Eleven," he yawned. "Happy Christmas."

Ginny grinned and finally opened her eyes. "Happy Christmas," she whispered and kissed him. Harry responded and only pulled away when he needed to yawn, causing Ginny to laugh.

"We should probably get up."

"But it's so warm under the covers..." Harry complained.

"Yes, but do you want to stay in bed all day?"

Harry seemed to contemplate the idea, making Ginny sit up and roll her eyes.

"Oh, just get up."

"What if I don't?"

"Then I'll make you," Ginny threatened with a grin.

"Yeah? And how're you going to do that when you can't get up?" Harry's free arm snaked around her waist and held her securely to his chest so she couldn't move.

"Harry," she laughed, struggling to get free, her hands desperately trying to remove his tightly clasped ones.

"I think it only fair I get to spend a little more time in bed, don't you agree?"

"Maybe, but I know I need the loo."

"Aw, poor little Gin-Gin. She needs the loo."

"Harry!"

"Okay, okay," Harry laughed and let Ginny get up. "I suppose I might as well get up now."

"Yes, you might as well."

Harry made a big production of getting up from the bed, stretching his arms way above his head. His arms snapped down to his sides and he gave a yelp though, when he felt a poke to his side. He turned around and saw Ginny run from the room, laughing. Shaking his head, Harry donned his dressing gown and made his way down the stairs to their kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, Harry waved his wand and sat at the table as the ingredients for their breakfast flew around the room. Ginny entered a minute later and sat beside Harry, kissing him on the cheek.

"So," she started. "When do I get my gift?"

Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around her waist and settled his hands on the small bump protruding from under her dressing gown. "Well, you could have it now," he kissed her on the forehead. "Or after breakfast," he kissed her on the nose. "Or later tonight," he kissed her cheek.

Ginny pretended to contemplate. "I think I'll have it now," she said, grinning up at him.

Harry smiled back and kissed her quickly before summoning a rectangular and thick package, shaped like a book. He caught it in mid air and handed it to Ginny who turned it over in her hands curiously.

"What is it?" She asked sweetly, looking up at him and batting her eyelashes.

"If you want to know, open it." She didn't need to be told twice. She quickly ripped the purple paper off and turned what appeared to be a green and gold book over to stare at the cover. The title said Holyhead Harpies, 1999 - 2004

She flipped it open to the first page and gasped quietly in surprise. On the first page was a picture of the Harpies in their uniform, in their last annual team photograph. Ginny was in the centre of the back row, her arms around her fellow chasers, Carli and Kayla. In the front, Gwenog and Nichola were in the centre with Jania and Bailey on the outside, Jania beside Gwenog and Bailey beside Nichola. They were all grinning widely at the camera and laughing together.

Ginny felt her eyes begin to water, but she brushed the tears away impatiently. She wanted to look at the rest of the book. She turned the page, and there was a picture of Gwenog, and a long note written to her, wishing her well and remembering times at games, practises, press conferences and awards nights. By the time she was finished reading the note, Ginny was in tears. She turned the page and realised for the first time that there was a page from each player. They all had a picture of the person and long notes, and sometimes, little doodles and drawings.

After all the individual picture and notes, there were photos of the team at various events, games and practises. She went through all the pictures, laughing quietly at some, and tearing up at others. On the very last page was a team photo without Ginny. The six were staring at the camera and waving, blowing kisses and laughing. Underneath the picture each of them had signed it and in big letters, someone had written 'Good luck! We'll miss you so much, our top chaser!' Ginny closed the book and stared at the cover a moment. She then looked up at Harry who was watching her closely.

"Did you like – Oomph!" She attacked him with her lips, showing as much gratitude as she could that way. When she pulled away, they were both panting, but grinning. "I take that as a yes, then?" Harry asked, amused.

"Yes, yes, yes! How on earth did you manage to get all those pictures?"

Harry hugged her to him. "Well, a few weeks ago I met with Gwenog and told her about this and asked her if she knew where I could get some pictures. She said that your team's photographer took pictures at every event and that I was welcome to take whatever I wanted. Then two weeks ago I went and got them all to sign it for you."

Ginny kissed him again and leaned her forehead on his. "I love it. Thank you so much!" Harry shrugged, looking pleased with himself.

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Now I get to give you your gift."

"Really? And what would that be?" Harry asked curiously as she summoned a small, square box.

"Well, you'll have to open it, won't you?" She handed the box to him and he opened it, pulling out a pair of brand new quidditch gloves. They were the top of the line, charmed to last for years, and were used by all the professional teams in the country.

"I know it's not much, but I heard you complaining about how you needed new ones to George a few weeks ago. I wish I could have given you something more like this-" She didn't finish as Harry covered her mouth with his hand.

"No, it's great, Ginny! I really needed some new ones. My others were in rags. Thanks!" To show her how much he meant it, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers.

*****

After dinner, Ginny was starting to feel tired. Even though all she and Harry had done was laze around, the night before was catching up with her.

They hadn't really done much; just sat around and talked – about the baby, the weather, quidditch, Hogwarts, their friends and family. Ginny snuggled up closer to Harry as they lounged on their sofa and gave a large yawn.

"You're tired already?" Harry asked incredulously, smoothing her hair from her face. She shrugged and buried her face in his jumper.

"It's the hormones." She felt his hand, which had been on her shoulder, move down her arm. He picked it up, and then it was on her abdomen, resting on the small bump that could be seen even thought she wore a large baggy jumper. "Happy Christmas," she whispered and looked up at his face, covering his hand with hers.

He grinned and pressed his lips to her temple. "I love you."

Author's Note - Wow. I am SO sorry! It's taken me ages to update and I feel horrible! I always told myself I wasn't going to turn into one of those authors who doesn't update for months, and look at me now! I know you probably don`t care about my excuses, so I won`t bother typing them up. Um, I may be going on holiday tomorrow, but if I don`t, I`m going to work on finishing this story. You all deserve for it to be finished properly. I hope you enjoyed it!

-PadfootProngs7