By Sapphire200182
Disclaimer: I thought I told you not to make me repeat that! Ok, ok I don't own anything except JK's pet frog. No, not even that sob.
Chapter 2: Merry Christmas, DarlingDecember 23, wee hours in the morning.
Ron sat by the fire, nursing a hot mug of cocoa and marshmallows. It was nearly three, and throughout the Burrow no one was stirring, not even the mouse.' Except Ronald Bilius Weasley.
Earlier on, he'd been angry with Harry, but not for the reason everyone thought.
Ron was happy for Harry and his kid – he would always think of her like that – sister. He understood that she was now a big girl, not some screwed-up girl geek who befriended a talking diary which turned out to be the Horcrux of the most powerful Dark Lord ever, ever, ever…
It was not because of that. It was because he, Ron, had to sit by and watch them necking while his gal was off skimping – no, Harry said the word was 'skiing' – in Switzerland.
Greeting cards have all been sent
The Christmas rush is through
But I still have one wish to make
A special one for you
There was an ache in his heart whenever he saw them together – and he was alone. And he got jealous and angry and he would sometimes take it out on them. But deep down, he knew that it wasn't really fair on them.
Merry Christmas darling
We're apart that's true
But I can dream and in my dreams
I'm Christmas-ing with you
As he swilled the dregs of his cocoa around and munched gloomily on a marshmallow, he didn't hear the creaking of the floorboards as someone stepped on the porch.
He drained the last drop from the mug, and forlornly got up, getting ready to go to bed.
It was then that he heard the foorsteps.
Carefully, he set the mug down, and whipped out his wand. Draco Malfoy was still alive, and no doubt he had come for Harry. As Ron's mind filled with images of Draco and Harry fighting it out, he gripped his wand tightly. If Harry bought it, Ginny would be bloody inconsolable and damned if she wouldn't be broken-hearted.
And that counted as a transgression against the family.
Draco Malfoy, hurt my baby sister and I'm gonna jinx your Bertie-Botts Every-Flavour Balls off, he thought fiercely. He began humming a song to himself to keep him company – where she couldn't.
Holidays are joyful
There's always something new
But every day's a holiday
When I'm near to you
The lights on my tree
I wish you could see
I wish it every day
Logs on the fire
Fill me with desire
To see you and to say
He wished she was here now. He could really use her company – and her expert mind and even more expert wand capable of blasting thugs into whimpering cockroaches.
There was a footstep behind him, and he turned around.
But the threat in the house was behind him.
The figure stepped out of the shadows, dark robe swirling around it. The firelight was dying, and the figure blended into the shadows well.
As Ron pointed his outstretched wand into the kitchen, the figure struck with blinding speed.
Ron fell as the robe flung itself around his head, and a hand clamped over his lips, suffocating him, dragging him down to the floor where some horrible end no doutbt awaited him…
That I wish you Merry Christmas
Happy New Year, too
I've just one wish
On this Christmas Eve
I wish I were with you
Merlin, he thought, if I die let it be with my love, not like this…
But what kind of hand was this? It had lips, it was deliciously fruity and he caught a whiff of earthy smells as a bush of curly, brown hair surged into his vision.
He caught hold of a soft, womanly hand, as the hand's counterpart began running up and down his back.
He hugged the figure tight, kissing her over and over again as he felt her body, felt it pressed against his, felt the solid reassurance of human flesh.
Logs on the fire
Fill me with desire
To see you and to say
That I wish you Merry Christmas
Happy New Year, too
I've just one wish
On this Christmas Eve
I wish I were with you
I wish I were with youHermione smiled, and kissed him as he crushed her against him, and she locked her arms around him like there was no tomorrow.
And Ron recalled the last line of the song he had been humming. A most appropriate song, he thought. And he whispered those last lines to her, kissing her with every word…
Merry, merry, merry Christmas… Merry Christmas…Darling…