Hi Readers! I know it's not even close to Christmas, but if I waited until December, or at the very least, the day after thanksgiving, I would be waiting a long time. I think that everyone could use a bit of Christmas cheer all year 'round anyway. This story is pretty mild for the first two chapters, but number three will hopefully keep those of you who love the smut satisfied. *Giggle*
*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter.
It was early evening as I got ready to go to my parent's Christmas party. I pulled on the rust colored dress that highlighted my hair in a most splendid way, according to the man I loved. It was an off the shoulder cocktail dress, and I felt rather beautiful as I watched Ron salivate over me. I also had on a special pair of red Christmas panties and matching bra. That would be the one present that Ron was allowed to unwrap tonight, as was my families tradition. Ron looked dashing, wearing a black muggle type suit, with an orange tie. I shook my head in indulgence of the tie, and smiled. Ron put wards around our flat, since he was overly cautious about protecting me. Well, it was actually my flat, but Ron spent every single night he wasn't on mission or training here, so I considered it ours. In fact, tonight, while we were at my parent's party, Harry, Ginny and George would be moving all of Ron's stuff from Grimmauld place where he "lived" with Harry, and he would officially be moving in here with me. Also, Ginny would officially move in with Harry. Mrs. Weasley had finally relented to letting Ginny move out, seeing as two days ago Harry had asked Ginny to marry him.
"Ready, love?" Ron asked, holding out his arm. I walked out the door with him, and as we went past Mrs. Wick's door, she came out.
"Now, why are you two dressed up so fancy? Big dinner?" She asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I giggled, but Ron looked put on the spot. I knew that Ron was feeling rather like he had to propose to me soon, since Harry and Ginny were engaged, and they were younger than us, but I was willing to wait. I had forever with Ron. No need to rush into anything anymore. We were safe, and Voldemort was gone. Plus, Harry and Ginny have actually dated longer than we have. It just seems like longer for us, since we'd been dancing around it for seven years.
"We're heading to my parent's Christmas party." I said, moving closer to Ron, and draping his arm over my shoulders.
"But dear, Christmas isn't for another week."
"I know, but my parent's have their party a week early for their dental clients and colleagues, and then we'll all go over to Ron's house on Christmas eve." Mrs. Wick nodded her head, just as Mr. Wick came out of the house. He whistled softly at me.
"Damn Ron, better keep a hold on her tonight. Way she looks, she'll end up kidnapped." Mr. Wick winked at Ron and Ron grinned. He felt a kinship with the elder man, seeing as he was nearing 70, but still swore up a storm, and couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself where his wife was concerned. I rather hoped that Ron would be like that well into old age.
"I'll do my best." Ron replied, just as Mrs. Wick jumped, shrieking slightly, and slapped his hand away. Ron and I both laughed as his wife reprimanded him.
"I told you not to do that while we're around other people, you randy old man!" I thought I would pass out from laughing so hard, as Mr. Wick turned to look at his wife.
"I'm your randy old man, and you know you love it." Ron had managed to stopped laughing, but I just couldn't and as we waved goodbye, I felt someone squeeze me, much in the way Mrs. Wick just had.
"Ronald!" He laughed and slid his hand higher, as the Wick's smiled at our antics and turned to go inside their house.
"I'm your randy young man." Ron said, giving an attempt at puppy dog eyes. I laughed at him and pulled his head down for a quick kiss.
"You most certainly are." I said. We smiled at each other, and walked down the stairs, Ron being afraid of muggle elevators, ("Honestly Mione, What if it snaps?") and apparated to down the road from my parents house. We walked the rest of the way there and walked in to find the party already in full swing.