Christmas is going to be long. I want to write about everyone's and then end it all with the Christmas party at Draco's. Each pairing will get a chapter. Hope you don't mind.

And I hope no one minds that Ron gets taken to church. It's something that a lot of people do on Christmas morning, so I decided it would be a fun muggle thing for Ron to experience. It's not to discredit anyone's religious beliefs. I embrace everyone, no matter what religion. For the sake of different religious beliefs however, I won't go into it too much. I don't want to offend.

Oh, and if you haven't seen the 1997 movie Titanic (if you haven't, you must be living under the biggest rock in the world), spoiler alert.

On with the fic :)


Chapter 15: A Muggleborn Christmas

Christmas had arrived and Ron found himself waking up to presents at the foot of his bed. The best present however, was wrapped in his arms, breathing sweetly and steadily, still asleep. Hermione had snuck into Ron's room while her parents were sleeping for an intense snogging session, which ended up in them falling asleep.

Ron smiled as he looked upon the loveliness that was Hermione. She looked as innocent in her sleep as she did when she was awake.

This wasn't the first time they had slept in the same bed together. Back in 4th year, Hermione had had a horrible dream and sought refuge in Ron's bed one night. She said he chased the monsters away. Back then, he was trying to be the one to not have randy thoughts of the girl in her silk pajamas rubbing up against him accidentally in his twin four poster bed, but now? Noe hr was concentrating on how cute her nose was. How long her beautiful eyelashes were. The fullness of her lips. How she seemed to have a slight grin in her sleep, as if she was having the sweetest of dreams.

A small knock came upon the door. "Ron? Are you up?" asked Ava from the door.

'Shit, please don't open the door.' thought Ron. "Uh...yes ma'am, I'm not decent so-"

"I would hope you are. I'm no fool, I know my daughter is in there. Just make sure she is out before her father wakes, okay dear?"

Ron couldn't help but laugh. "Yes ma'am." he said, waking up Hermione.

"Wha wazzat?"asked Hermione sleepily as she stretched in Ron's arms.

"That would be your mother, love." said Ron. "She said you need to be out before your dad wakes up."

Hermione smiled and kissed Ron quickly on the lips. She got up and left the room.

20 minutes later, both teens were in the Granger's living room opening presents. Hermione had gotten Ron a signed Cannons poster, Harry had sent him a deluxe chocolate frogs box, he got his usual maroon sweater from his mum, as well as other gifts from family members. Hermione had gotten a necklace with an otter charm from Ron, and books from practically everybody else. Ginny however had sent her a package that told her to open it in privacy.

She was surprised to see a package from Mrs. Weasley and when she opened it, she was even more surprised as well as touched.

She had always envied Ron, Ginny, and Harry for their Weasley sweaters that they would get each year. So seeing her very own light purple knitted sweater with a white letter H on it made her almost tear up.

"Your mum made me a Weasley sweater?"

Ron shrugged. "Well I had told her how you like to knick mine sometimes and that we were dating and your favorite color, and she made you one."

Hermione quickly put the sweater on over her pajama top, which was a tank. She closed her eyes and took in the scent of fresh linen and The Burrow, which she had only been to once for two weeks with Ginny, though that wonderful smell of summer and fresh breezes always stuck with her, especially since Ron had that smell himself.

After all the presents had been gone through, they sat down to a wonderful breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, and tea.

After that, the four piled into the Grangers car where they went to church. It was Ron's first time ever being at one, and while he didn't get all that the man was saying, he did indeed like the stories and the songs that were sung.

After church, they went and had lunch with Hermione's grandmother.

Marion Granger, Hermione's grandmother seemed as stern and as judgmental as Ron's Great Aunt Muriel. She commented on how lanky Ron was despite him having developed some muscle from playing quidditch, she spoke on how his hair wasn't exactly red, she spoke even more on how she felt her granddaughter should be more focused on her books than boys, and she spoke on his attire.

It was known that the Weasley's weren't among the wealthiest of pureblood families like the Malfoy's, Parkinson's, and the Zabini's. Most of Ron's clothing were hand me downs. The very outfit he had on was a mash up of his brother's former clothes. He had worn his new knitted jumper, but it was paired with Bill's jeans, and Charlie's shoes. The sweater was somewhat snug, and his pants were slightly high watered as a result of Ron being the tallest amongst the boys, and his shoes were rather worn.

"Well if you ask me, I don't see a thing wrong with his clothes." said Hermione in a calm but biting voice.

"Of course you wouldn't dear." said Marion. "You teenagers today know nothing about proper attire nor modesty when it comes to clothing. But surely you should know to wear your best when visiting someone you have never met."

