By Sapphire200182
Disclaimer: Damn, not again…nothing you hear me? Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! raves madly
On with the show…er…on with the fic.
December 23It's a damn bloody good thing I'm staying in the Burrow for the hols, thought Harry. That way, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley can just ream my ass when they find out Ginny's getting married…to me!
Harry munched on a piece of toast as he tried to figure out just how to explain this to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They would probably not be very happy at the age Ginny was marrying…but hell, she was twenty!
And then there were the presents. He must get something for the Weasleys, soften 'em up a bit. Harry nearly choked on his toast; what a naughty boy he was turning out to be. Then again, the Boy-Who-Lived had never been a saint.
Harry sniggered. Boy-Who-Lived indeed. More like the Boy-Who-Kicked-Voldie's-Ass-Halfway-To-Taiwan. The phrase "Boy-Who-Lived" conjured up visions of a pure, well-mannered, saintly boy. Way different from the actual 'da bad boy of Hogwarts' Harry James Potter. The Marauders must be killing themselves laughing.
Thinking of them, Harry groaned. Moony was marrying Tonks – ahem, Nymphadora Lupin – next month, and it would be a busy time for everybody. Lupin had it better off; nobody on the Tonks side would object to him.
Ginny came down the stairs, humming. She grabbed a pot of Earl Grey – he'd never get used to that drink – and poured in milk and sugar. The exact same ritual every morning. But this morning, it was different.
"Harry, do you want to go for a walk?"
Harry blinked. And blinked again. "A walk?" he replied warily. Lesson Number One for dating couples…or fiancees in this case: most of the time, 'do you want to go for a walk' means something important. Just like 'we need to talk'.
Harry hoped that his 'Love and Dating 101' crash course – taught by Da Master Seamus Finnigan – would pay off.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight
Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland
"Harry…" said Ginny.
"Yes?" he replied, cautious and the most attentive he had ever been in a long while…the other time being when he had duelled Voldemort.
Gone away is the blue bird
In his place is the new bird
He sings a love song, as we go along
Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland
"The wedding is going to have a heck of a lot of preparations," she said.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Ginny continued.
"I've explained the situation to my parents, and they're fine with it."
Harry did a little whoop, and Ginny giggled. "I knew you'd be happy."
Harry hugged her tight. "We're gonna be so damn good together. But how did you manage to get your mom – my future mom-in-law – to agree? Hex her?"
Ginny smiled slyly. "Wanted to, couldn't. It's not that difficult if you know that she married my father at twenty."
In the meadow we'll build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say "Are you married ?", We'll say "No man,
For you can do the job when you're in town."
Harry's eyebrows shot into his unkempt hair (which, Ginny privately thought, was SO bloody sexy). "She did? How'd you know?"
"It's easy when you just look at Charlie and her age."
Later on, we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid, the plans that we made
Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland
They spent the rest of the morning walking, sitting, lying down together, fooling about in the snow.
In the meadow we'll build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say "Are you married ?", We'll say "No man,
For you can do the job when you're in town."
They passed a group of carollers as they headed back home. The carollers wished them a very happy Christmas, and they returned the season's greetings.
Later on, we'll conspire
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid, the plans that we made
Walkin' in a Winter WonderlandAnd, in later years, Harry would always say that the carollers were damn right. A very happy Christmas indeed.