A/N.: I'm back!! Lol. I know it's way past Christmas and I haven't updated in a month. But I had a spot of inspiration and read your reviews that asked for one more chapter, so I wanted to give you one more. Thank you for the lovely reviews. Now, please, find that Christmas spirit in you and read on! Tell me what you think, later. I'd love to know.


They arrived at the Burrow at a decent time, despite the fact neither of them felt like getting up from their comforting corner. And that was after they flooed to Ron's place and picked up his best friends in the spirit of keeping their little scheme going. Molly Weasley was the first to greet them with hugs.

"Oh, dear. It's so good to see you! You're looking so good." Molly squeezed him tightly. "If a little thin, I suppose."

Ginny pushed his foot playfully at that comment.

"So, how was your girls' night?" Molly asked Hermione and Ginny.

"It was great, mum." Ginny answered swiftly.

Hermione started talking from beside her. "Oh, Mrs. Weasley, we had so much fun! First, we listened to the Weird Sisters on the radio, than we ordered a pizza, had some red wine..."

His best friend had a little problem when telling lies. She can't let the subject drop. Instead, she made the lie even bigger by telling little details, afraid the person would catch on to it. Harry was used to it. Ginny seemed very frustrated, judging by the eye-roll she gave him behind her mother's back.

Harry made his way to the gardens, lest he starts cracking up. Ron followed behind.

In the Weasley's traditional ways, the brothers were all crashing the tables in competition instead of settling them for lunch.

"If it isn't my two favorite little brothers." George turner to them, releasing his table, which narrowly missed Charlie's foot.

"Shut up, George." Ron grumbled. Harry's heart, however, seemed to lift at the term.

"How have you been, Harry? I don't even have to ask you, Ron. You're everyday at the shop, pissing me off." George said.

"Don't worry. I'm off to see my favorite older brothers anyway." Ron retorted.

Harry ignored the brothers' squabbling, used to it already.

"I've been great. Crazy busy at work. But happy that Ginny's back around."

"I bet you are." George have him a wink, that made him blush to the roots of his hair. "Anyway, Harrykiens, make sure to pass by the shop one day. We can grab lunch. I'm too tired of having lunch just with Ron everyday."

Harry was about to reply to that, when a little bundle came racing towards him.

"HarryHarryHarryHarry."

"Hey, buddy." Harry have a huge smile and lifted his godson up, kissing his cheeks and his blue hair. "You excited for your Christmas gift?"

"Yeah!!"

"I bet you've forgotten all about old uncle George here." George made a sad face to the three year old.

"No! Unca George! I 'member you!" Teddy giggled.

"What about this, Ted?" Harry said. "Go say hi to all the family and, when you get back, I'll give you your gift before everyone else's."

The little boy's eyes lightened up and he started running to the Weasley brothers.

"You sure know how to handle him, mate." George said.

"Harry!" Andromeda appeared from the house and gave him a hug.

"How are you?" Harry asked the woman, who had quickly become part of the family.

"Good, good. With my hands full, as you can see. Hi George!" She started to greet the Weasley sibling.

Andromeda hadn't come alone to the gardens. Standing with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face, was Ginny. Harry knew the only reason she came out was to see Andromeda berating him for his choice of gift. He didn't buy for one second her pretense of greeting George nonchalantly.

Harry wasn't stupid though. He waited a few seconds, until Teddy appeared in front of him, hair disheveled and pleading eyes.

"Can I have my gift now, Unca Harry?"

So he took it from his pocket and enlarged it, handing the broom to his godson

The shape of the gift said it all. George knew what it was. Teddy knee what it was. And Andromeda knew what it was. But she wasn't about to take it from her grandson, who was jumping in joy.

She only gave Harry a warning look and said "You know what the conditions were. It's in your hands now."

Harry smiled brightly at her while Teddy ripped out the papers. "Of course."

Being a family of Quidditch, soon all the Weasley siblings were around, checking out the broom and offering to help Teddy ride it. Well, all except Percy, who was fitting Harry with a disapproving glance. Ginny took the lead, though.

"I'm his unofficial godmother. So, Harry and I will help Teddy for his first ride. Later, you can help him.." She gave them all a stare, daring them to disagree. The brothers grumbled between them, but none of them dared intervene.

Harry thinks he fell in love with her a little bit more, then.

