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Suck It Up and Shop

The next morning dawned bright and cheery for both Harry and Hermione. The first snow of the year had finally appeared, which was the sign of Christmas fast approaching.

"We have a week." Hermione announced to nobody in particular as she stared at herself in the hall mirror, trying to straighten her hair.

"A week for what?" Harry asked as he had walked down the stairs at the same time.

Hermione turned toward him slowly, looping her arms around his neck. "A week to go shopping…duh."

Harry backed away slowly, but Hermione clasped her hands behind his head and grinned. "You aren't going to get away this time Harry."

"But that's no fair," Harry sulked, "You seduced me before I even had a chance!"

Hermione giggled and gave him a quick kiss. "Are you dressed?"

Harry looked up and down. "Does it look like I'm dressed?"

"Good. Let's go."

"Wait a sec. You can't just expect me to follow you. You have to tell me where you are dragging me so I can prepare for my death accordingly."

Hermione rolled her eyes, releasing Harry from her hold, and grabbed her coat out of the front closet. "We're going shopping. I think we've already been over this."

Harry helped her into her coat before replying, "No. You said we had a week. Since when does a week mean that we have to go now?"

"Because we're visiting my parents in two days. And we're giving them our presents then because we won't see them on the actual Christmas day."

"Say WHAT?"

Hermione just grabbed his hand and led him out the door, throwing his coat at him from over her shoulder. "Come on Potter. Suck it up and shop."

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"I still don't know why Christmas has to be extended all week."

"Because we have to celebrate it three times Harry."

Harry stopped walking down Diagon Alley, looking thoroughly confused. "Wait…WHAT?"

"You are really bad at this holiday thing aren't you?" Hermione laughed. "We're celebrating it with my parents in two days, at the Burrow in five days, and then I thought we agreed to have our own Christmas with just the two of us in six days."

Harry nodded. "I guess you're right."

"Harry…I'm ALWAYS right."

With a slap to his forehead in mock defeat, Harry grabbed Hermione's gloved hand and pulled her into Fred and George's joke shop, which they had happened to be standing next to.

"HARRY! We are NOT buying my mother and father something the TWINS made!"

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"Oi! It's Harry and Hermione!" Fred exclaimed from across the shop as they entered.

George came out from the back room grinning widely before shaking Harry's hand and hugging Hermione. "Are you two coming to the big 'gift exchange'?"

"Of course we are. And I'm already pitying whoever you pick to give a gift to." Hermione snorted.

"So harsh. Whatever makes you think I give bad gifts?" George asked a twinkle in his eye.

"Because you own a joke shop."

"Oh right. I forgot about that. I guess you're right. I do feel bad for whoever receives a gift from me." George answered grinning roguishly.

Hermione rolled her eyes and wandered across the store, staring intently at something that looked conspicuously like a book. But what would a book be doing in a joke shop? Especially one owned by the two notorious slackers by the name of Fred and George.

Before she could reach it, Fred swooped down in front of her, blocking her gaze. "How are you my dearest Hermione?"

"Fine my dearest Fred." Hermione replied dryly. "But was that just a boo-,"

She was cut off by Fred grabbing her arm and steering her towards another display. "Have you seen these amazing Bubbling Bath Bombs?"

Hermione strained her neck around to look back to where she had stood a second before. Strangely, the book was nowhere to be found. She narrowly missed Fred's smirk before she focused on the Bubbling Bath Bombs in front of her.

Harry and George had witnessed the entire scene unfolding in front of them. Harry let out a sigh of relief when Hermione's attention returned to the Bubbling Bath Bombs. He shot a glare at Fred who just shrugged and turned a bit pink. George groaned.

"That was close." He muttered under his breath.

"Too close." Harry agreed before joining his girlfriend across the room.

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A few hours later while Harry and Hermione were sitting in the Leaky Cauldron eating lunch, Hermione brought up the gift exchange.

"Fred was telling me that everyone has to go over to the Burrow tomorrow night to pick out the name you are going to buy for."

Harry nodded. "It's sure a good thing that I told Tonks I had to take off this whole week."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to be so busy SHOPPING."

Hermione laughed. "Oh Harry. You really need to get some holiday spirit."

"Oh I have it Mione. Believe me."

"Right. Okay. So please do tell me what parts of Christmas you actually like."

Harry opened is mouth, but was cut off with Hermione saying, "And NOT that you like to receive gifts."

Harry pouted a minute before his face lit up and he answered. "I like…no I LOVE mistletoe."

Hermione just stared at him a few seconds before realizing he was serious. Then she proceeded to dissolve into a fit of laughter.

Harry began to pout again. "It's true! Mione…stop laughing!"

Hermione composed herself enough to speak. "But Harry…don't you enjoy giving people gifts? Don't you enjoy the fun of seeing a person's face light up after they open up your gift? And don't you enjoy the food? And the tree? And just that happy feeling you get on Christmas morning?"

Harry considered it a moment. "Okay. You win."

Hermione sat back smugly. "So you admit that you've just been being a prat to annoy me then?"
Harry stared at her for a second before answering, "Of course."

He couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at the look on Hermione's face. "I love you darling."

"Don't call me darling."

Harry nodded. "As you wish lovemuffin."

He didn't even wait for her answer as he raised his hand and called out, "Check please!"

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Five hours later, as dusk was falling, Hermione and Harry made their way back to their house, this time walking a bit slower, because they were weighed down with three shopping bags each.

"Why do we have this much stuff for your parents?" Harry asked for about the fourth time.

Hermione sighed. "It's not all for my parents. Those curtains will look wonderful in our bedroom. And the dictionary set will help me a lot in my office."

Harry grimaced as he realized that he was the one carrying the dictionaries.

"I have never been so happy to see this house." Harry muttered as they stumbled up the front steps and into the front hall.

Dropping the bags unceremoniously onto the couch, Harry flopped into the recliner and flipped on the television. "Ron's right. Television IS bloody addicting."

Hermione rolled her eyes and set herself to make the house look festive. "It's too bad we live in a muggle neighborhood. Or we could have just levitated those bags home."

Harry groaned. " We should have taken the invisibility cloak!"

Hermione giggled. "Too late now."

Harry looked on in wonder as their house soon turned into a magical wonderland with just one flick of Hermion's wand. The windows held candles, the mantle held holly, and the chandelier held mistletoe. A tree appeared in the corner, with boxes next to it filled with decorations.

"It's a shame no one can see this from outside." Harry sighed. Their house, being in a muggle neighborhood, had to have a strong charm on it to conceal the magic inside.

Hermione sighed too. "But we see it. And that's all that matters."

Harry grinned and pulled her into his lap. "I am happy about Christmas. I promise."

"I knew you would be. I just hope this week goes off without a hitch."

Harry laughed. "Yeah right. Celebrating Christmas three times…there is plenty of time to have things go wrong Mione. And we're going to be at the Burrow."

"Very true." She murmured as she cuddled into Harry's side. She lifted her wand, and soon the fireplace in front of them went from smoldering ashes, into a roaring fire.

"Can you help me decorate the tree?" Hermione asked softly closing her eyes in the warmth.

"But we have magic. Can't we just do it sitting here?" Harry whined.

"Harry! It's tradition!"

"Alright fine. You win. Again."

"I know. I always do. You should remember that."

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welll that's the second chapter. Short I know. But that's just how it's going to be. I feel stupid asking for reviews, because obviously nobody wants to! SO THAT'S OK! DON'T REVIEW! I'll just sit here and cry when I look at the screen that says Reviews : 0.

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