"Grandmum, that's not even nice. You don't know Ron at all. How do you know this isn't his best? He didn't know that he was to be visiting all of my family during the holiday. His dear mum made him that jumper, as well as mine and he looks dashing in it. You know nothing about his life, nor do you try to learn. Forgive me Grandmum, but you are being absolutely rude."

Hermione got up from the table, took Ron by hand, made him get up, and pulled him out of the dining room and into the den.

"The very nerve of her!" said Hermione, once they were out of earshot. "I can't believe she sat there and talked to you the way she did!"

"Hermione love, it's okay. I mean-"

"No it very well is not okay!" said Hermione, stomping her foot. "She is always so horrid to people just because she's older and think she can. She doesn't know anything about you! Your hair is lovely, you are not getting in the way of my studies, and your body is wonderful and I don't care about your clothes. I think they are brilliant!"

Ron blushed as Hermione continued her rant. As much as her grandmum's words didn't phase him in the slightest, he liked seeing that Hermione was bothered by a family member being rude to him. Plus an angry Hermione was sometimes a cute Hermione.

"Mione, I'm fine." he said, putting his arms around her waist when she was done. "What she said doesn't bother me in the slightest. As long as you like me, that's all that matters, okay? Though I do appreciate you standing up for me."

He kissed her sweetly on the lips, appreciation and affection transferring from him to her. Hermione smiled, happy to see that Ron was not affected by her grandmum's harsh and critical words.


After that, they left and Ava and Michael dropped them off at the cinema.

"On Christmas, I like to go to the cinema with my family." said Hermione.

"Why didn't they come then?" asked Ron.

Hermione looked shyly at Ron, glad that her blush couldn't really be detected. "Well, I thought that this would be a nice solo date for us before we went to the Christmas party."

Ron chuckled, then panicked. "Merlin Hermione, I wish you would have told me. I don't have any muggle money. I could have converted what I had before we left the wizarding world."

Hermione shook her head. "This is a muggle date. It's on me. Next time we have a date it will be a wizard one and you can pay if you like, okay?"

Ron gave Hermione his grin that was only reserved for her. "Okay. Let's go. I've never been to a cinema before."

Hermione purchased the tickets and they got popcorn and soda, two things Ron had never had before. Two things that he vowed to track down and take back with him to Hogwarts. They sat down in the dark theater and waited for the previews to end.

The movie that they watched was called Titanic, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet. Ron found the movie absolutely fascinating. He laughed as Jack got over on the rich gits that were trying to put him down and felt slightly aroused as he watched Jack draw Rose. He found himself imagining that they were him and Hermione. He didn't cry when Jack died like Hermione did, but he did feel great sympathy for the man.


"I just don't understand it." said Ron as they walked out of the cinema, one hand holding Hermione's the other holding a refilled bag of popcorn.

"Don't understand what? How the cinema worked?" asked Hermione, ready to explain.

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm going to say." said Ron as the two of them sat on a bench to wait for Hermione's parents. "That headboard was wide enough. Why didn't Rose make room for Jack to lay on it?"

Hermione busted out laughing."They would have been too heavy, Ron."

"I don't think so. And even if that were true, why didn't they take turns? They could have switched every few minutes or so. Rose basically watched the poor man freeze. And she bloody took a nap while he was freezing to death! She's bloody mental!"

Hermione was beside herself with laughter. "You do have a point there, darling."

"I love you and all, but if we are ever in a situation like that, we are taking turns." said Ron, not noticing his slip of tongue.

Hermione however, did. She stopped laughing and stared wide eyed at her boyfriend. "You...you what?"

Ron, bewildered at first, went over his words quickly in his head. Sure enough, he had said it.

"Ummmmm...well...I'm sorry Hermione. I shouldn't have said something like that when you're not ready for-"

"I love you too." she said, putting a finger on his lips to quiet him.

Ron's eye lit up. "Really? You do? You're not just saying that?"

"You silly git, I've loved you since 4th year, maybe even before."

"I felt the same way...wicked." whispered Ron.

Hermione leaned in and kissed Ron, taking in the taste of the M&Ms and popcorn he had eaten. Ron dropped the popcorn in his hand and wrapped his arms around her, their kiss getting deeper, the world around them fading.

*BEEP BEEEEEP!* blared a car horn, snapping the pair out of their blissful universe. They looked over to see Ava holding a camera and Michael rolling his eyes.

"Muuuuuuummmmmmm!" groaned Hermione.

"Oh come on now, you will thank me later for the memory. Boe get in the car you lovebirds." said Ava, laughing at her daughter's embarrassment.

Ron couldn't help but laugh himself. "Come on, love." he said as he picked up the now half bag of popcorn. "We got a party to get ready for."