Disclaimer: You know, a great Christmas present would be J.K. Rowling's talent, but unfortunately I can't own that or her books.

A/N: Here goes the very last chapter, my friends. Enjoy!

Sometimes You Just Need a Slap in the Face Epilogue: Christmas is All Around

I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes,

The sweet nostalgic sound of carollers echoed throughout the snowy streets of Hogsmeade. A collective glow emanated from every house and shop, giving the cold Christmas Eve soothing warmth.

Christmas is all around me,
and so the feeling grows

Ginny checked the clock above her fireplace as she bustled about her small flat. There was a loud 'pop!' behind her and she started.

"Hermione! Oh good—you couldn't have come at a better time. I'm looking for my robes. Have you seen my robes?"

It's written in the wind,

It's everywhere I go,

Hermione chuckled and replied, "Ginny, I just got here!"

Ginny paused for a moment and looked up, finally fully conscious of her friend's presence.

So if you really love Christmas,
C'mon and let it snow

Hermione hadn't changed drastically over the years; her slightly awkward trademark bushy hair had softened a bit, but she still carried the air of impossible knowledge and maturity. Tonight she donned elegant midnight blue dress robes, and her hair was in a French twist.

You know I love Christmas
I always will

"You look beautiful, Hermione," Ginny said.

"Thank you," her friend smiled, "And you will as well in a minute if you'll just calm down a bit."

The redhead pouted but complied. Approximately twelve minutes later there was a knock on door and Ginny shrieked.

My mind's made up
the way that I feel

"Ah! I don't even have my hair done, and I'll bet that's Harry; Hermione please open the door, I can't do this…"

Hermione shot her friend an amused look and hurried to the door.

When Ginny finally came out of her tiny bedroom expecting to see Harry, she instead saw Ron passionately kissing his wife on the couch—too passionately for Ginny's comfort. "Oh—it was just you at the door, then," she said.

There's no beginning
There'll be no end

Ron pulled away from Hermione. "I'm so glad you're happy to see me, little sis," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You look very nice, Gin. But of course you would for Harry. I wonder what your intentions are with him?"

Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend

She stuck her tongue out at him. "You look surprisingly nice yourself. Judging by the scene I walked in on a minute ago, I can pretty much guess your intentions with Hermione here."

"Hermione's my wife," Ron pointed out.

Ginny frowned. "What's your point? You don't have to rub it in that—"

You gave your presents to me
and I gave mine to you

Knock Knock

Ginny's head snapped toward the door.

"Oh shit," she cursed before heading over to open it. When she opened the door, she gasped. Harry was standing there underneath lightly falling snow, his still messy black hair wet. He was wearing very handsome black dress robes and he looked like Michel Angelo's David with black hair (and wearing clothes.)

"Hi Gin," he said, his voice deep, but his tone reminiscent of six years ago when he was only sixteen.

You know I love Christmas
I always will

Ginny accepted the flowers he gave her and put them on the wooden coffee table next to the floral couch. She was still awestruck—how did she manage to have the most handsome man in the world as her boyfriend?

My mind's made up
the way that I feel

Harry was still standing over the threshold of the door. "For Merlin's sake, Harry, come in! Or better yet, I suppose we should get going now."

The two couples apparated to a recently built restaurant and took their seats. Ron and Hermione spent the entire dinner bickering and then making up, and Harry and Ginny spent their time making fun of the other couple.

There's no beginning
There'll be no end

"Oh Harry," Ginny said amidst a laugh, "I hope we're not like that when we're ma—Er…" she couldn't think of anything to cover up the work she had been thinking of to some degree for the last five years.

Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend

Harry noted her embarrassment and took this as the perfect opportunity to say, "Ginny. Can I talk to you outside for a moment?"

Ron finally felt the tension. "Go ahead Gin, Hermione and I'll be fine."

It's written on the wind
it's everywhere I go

Ginny rose nervously and went outside with Harry. He led her over to a nearby bench and motioned for her to sit next to him.

"Harry, look…I'm really sorry, I didn't—"

So if you really love me
C'mon and let it show

"Ginny, it's O.K." Harry cut her off. "In fact, it's more than O.K. You see," he slowly slid off the bench and onto the snowy ground, kneeling as Ginny's brown eyes widened in recognition.

Harry continued, never taking his emerald eyes away from Ginny's. "The last six years have been both the best and worst of my life. The worst because Voldemort took away so many people I grew up with at Hogwarts, people I cared about. Even after the war was over and Voldemort was gone forever, I was so depressed. I felt like a murderer, even if it was Tom Riddle that killed. And it hurt me so much to see how much the war was draining you of your energy, your life. But they were the best years because I had you. And despite everything that happened to you, you never lost your spirit, and you never gave up on me."

C'mon and let it show

Ginny was crying by now—but it was not sadness that graced her features.

So if you really love
C'mon and let it

Harry delicately took her lightly freckled hand in his. He smiled. "And I will never forget the day you came to get me from Privet Drive and slapped me. I never thought I'd be grateful to be a victim of the infamous Weasley temper, but I was…I am.

"You are…you are…I can't even think of an adjective that will do you justice. I love you Ginny. I love you so much that if we spent the rest of our lives together I would be the happiest man alive.

If you really love me
C'mon and let it

"With that said, Will you marry me, Ginny?" he said as he slipped a simple but beautiful ring on her finger.

Ginny admired the tiny oval ruby inset in the ring and she smiled broadly. "The ring matches my temper, eh?"

Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Of course I'll marry you, silly! You didn't even have to ask, although that was a lovely speech. I wouldn't have it any other way, love. And now, I'm going to stop yapping and kiss you," she said, but Harry beat her to it.

"That was the longest moment I've ever experienced, Potter. What'd you do, read her an epic?" Ron teased, making Harry and Ginny jumped apart from their heated kiss.

Hermione smiled knowingly. "Well, I'd imagine you two will want to spend some more time alone, so Ronald and I will be heading home now. Happy Christmas Ginny, Harry," she said as she hugged them both, Ron doing the same before they both disapparated with a pop.

Ginny looked at her fiancée. "So, Harry, what do you propose we do now?"

Harry stood up and began singing in a terribly off-key voice. "All I want for Christmas is Ginny!" Until Ginny knocked him to the soft white ground, laughing, and said, "Nonsense; you already have me," before disapparating back to her flat with Harry so that she could give him the best Christmas present he had ever received. After all, it wasn't the sort of gift one could give in public.

Now if you really love me
C'mon and let it show

"Christmas is all Around" by Bill Mack (I know, it's a stupid song, but I love it nonetheless.)

A/N: Alright, folks, this story is over. I hope you enjoyed that ending, or beginning, really. I thought it was fitting, seeing as tomorrow (or today, it's past midnight) is Christmas.

Thank you SOOOOOOOOO much for reading this story and most of all, for reviewing. Your reviews have kept me going in the worst of times.

Check out my Christmas one-shot "Slow Like Honey." It's fluffy, but it's also got some substance.

Happy Christmas, I love you all!

Love,

India

B/N: (Black Padfoot) Heya everyone! Just like to add here on the last chap (I think) that we should all be real proud of India here! She's improved sooooo much since the first time I edited her works… she's making my job much easier every time she sends me a new chapter! (Holds up champagne glass) So, a toast to India!

P.S to India: This counts as my review to you (grins)