Merry Christmas Everyone! I shall be starting my weekly updates back again. This will count as this weeks update and the next update will be January the 2nd.


Harry was getting out of the shower when the floo flared up once again. He didn't think that Molly would come through after her shouting match so Harry could only assume it was Ginny. He quickly dried himself off and slung some pants on before walking down the stairs. "Hello Ginny!" He shouted as he turned into the living room.

Ginny blinked at him before smiling. Her eyes were lightly rimmed red and her nose looked a touch raw. "Harry." She said, giving him a nod. "Decided to take a naked stroll around the house?"

Harry scoffed. "Naked? I'm in my pants!" He gestured to the cotton on his body. Ginny rolled her eyes and made her way to their bedroom. "So how was your day? Anything exciting happen?"

"Not particularly. I went and popped by Mum's for a bit. We had a chat and some tea. I don't know what Mum does with tea that makes it so much better than when I make it."

Harry's mouth had gone dry at the mention of Molly. He swallowed thickly. "Soooo, did you and Molly work on some wedding plans then?"

"No just visited. We haven't done much of that with everything going on. I hadn't realized how much I missed Mum until then. It was… therapeutic."

"Mhm"

Ginny pulled her shirt over her head and pulled a pajama top on. As she shimmied out of her jeans she asked, "What did you do today?"

"Oh you know… just some research. Took a shower. It was pretty dull." He stepped closer and put his hands on her hips, stopping her from sliding her pajama bottoms on all the way. "Have I told you that you look ravishing today?"

Ginny moved out of his grip and laughed. "No. What did you want?"

Harry looked affronted. "Why would I need something just to tell you that I love you?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I don't trust you but alright. Thank you."


Draco and Hermione were lounging on a couch, her head in his lap as he read aloud from a book about law.

Dipsy walked into the library, his shrill voice carrying to the couple in the back of the room. "Dipsy would like to inform Master that Young Mister Longbottom is here to see Missy. Dipsy left him to wait in the entryway. Should Dipsy take him to the small parlor?"

Hermione sighed and sat up. "No Dipsy just bring him in here."

The elf sniffed and looked at Draco expectantly. "Dipsy just bring him in here, it's fine."
"Yes Master. Dipsy shall bring Young Mister Longbottom into the library to see Missy." As he walked out of the room Draco and Hermione could hear him grumbling to himself, "Why would Dipsy bring him to the parlor? Why not the library? Who takes guests in the parlor? How odd." Draco smothered a laugh at the elf's expense.

Hermione was still giggling when Neville came back in with Dipsy. "Dipsy would like to present Young Lord Longbottom to Master and Missy" after a dramatic pause, he continued "in the library and not the parlor." Neville gave Dipsy an odd look just as Hermione and Draco burst out laughing.

Neville just shook his head and walked over to the little nook that the pair was snuggled away in. Hermione and Draco were now sitting very close, but side-by-side. "I came over because me and Hannah wanted you to know before the Prophet announced it tomorrow." He caused dramatically. "We're pregnant!"

Hermione squealed and threw herself at Neville for a hug. "Oh Neville I'm so excited! I'm so happy for you both!" She leaned back and looked him in the eye. "This wasn't planned wasn't it?"

Draco covered a laugh with a cough as Neville spluttered, "Of course it was! Just because we are young doesn't mean this was an accident! Hermione!"

"Hermione, you can't just ask that." He pried Hermione from Neville's arms and clapped him on the shoulder. "Congrats man."

"Thanks."

Neville sat down in a plush chair while Hermione and Draco sat back down on the couch. "So where's Hannah this evening?"

"She's over telling Susan. I wouldn't want to see what kind of wrath would rain down on us if we forgot to tell Hannah's best friend before the paper tomorrow." Neville flashes Hermione a wry grin. "Just like I wouldn't want to know how many hexes I would get for not telling my best friend."

"Oh Neville" Hermione let out a loud sniff. "You're so sweet." She threw herself at Neville for the second time that evening.

Draco just rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's dramatics.


Later that night as Hermione and Draco lay in bed Draco asks a question into the dark. "Do you ever think about that?"

There's a quiet rustle and a sleep-filled voice answers. "Bout what?"

"Marriage, babies, that whole bit."

Hermione rolls over and cuddles into Draco. "Maybe someday, I'm perfectly happy with how things are right now though." She yawns. "Why? You thinking about getting married soon?"

Draco cuddles into Hermione. "Of course not. Why ruin a good thing?" His mind drifts to the little velvet box hidden deep in the recesses of his sock drawer as they drift off to sleep.