Harry isn't mine, nor are his awkwardly named children.
"Wake-up, wake-up, wake-up!" a voice called. Harry groaned and rolled toward the bedside table, glancing at his watch, being careful not to knock the little girl who had appeared at his side off the bed on to the ground.
"It's too early. Go back to bed Lily," he mumbled.
"Daddy! It's Christmas," Lily complained. "James is up already."
"Well he's not in here is he? Go back to bed for at least another hour Lily," Harry instructed.
"Daddy!"
"Go back to bed, Lily," Ginny seconded, rolling over on to her side from her stomach to look at her daughter. "It's too early." Lily sighed and rolled off the bed, marching out of the room. Harry rolled back over, closer to Ginny and she snuggled back into him, spooning against him. Harry began drifting back off to sleep.
"Mum, Dad, Lily won't leave me alone!" James cried out.
"James, you're going to get me in trouble!" Lily whined after him. Harry groaned and buried his face in Ginny's hair. Ginny pushed him back slightly and sat up, one of her feet entangling with Harry's.
"Lily, go back to bed and leave your brother alone. James, go back to sleep," Ginny told them. Harry rubbed his eyes and sat up as well.
"Can't we just-"
"Listen to your mother James," Harry interrupted, using a harsher voice that was crackling with sleep.
"But-"
"Now," Harry instructed. Both of them went storming off, out into the corridor. Ginny flopped back down on the bed and Harry lay down next to her, spooning against her again. Her hair smelled good in his nose and he reached an arm around her, pulling her closer. Her feet tangled in his calves, keeping her feet warm.
"It's been an hour right?" Lily interrupted. Down the hall, Harry heard the toilet flush and assumed it was James.
"No," Harry mumbled into Ginny's neck.
"Lily, we will come and get you when it's time for you to wake up. Go back to bed," Ginny told her.
"But that will take forever!"
"Lily!" Ginny cut her off. Lily went marching off again. Ginny sighed as she settled back against Harry and he kissed her neck where it smelled like her hair. She hummed contentedly and then yawned.
"Mum! Dad! James came into my room and sat on me!" Albus proclaimed, running in through the door.
"James Sirius Potter!" Ginny called out, squirming away from Harry.
"It's still dark out. I thought it was my room," James argued as Ginny got out of bed. Harry sat up and began feeling around for his glasses. He grabbed them off the bedside table and looked over at his son who was standing by the door in red and white pyjamas looking fully annoyed.
"Happy Christmas Albus," Harry told his son as he got to his feet. Albus's annoyed face broke into a grin.
"Happy Christmas. Can we go downstairs now?"
"I want about forty-five minutes more sleep," Harry told him, walking over towards Albus. "Go back to bed."
"I don't think I could sleep," Albus argued.
"Then read for a while," Harry suggested. Albus wrinkled his nose.
"I'm not Rose."
"Well then find something else to do in your room, quietly," Harry instructed. Albus sighed and walked out of the room as Ginny walked back in, rolling her eyes.
"I told James if he doesn't stay in his room and leave Albus and Lily alone until we come and get him then we're going to start picking which of his presents to take back," Ginny informed him.
"That was a stroke of genius."
"I have my moments," Ginny confessed. Harry yawned as he removed his glasses and placed the back down on the bedside table before sitting down on the bed. Ginny had already pulled back the blankets and attempted to get settled in again. Harry lay down next to her and attempted to fall back asleep. A few minutes passed in silence. "Can you sleep at all?" Ginny asked.
"No."
"Me either."
"Should we go get the kids?"
"It'll be good for them to learn patience," Ginny replied.
"And for us?" Harry asked her, sitting up and putting his glasses back on his face.
"I could think of something we could do to pass the time as," Ginny suggested. Harry turned and looked at her, just before she began kissing him. It lasted for only a moment before the door came banging open again.
"Ew!" Lily cried out.
"Lily!" Ginny scolded. "You were told to go back to your room."
"I'm thirsty. I wanted to go downstairs and get a drink of water."
"No, Lily, go back to bed," Ginny told her sharply. "Or at least play quietly in your room."
"But-"
"You can wait Lily. You're not dying of thirst," Harry said, cutting Lily off. Lily marched off again. "Think we could chance a silencing charm so we can ignore them?"
"You know the minute we do James will blow something up, or Albus will fall out the window attempting get the snow off his window sill or Lily will flood the bathroom attempting to get herself a drink of water from the sink," Ginny reminded him.
"Oh that," Harry replied.
"Mmm," Ginny answered. Harry sighed and stared at the ceiling.
"Happy Christmas, Ginny."
"Mmmph," she replied, rolling over and burying her head in her pillow.
Sorry this one's so short. I started writing something else and it ended up kind of non-Christmassy. Might still post it. At any rate, open to suggestions for other story ideas. I've got 20 more to do and I usually find prompts a good challenge.