It's a Wonderful Christmas
By Sapphire200182
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all…not even a buck.
Chapter 4: You're My Christmas Present
December 24
Ah-ah-ah
The tree is all trimmed now,
The fireplace is aglow,
And outside quiet streets,
Are all covered with snow
Ron raked out the fire, and it smouldered, glowered as it finally began to die down slowly. He glanced around the Weasleys' living room, taking in the Christmas decorations, the tree dressed up in the corner, the brilliant red and gold colours of poinsettia and tinsel, everything.
He smiled, turned toward the stairs and saw her. "Merry Christmas," she said.
So darling let me tell you,
On this day of days,
Baby, you're my Christmas present,
My Christmas past, my Christmas always
"Why are you up so late at night, dear?" he said.
"Why are YOU up so late at night?"
In the night, church bells ring,
Their message, a cheer,
And somewhere canvassing,
Soon Santa will be here
Hermione walked over, gave him a kiss and a hug. He stared down into her eyes, lovely brown big doe-eyes.
"I just wanted to ask you what you want for your Christmas present…"
Ron gasped in mock horror. "You mean you haven't gotten one yet?"
And this I swear as into,
Your warm eyes I gaze,
Baby you're my Christmas present,
My Christmas past, my Christmas always
She stood on tip-toe and kissed him lovingly, smiling as he stiffened in surprise. She giggled as he kissed her, and asked whether he was that bad.
"Anyway, why bother with a present when I have the best present in the world?" he said.
So on this silent night,
Let me hold you tight,
And make you know just how good love can be,
There's no gift of hope,
And no treasure untold,
That's as precious as you are to me
"And what might that be? Lav-lav?"
"Nah. Just as long as yours isn't Vicky."
They shared another kiss, and she led him to the great armchair by the fireplace.
The stars twinkle on high,
Our world is so fine,
And I wish you Merry Christmas,
And as you pour the wine
They sat together, snuggled up in the big armchair, as the dying light played over their features and made their cheeks all rosy…or that could be because they were kissing so much.
For you, this toast my darling,
As my glass I raise,
Baby you're my Christmas present,
My Christmas past, my Christmas always…
And, the next morning, when Harry and Ginny crept downstairs in the pre-dawn stillness for a walk, they found the couple fast asleep, nestled in each other's arms. As Ginny hurriedly dived behind a chair, Hermione started awake, smiled and reached over to Ron.
Harry clapped a hand over Ginny's mouth, as she was giggling fit to wake a hibernating Kneazle.
Sleepily, Hermione kissed him awake. The two still didn't realise they were being watched.
"How sweet," sighed Ginny. Harry grinned wickedly as he pointed his wand at his throat and muttered, "Sonorus."
You're my Christmas always… "GET A BLOODY ROOM!"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!