So this is totally out of season. It's not Christmas. It's August. But that's ok. I was in the Christmas mood. Harry/Hermione throughout it all. Ron/Luna of course also. And yeah…basically I was in the mood for Fan Fiction. ENJOY!

The Season of Giving

"Honestly Harry…do you really expect me to just not give my parents anything for the holidays?" Hermione leaned her head against the couch and glared at her boyfriend of one year who was sitting next to her.

"What could they possible need?" Harry replied while staring at the television screen in front of him.

"That isn't the point."

Harry sighed and tore his gaze away from the captivating muggle contraption in front of him. "Then get them something. I don't care."

"But I don't know what to get…what do you think would be a practical, yet exciting gift?"

Harry groaned and clamped his hands over his ears. "I…don't…know."

Hermione stifled a giggle as she watched the total torture Harry was in. She loved aggravating him, because his face was just so fun to watch when she became analytical and annoying. Just ask Harry…she did that a lot.

Harry glanced up and noticed Hermione's deep brown eyes etched with laughter, and slowly brought his hands down from his ears. He let out a grunt as he launched his hands toward his girlfriend, wiggling his fingers in front of her face, and began the assault on her stomach.

"Harry! STOP!" Hermione gasped as he tickled her to the point of tears.

"Not until you promise…to stop…annoying…the HELL…out of…me!" Harry laughed along with her as he slowly climbed on top of her, as she had slid down the couch ending up horizontal, settling himself on her legs, trapping her from any chance of escape she had.

Hermione let out a peal of laughter, before finally gasping, "NEVER!"

Harry's jaw dropped, letting out a scandalized gasp, before reaching behind her legs to tickle the sensitive spot behind her knees. "I really didn't want to go here Mione…but you have given me no choice…" Harry smirked.

Hermione tried to wriggle out from under him, but suddenly she heard a loud whine from behind the couch.

"Come ON guys…I told you…warn me the next time you guys want to fondle each other in public and I won't come over!" Ron groaned in his ever obnoxious voice.

Harry smiled at Hermione and rolled off of her, standing up, pulling her up with him. "First of all mate…we're not 'in public'. This is OUR house!"

Hermione snorted as Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "And you never told us you were coming over. So therefore we couldn't have warned you."

Ron rolled his eyes before walking over to the reclining chair in the corner of the room, opposite of the television. "Whatever. I thought you would be happy to see me."

Harry scoffed. "Why would that be?"

Ron only stared mesmorized at the screen in front of him.

"RON." Hermione bellowed in his ear, successfully making him jump up and yelp.

"WHAT?"

It was Harry's turn to roll his eyes. "I asked you why we should be so glad you graced us with your presence."

Ron looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry…I just love these tellywision things. Bloody addicting."

Hermione giggled and walked into the small kitchen next to the family room, opening the fridge, "Ron, it's a TELEVISION."

Ron shrugged. "Right. That's what I said. Anyway…I was sent here."

"By whom?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised.

"My…MOTHER."

Harry gasped his hand over his mouth. Ron just nodded sarcastically.

Hermione came back into the room carrying three butterbeers in her hands, handing them to her two best friends. "What does your mum want?"

"She's having a Christmas party."

Harry groaned. "Why?"

"Harry!" Hermione scolded, "You have the worst holiday spirit I have ever seen!"

"Just call me the regular Scrooge" Harry said dryly.

"The regular WHO?" Ron asked bewildered.

Both and Harry and Hermione exchanged glances and replied hastily, "Nothing."

Ron shook his head. "ANYWAY…she's having a party. And we're doing a gift exchange."

Now it was Harry's turn to look lost. "A what?"

Ron just shrugged. "No idea. It was Ginny's idea. Read it in a muggle magazine."

Hermione became frusterated. "Are you two really that daft? A gift exchange is where you put everyone's name in a hat, and everyone pulls out a name. Then you are obligated to get that person a gift. It's more fun!"

"Doesn't sound more fun! Less presents!" Ron exclaimed.

Harry was about to agree when Hermione clamped her hand over his mouth. "You two are complete and utter idiots."

"Well…Hermione…you made it sound…" Ron started but was cut off by Hermione.

"You can still get presents for everyone else if you want to."

Both Harry and Ron let out a sigh of relief.

"Harry! I thought you didn't like giving presents!" Hermione yelled.

"I don't!"

"Then why are you sighing in relief that you can still buy presents for people?"

"Because…I like to receive them." He grinned.

Hermione let out a frusterated squeak. "Well you still have to buy presents for other people!"

Harry looked her straight in the eye before answering, "Well…I thought that's what you were for!"

He didn't even wait for her response, before he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping her into an enormous bear hug.

Hermione let out a strangled scream against Harry's chest, and tried to beat him with her balled up fists, but couldn't manage to move against the tight embrace. "Harry James Potter…if you think I'm going to do all of your shopping…"

Ron took this as his cue to leave as he stood up. Harry stuck out one of his hands, still succeeding to hold Hermione against him with one, as he and Ron shook hands.

"My work here is done. Just make sure you're there on the 24th alright?" Ron asked.

"Why the 24th?" Harry asked, now pushing Hermione underneath him on the couch, letting his fingers begin to wiggle against her abdomen again.

"So everyone can do their own thing on the actual Christmas day I guess."

Ron thought her heard Hermione mumble, "good idea" from her position under Harry and smothered against the cushions.

Shaking his head, he turned to the couple's fireplace ready to floo back to the Burrow. "Goodbye you two psychos."

Both and Harry and Hermione waved as they were too out of breath from laughing to respond.

A few minutes later, Hermione had managed to get on top of Harry, breathing heavily and cursing between every few giggle.

Harry gave up, knowing when he had been defeated. He couldn't help but laugh looking up at his girlfriend. Her hair which had somehow tamed over the past two years, was back to it's bushy frizzy mess it was all those years ago at Hogwarts. Her cheeks were pink after their wrestling match, and sweater was twisted around waist haphazardly. Harry grinned up at her, pulling her lips down to his.

Hermione smiled into the kiss. It seemed like she had been kissing Harry all her life, when in reality it had only been a year. After Hogwarts, and the defeat of Voldemort, the trio had moved in together. It had been the perfect arrangement…for about two days.

Harry and Hermione both had ignored their feelings toward each other, which caused tension in the house, not only between them, but also Ron. Hermione still felt bad about rejecting Ron in their seventh year, and then right after running into her other best friend's arms. Luckily, Ron had accepted their relationship far before they both had…actually being the one to finally get the two of them to realize their feelings. Hermione would be forever grateful for that.

And now look where they were. Living together in their own house. Content, happy, ecstatic. It was the perfect life that they had both been longing for.

Harry stroked her cheek and grinned up at Hermione as she pulled away. "I love you."

Hermione grinned back, never tiring of hearing the words that seemed to pour out of Harry's mouth every day. "I love you too."

She cocked her head and added afterward, "But I'm not doing your shopping."

Harry let out a mock yell, as she hopped off of him and dashed up the stairs. "You are SO going to get it Hermione Jane Granger!"

Hermione whirled around on the stairs landing. "I'm looking forward to it!"

Harry wiggled his eyebrows before sprinting up the stairs, throwing a giggling Hermione over his shoulder and continuing up to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

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well here we go again! New story. I hope to have it be at least 4 or 5 chapters. Not that long, but there is no drama to extend it. Total fluff and happiness. With humor of course. Just to get it out there...i'm American...so I don't really know all the English slang and terms. So Sorry in advance to anyone that reads this and thinks...wow people SO don't talk like that in England! I don't know if anyone will read this..BUUUT…if you do, feel free to review! Thanksss!