A/N: Day 6 of the 12 Days of Shipmas! This was a fun one to write. Enjoy!
Harry's stomach is roiling and he cannot figure out why. The room is also spinning a bit, which is unusual. He stares hard at the Christmas tree in the corner of the Burrow's sitting room. Yes, it is definitely dancing. A dancing Christmas tree! How magical.
He turns to tell Ginny, but finds that she is not beside him anymore. Harry blinks, blinks again, and looks around the room. There she is! Lounging on the sofa like she is sunbathing. Her bangs are flopped over her eyes, and Harry watches as she squints at him.
One lazy hand comes up to wave. "Alright, Potter," she drawls.
Grinning, Harry moves towards her. He trips over the ottoman and ends up on his hands and knees. He raises his head and finds himself looking straight at Ginny's chest. Gingerly shifting his weight, Harry raises a hand, reaching for her. "Hullo," he says.
He slides his hand along Ginny's rib cage, slowly moving up her torso, enjoying the feeling of her soft jumper and the way she shivers under his touch. Just as his hand is level with his gaze, Ginny grabs him. "Harry!" she hisses. "Not in front of the baby!" She wiggles her eyebrows and looks pointedly behind him.
Harry turns his head faster than is probably wise, and the room spins again. He has to let go of Ginny and put both hands on the floor to steady himself. When he can see straight again, he recognizes Victoire Weasley as she crawls towards him. Her parents are nowhere to be seen. In fact, the rest of the sitting room is remarkably empty.
Ginny," he says slowly. "Where is everyone?"
Ginny props herself up on her elbows and peers around. "I dunno," she says, rather confusedly. "How did I get on the sofa?"
Harry turns back to look at her. "And why is the room spinning?"
Ginny flops back onto the couch and groans. "And why...why am I dizzy?"
Harry shifts so he is sitting against the couch. Ginny's hand immediately goes to his hair, stroking gently. Harry extends one leg out towards Victoire, who reaches his ankle and attempts to pull off his sock. Harry makes no move to stop her.
"If I didn't know any better," says Harry, very seriously, "I'd say that someone spiked the eggnog."