AN: I now have an AO3. It's the same name as this account, floralhxrry.

Chapter 3: Christmas in March

"I really can't stay…" Harry sang, dancing around his bright kitchen in nothing but boxers, socks, and an old muggle band T-shirt.

He rushed over to the bathroom door, flinging it open to grab his girlfriend, Pansy's, hands. "But baby it's cold outside, come on dance with me!" Harry dragged her into the living room, sliding along the hardwood floor while she groaned for him to let go.

"Harry, it's literally twenty degrees out in the middle of March. Stop. You know I hate Christmas music." Pansy rolled her eyes as she pulled the black pajama pants she wore up and plopped down on the couch. Harry, quickly ran over and picked her up bridal-style while the radio changed songs.

"Put. Me. Down!" Her voice was calm at first, almost deadly, and slowly grew to a shriek. Harry immediately tossed her onto the couch. He did a little twirl and began his serenade.

"But I still have one wish to make, a special one for you…" Harry quickly placed a glittery, crimson bow on top of her head as he leaped next to Pansy, helping her up into a sitting position while he softly sang in her ear.

He knew it was the perfect moment. He pulled the velvet box out of his pocket and held it in from of her face. Harry grinned, and said, "So? What do you think?"

Pansy gaped at him, her annoyed expression had shifted to me of shock. "I think… I think you need better pick-up lines."

"What?" Harry felt his heart fall towards his stomach.

"I think you're an annoying, self-absorbed prick. I think you're the most extra person I've ever met. I also think you should stop pretending I'm your Christmas present because it's fucking March. But… I think I'm okay with that." She leaned forward and snatched the gleaming silver ring from the box, acting as if she only cared about the massive set of diamonds she would wear every day.

"You said to stop calling you my Christmas present because it's March. Does that mean I can call you that in December?" Harry smiled cheekily, showing off the lines near his eyes. He was thrilled she said yes, but knew where this would go if he played along.

She slowly raised her head, looking him in the eye. "No, stop objectifying me. It's misogynistic." Pansy stated, climbing into his lap with a sarcastic gleam in her eyes.

Harry wrapped one arm around her waist, letting the other play with her short, black hair. "Pansy, it's hard to believe you don't like being called that if you wink at me." She turned around to straddle his thighs, giving him a glare and quick a kiss on the cheek.

"What if I don't want you to know?" She fiddled with the tag on his shirt. "It's fun to keep you guessing."

He pulled her closer to his chest, not bothering to give a playful respond, and smelled the rose shampoo she used. "I love you."

Pansy let him lean in and kiss her. Noticing the stubble on his face, she made a silent reminder to get Harry to shave after the morning was up.