After a whole hour of Teddy rushing around the garden giggling, going from one uncle to the other, Molly announced lunch was ready. Teddy's first try with Harry and Ginny had gone smoothly and Harry somehow felt a bit closer to Sirius after doing it. Later, all the Weasleys had started to give their advice and his godson wanted to go always faster.

The table was set, with delicious holiday food and Harry's stomach growled from his place beside Ginny at one end of the table. Conversation already flowed effortlessly around everyone, bringing joy to their meal. In front of Harry and Ginny, Hermione was telling them about a new breakthrough at work, Ron by her side, looking at her with a dreamy complexion at her enthusiasm.

Down the table, sat a very pregnant Fleur and Bill, facing an ,also pregnant, Audrey and Percy. The women were sure talking about their babies while the men seemed to discuss work, Bill stopping between sentences to feed their two year old daughter, Victoire.

Next to the toddler, sat Teddy, babbling nonstop, while Andromeda tried to get him to eat, beside him. Molly was cooing at the little boy, on Andromeda's other side.

In line with Harry was also George, Angelina and Charlie, the latter talking about a brand new story from the dragons' reserve. Arthur sat at the very end of the table, with a proud look on his face.

All in all it was a beautiful scene. Harry felt that they all fit perfectly together. Ginny squeezed his tight under the table while he was taking it all in. She always knew what was on his mind.

With their bellies full, Mrs. Weasley declared it was time to exchange gifts. The adults, at least. Victoire and Teddy weren't able to wait for theirs. In the middle of it all, Harry discreetly whispered in Ginny's ear.

"Can we go somewhere more private? I'd like to give you your gift alone."

Ginny nodded and grabbed his hand, taking him to the stairs while the rest of the family was busy exclaiming over the Christmas surprises.

"Ooh I hope you're going to do something unapproved by my parents!" Ginny exclaimed, excitedly.

"Ginny!" Harry hissed, appealed.

"What?"

"The whole family is just inside the next room."

"So? That never stopped us before." She shrugged.

Harry shook his head, exasperated. He fetched the rectangular box in his pocket, hoping it wouldn't ruin her expectations.

"I was thinking something more material" He said.

Ginny's eyes shined at the box and proceeded to unwrap the decorative paper. Harry knew it would mean the same to her no matter the value of the gift. She just loved Christmas presents.

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed. Inside the box was a necklace with a delicate golden Snitch hanging from it.

"I was gonna give you a Quaffle. But for some reason the Snitch is more beautiful. And then I thought about how the Finals when you ever played as a seeker was the day we first kissed and-"

Ginny interrupted him with a warm kiss, her eyes shining as she pulled away

" It's perfect. Can you put it on me?"

He brushed her long, red hair to the side and clasped the necklace around her neck.

Ginny smiled "In this case, I may have something for you too."

She enlarged a gift-wrapped box. Inside, was a beautiful picture frame, the borders all knitted in a pattern of gold and red, with his number 7 on one corner. The picture was of him and Ginny on one of their broom rides, teasing each other good-naturedly.

"I myself knitted it. Hermione took the picture for me." Ginny said.

"I love it. Thank you." He hugged her. " You are good at this knitting thing, Weasley."

"Don't even start." She laughed. "Only for you, Potter."

'And that's why he loved it so much', he thought.

A few hours later, the afternoon was turning into early evening, and the family was returning each to their houses, little by little. Harry and Ginny were assigned the duty of taking care of the tables and chairs outside.

They were piling the chairs in a corner with a few flicks of their wands, when it started to snow abundantly. The young wizards fastened their paces, becoming soon drenched. When they finally went for cover, Ginny's hair was dark in some places, where it got wet and Harry's was covered in white.

She passed her hand through his black locks, the gesture sending small tingles of pleasure down his body. Leaning a bit closer and grasping his neck, she murmured " I may have another Christmas gift stored for you."

"Hmmm?" Harry hummed, his senses filled with her flowery smell.

"I told my mom there's no way I'd let my boyfriend spend the holidays alone in that apartment, while Ron had George for company in the shop. She hesitated a bit, but said nothing, which I'll take as a yes."

"You're joking?" Harry stared at her hopefully.

"I'm all yours for the next two weeks, Mr. Potter."

He grabbed her by the waist and twirled her around, not caring that they were, again, under the snow. Her laughter filled the air.

It was, no doubt, one of his best Christmas ever.

The snow was falling and he was hopelessly in love.