A/N: Nope, I probably won't catch up today, but I expect to stay 1/2 chapters behind, no more.
This chapter is brought to you by my absolute love of Christmas.
Chapter 19
He realised the child had seen him and he couldn't let him get away, not without an explanation, otherwise after the Christmas break all of James' school would know he had seen Santa kissing his mommy. Behind him, Hermione stifled her laughter, whispering to him "You're on your own, champ." Yes, it had been his idea to have a quick snog while in costume, but weren't they supposed to be a team?
"Hey James," he said, disguising his voice as he neared the open-mouthed boy, "have you been a good boy this year?"
"You know my name?" The look on his face was a mix between suspiciousness and utter amazement, and Harry inwardly marveled at the perspicacy of his son. "Are you a bad guy? Are you following me and my family?"
"No, I'm not a bad guy." He was sweating profusely, both from the fake belly and this tiny inquisition. "I'm not a bad guy, and I know your name so I can know if you've been good all year."
"Hmm." His son was not buying it, and he cursed himself for teaching him how a suspicious person behaves. "Then why were you kissing my mommy?"
"Well, erm, you see..."
"´Cause you can't know who's good if you aren't good yourself. And those kisses you gave mommy are just like daddy's, when he says he wants to do bad things to her, mister Santa!"
A giggle-snort was heard from the stairwell. Partners, yeah right. But Santa Harry would make her pay for being naughty later. Right after he got James to bed...