So, I promised today's chapter would rock your world! Nonetheless I'm hoping this chapter will be one of your favorites. So… Here goes nothin'… I mean a great chapter! Enjoy… I'm such a Christmas junkie! I'm so freakin' excited for Christmas this year! I'm ready to decorate my tree already! :D

Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year

It was December 22nd. The Weasley family was decorating the Burrow for the annual Christmas Eve celebration. The kids were all fast asleep in their nests among the floors of each of their parents' former childhood bedrooms. The adults were drinking Butterbeer and Molly's famous Eggnog while they decorated the tree. Ginny, being fully pregnant, opted for Yuletide Tea. Arthur had found his way into getting a muggle Music Player, and Hermione brought all her Christmas music so that they could all listen as they decorated.

They were having the best time. George had joked and put several bows and ribbons into Hermione's hair, despite being given the stink-eye by Ron. The more they drank and laughed, the greater the mood was.

"One more bow in m hair and you're getting eggnog down your pants!" Hermione warned George.

"Don't tempt me, now. I'm ready to wrap you in tinsel and lock you in the closet." George joked.

"Now that wouldn't be fair at all!" She cried.

Ron had been helping Percy undo the knots from the strings of many lights. It was a task he and Percy had been doing since they could remember. It was like a tradition to them. They always undid knots, Ginny and Molly were in charge of ornaments, and the twins would hang tinsel and tie bows onto random branches. Arthur and Charlie (when he was home) were usually tired from hunting for and wrangling the tree, would sit in and watch the scenarios take their places before him.

Ron fiddled with a difficult knot and bit his lip as he listened to Percy babble.

"So, you and Hermione ever think of having any children? You have that spacious cottage in Ottery St. Catchpole, I'd guess you might be eager to add more."

Ron, being suddenly interested, looked up. "Oi, we only married nearly four months ago." He retorted.

"I was only saying. I mean as in any future Weasleys. Not at the moment." Percy laughed at his younger brother's obliviousness.

"Oh, right. Well, we haven't had a fully conversation about it, it's definitely something we plan on in the near, or distant future. I suppose it'll happen sometime, yes." Ron gestured.

He looked at Hermione. Her giddy laugh, sweet grin. The way she carried herself, it was almost as if she was in slow motion. He loved the way she acted around Victiore and Teddy. She was so gentle and patient. He especially loved watching her hold her newly-born nieces and nephews. He always knew she'd make for an exceptional mother, he just never thought he'd lucky enough to share a child with her. She was almost too perfect.

"Ronald? Are you going to come to bed soon? It's nearly dawn." Hermione whispered from the stairs.

"I'm not very tired. I'll be up later." He replied, bending over and grasping his chin in thought.

"Is something bothering you, Dear?" Hermione finished her way down the steps, and curled up next to him.

"No, not really." He said.

"Then what's the matter? Why are you so focused, so… unreadable?" She leaned her face closer to his, so that she could feel is breaths on her face.

"Nothing's the matter, it's just…"

"It's just what? Ron, you're worrying m-"

"Do you want children, 'mione?" He interrupted her.

Hermione was shocked. "Why, yes. I suppose so. I do." She slightly smiled.

Ron looked at her. Time went by.

"How many?"

"I suppose how ever many I'm meant to conceive."

Ron sat up and looked at her.

"What would you name them, our children?" He asked.

She shifted so that her right hand was supporting her skull.

"Well, if we had a little baby girl, I'd name her after a flower. What do you think?" She watched for his reaction.

"Flower names do sound quite lovely…" He smiled.

They giggled for a moment.

"I wouldn't name her Daisy, because it's too cartoon-like. And Lily is completely out of the question for obvious reasons. So… Rose?"

"Oh, I like Rose." He pulled her into his lap.

Sighing, she rested her head on his chest as she got comfy.

"And for a boy?" He asked.

"Hugo."

"Hugo? Why Hugo?"

"The first time I saw you at King's Cross, you looked like a Hugo. All the way through third year, your name was Hugo. In my mind, of course." She explained.

"Interesting. I do like Hugo a lot. It's a lot better than what I'd had in mind."

"And what was that?" She looked up at him.

"I'd never expected to actually marry you… or anyone for that matter. So, I always thought I'd never have a son. I always thought I'd end up driving the Knight Bus or something for bloody gits. So, I never really thought that hard about it." He told her.

"And I suppose I'm to thank for all the endless tutoring? If it weren't for me, you very well might have ended up driving the Knight Bus." She joked.

"Shut up, 'mione." He dug his face into her neck to the point where it tickled so much that she let out a shrilly yelp. They only giggled quietly the rest of the night.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked this one! I'd been eager to write all day, so I pray this was worth it. Thank you to all my new (and old) reviewers! And to all my endless Story Alerts and Favorite Story users! Much love! xx