Story title: Harry and Ginny: A love story in 100 drabbles
Part 20/100
Disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to JKR. I'm just having fun, making no money.
019. Fun
Ginny had never truly appreciated how fun Christmas – the grown up way, could be, till she got to spend Christmas morning with Teddy.
She'd be the first to admit she'd been a little put out when Harry had first suggested they get out of bed. He had this strange notion that Christmas began early, whilst her, she thought Christmas was about snuggling in bed till it was absolutely necessary to get up. But she didn't live at the Burrow anymore, and she understood that marriage was about compromises. And he'd brought her hot tea to bed – not hot chocolate, as she might have wanted, but hot tea, because he, the dear, understood that they had not only stuffed themselves with food the night before, but they were going to proceed to do the same later in the day. He was the perfect husband – or well, maybe not perfect – he could be a prat sometimes, but he was Harry, and he was hers – so she could get out of bed for him.
Coming from a large family, everything was always crowded, shared. Teddy was alone. Everything was a marvel. It made her quite sad, made her want to hug him till he understood that he had more than his grandmother, than no matter how many kids she had in the future, he would forever be hers, her special boy, even if she could never replace her mother.
It was strange to sit in the floor with Teddy and love him so much that you wouldn't trade this moment for anything – and at the same time, wish that his parents could be here. Often enough Ginny thought of what Tonks would have done when she held Teddy and she thought Harry was thinking of Remus too, when he held the boy in his arms. More often than not she felt like a poor substitute.
"'Inny" Teddy is calling out to her, and she smiles, crouches down to his level and pushes the deep thoughts away, saves them for another day. He smiles, glad for the attention and opens his little arms for her. Smiles widely – like she was the best Christmas present, and whispers. "Wuv you."
Ginny had never fully appreciated how fun it could be to love someone in a non-romantic way, and watch them love you in return. She looked over at Harry, eyes brimming with tears, and when she saw the tears in his eyes, she was sure he understood too.
To be continued ...
A/N: I meant to post this on Christmas Day, but A Series of Unfortunate Events conspired against me. Here it is anyway, and I hope to have another one out before the year is over. Happy holidays, everyone. I want to take this moment to thank everyone out there reading, those favoriting my stories, those that add me on alerts, and particularly the people who take the time to review. You make my day.