"Who wants to go first?" asked Ginny, anxious to open the presents surrounding the tree. They decided to write their names on pieces of paper and then draw it from a hat. Draco charmed the hat to spout out the names like the goblet from their fourth year.

"Got it!" said Blaise, reaching out to grab the piece of paper that fluttered out of the hat. He took a few seconds to process the information and scan the room for the person.

"Oliver! You're first!" he said finally, pointing to the person opposite him. Blaise clapped cheerfully and passed one of the presents to his friend. Oliver snatched the present out of Blaise's hands, to everyone's amazement.

"Are you that excited? You're not really the type of person who likes these events," said Hermione, sharing the expression that she wore with everyone else.

"I'm starting to like it," he said, smiling. He then proceeded to ripping whatever he could get his hands on.

"Watch it, dude! That paper was pricey," said Ron, in an annoyed tone.

"Sorry."

"What is it?" asked Ginny, trying to take a peek inside the closed lid of the box.

"Excuse me. I believe it is my present," said Oliver.

Ginny sat back in her spot, pouting. Blaise reached over to comfort her.

"Thanks Pans, Ron. I love it!" he exclaimed. Oliver held up a set of designer made Quidditch gear, showing off.

"I didn't know they sold that," said Draco, surprised.

"Me either, until the day we went shopping," replied Ron.

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"RON! Christmas is only a week away. We have to get PRESENTS!" yelled Pansy while brushing her teeth.

"Christmas shopping? Great," mumbled Ron.

Pansy ran out of their bedroom to the dining table, where her husband was sitting, reading the Daily Prophet and eating his breakfast.

"Come on. We have to beat the crowd at Diagon Alley," said Pansy, pulling Ron out of his chair to the fireplace and getting ready to Floo.

"Diagon Alley!" said Pansy. Ron swallowed the piece of bread in his mouth as green flames filled the fireplace and extinguished, leaving an empty spot where the couple were.

"Next time you want to Floo here, at least choose a good place to arrive," said Ron, casting a Cleaning Charm on his and Pansy's clothes.

"Thanks. Stop being so picky."

They walked out of the arrival point and found themselves in the midst of the crowd.

"We should have came earlier," yelled Pansy, over the all the noise. She tugged Ron along, pushing everyone out of her way.

"Important people coming through. Yeah! Get out of my way!"

Ron hung his head, embarrassed by the scene created by his wife. She was always this frustrated during the holidays.

Finally, they reached the aim of their mission- Quality Quidditch Supplies.

"This is where we're going to get everyone's presents?" asked Ron, confused.

"No, just Oliver's," answered Pansy.

"Really? I think someone else might want something from here," hinted Ron.

"I can't think of anyone right now," replied Pansy. "OH! I know. Harry!"

"No, that's not it," said Ron, looking dejected.

Pansy opened the door into the shop and pushed her way to the back storeroom, Ron tagging behind.

"Hey Pans! Looking for the new arrivals? I put them around here somewhere," a voice came from behind the shelf. "Hello, and who are you?"

A young face poked out, looking curiously at Ron. He stepped out and went to hug Pansy.

"This is Ron, my husband. Ron, this is Nathan Blake, the owner," introduced Pansy.

"Husband, huh? You're lucky to get her for a wife!" He reached over to shake Ron's hand. "So, Pans, what are you here for? I'm guessing Christmas presents?"

"Pretty obvious, don't you think?" muttered Ron, earning himself a punch in the arm from Pansy.

"Yeah. We have an obsessed Quidditch player on our hands, in need of a new set of Quidditch gear," answered Pansy.

"So does someone else, but that's obviously not important for some people," said Ron, under his breath.

"I'll see what we have. Feel free to check out the new stock," said Nathan, walking deep into the storeroom, until they could only hear the soft tapping of his footsteps.

Ten minutes later, Nathan appeared out of nowhere holding a few sets of Quidditch gear. He set them down on the table.

"Ta-da! DESIGNER made Quidditch gear. Who knew they had that?" said Nathan with a flourish.

Pansy went over to stroke the materials, making a big fuss over what to choose for Oliver.

"What do you think, Ron?" asked Pansy, holding up her final two choices.

"Go with the lighter one, it looks more classy," replied Nathan.

Ron, annoyed, went to the front of the shop to 'sulk in a corner'.

Finally, Pans walked out of the shop, pleased with her purchases. She spotted Ron sitting on a bench outside the shop, drinking a bottle of Butterbeer.

"You okay?" she asked, worried.

"I'm fine."

"You're going love what I bought!" said Pansy. She pulled Ron up and dragged him to the Floo point as quickly as she could.

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"And that's how I got my brand new set of DESIGNER Quidditch gear," finished Ron, kissing Pansy on the cheek. "Much better than yours, though," he said, indicating to Oliver's present.

"Hey!"