AN: B 10, and the prompt is: "The problem is," he said as he leant in, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." The same prompt like in the previous chapter, but completely different setting.

Harry was about to leave the bedroom when Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him close. "Wait a moment, luv. Why are you in such a damned rush this morning? You were even in the bathroom before I woke up."

"I dunno," Harry replied, sighing. "Maybe it's the unfamiliar environment."

Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Does that mean I had to forego my traditional Boxing Day shag because of the unfamiliar environment?"

"Oh, that ... that may be part of the reason," Harry muttered, visibly uncomfortable in his skin.

"At least, give me a proper good morning kiss," Ginny rose on tiptoe and looked up at him.

"The problem is," he said as he leant in, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop. I also like our traditions."

"Oh, tell me, why would you want to stop?"

"The kids are waiting for their Christmas presents," Harry replied patiently.

"You're aware that the children have parents who take care of them?" asked Ginny with a mischievous grin.

"Come on, Ginny. James is hosting the Potter Christmas party for the first time, and we're even the first time in his new house." Harry sighed. "As much as I want, we can't hide in the bedroom all day."

"Okay, Mr Potter. But after lunch, we both pretend to be tired and take a long nap. After all, we can't break our Christmas traditions just because we aren't in our bedroom."

"Okay, Mrs Potter. You can count on me." Harry chuckled and led Ginny downstairs, where their family was waiting. "But don't blame my old age for being tired in the middle of the day. In the end, the kids might think we are really old. "