Chapter 45

"Happy Christmas, you two." Molly gave Ron and Hermione each a hug as they emerged from the fireplace on Christmas morning. Every Christmas she became a little brighter and cheerful, even more so this time considering all of her children had promised to come home — even Charlie — and two grandchildren to dote on.

Bill and Fleur had had their second child — another girl — Dominique a few months back, which had thrilled Molly and Arthur.

Where Victoire was fair with her mother's hair and complexion, Dominique was every inch a Weasley from her red hair to her freckles and what Bill described as a feisty personality. Ron had only seen her a handful of times, and of those times, Victoire had expressed jealousy at anyone showing interest in her younger sister. She was of the age where accidental magic could start showing, and Victoire had not held back on that front.

A few exploded windows and an unhinged door had prevented Ron and Hermione from visiting Shell Cottage for some months.

But now she happily ran into the living room behind Teddy Lupin, both carrying a bunch of stuffed toys in their arms, presumably Christmas presents, chatting away in their kiddie speech.

"Gamma," Victoire said to Molly. "You play?"

"In a moment, dear," Molly said, stepping away from Ron. "I have some things to do to get ready for Christmas before I can."

"How about you ask Uncle Charlie again?" George, who was sitting with Harry and Ginny in the living room, said. "He loved it last time."

That, Ron surmised, was a total lie. Ron hadn't seen his brother in a while, but by the look on Charlie's face, he had no desire to play with Victoire and Teddy. Especially with stuffed toys.

"It's a shame there's no dragons to play with, huh?" Ron said, stepping around his mother to embrace Charlie.

"Yeah, but there's a few stuffed ones in that extensive collection," Charlie said. "Courtesy of me." He grinned. "Long time no see."

"Yeah," Ron said. "You need to drop by more often."

"I hear you have a nice place now," Charlie said, looking between Ron and Hermione, who was still by the fireplace. "In Nottingham?"

"We also have a spare room."

"I'll consider that," Charlie said, clapping Ron on the shoulder. Underneath his shirt Ron caught a glimpse of a tail flicking up his arm and smiled, wondering if Molly had ever discovered the large dragon tattoo Charlie had across his body. When Molly wasn't around, it usually stretched down the length of both arms and across his chest. But with his mother present, he kept it hidden underneath his clothes.

No one had ever bothered mentioning it to her, though Ron was sure even Victoire knew about it by now.

"We're just waiting on Percy and Audrey, and then we can start with opening some presents," Molly said, smiling at them all.

"Yay!" Victoire said, dumping her toys on the floor in front of her. She hurried over to the Christmas tree where all the presents were laid out and kneeled on the ground to stare at them.

Her restraint was admirable, Ron thought. He couldn't really remember being two and a half, but he was sure he would have been far more curious about what was inside the paper.

Not that there had ever been that many presents under the tree before. As the family grew, so did the number of gifts.

Molly beamed at Victoire on the floor, as if watching her granddaughter's excitement over Christmas was the best gift she could ever receive.

And to her, it probably was.

"You do know they're not all for you, don't you, Vic?" George said.

Victoire ignored him, her eyes wide and watching as if she expected them to move.

"Hardly any, actually," Bill said. "Considering she insisted on opening ours and Charlie's before the rest of you got yourselves out of bed."

Everyone smiled, and for a moment, they watched her, perhaps all reminiscing about their own Christmases when they were children.

It was nice to think that Teddy, Victoire, Dominique, and the other kids who'd be born in this generation would have the chance to enjoy times like this in a completely innocent way.

Percy and Audrey arrived a little while later, emerging from the fireplace, covered in soot. Audrey appeared totally bewildered by the experience, saying something about how she could do that one hundred times and still not be used to it.

Percy cleaned her up with his wand, apologising for being late, but adding how much of an effort getting the Ministry to permit Muggles to travel via wizarding transportation methods had been.

Despite the progression the wizarding world had been making over the years, Muggle relations were still a topic with a lot of room to work with. There had been a large number of magical folk marrying Muggles over the last few years, which had sparked an inquiry into how much they should know, and if husbands or wives or girlfriends and boyfriends were to be introduced into magical society, how were they supposed to go about that?

Most people were in agreement that Muggles who married into wizarding families should be granted privileges by the Ministry to Floo travel and Side-along Apparition, but there was a whole issue regarding the Statute of Secrecy and the legalities surrounding that.

Ron heard about it at work due to working in the Magical Law Department, but none of that was his expertise, nor was it Harry's or Hermione's. Last he had heard, the laws were still against the idea, hence why Hermione's parents couldn't be Apparated to the middle of nowhere for a wedding, but perhaps because Percy worked in the Transportation department he had been given additional privileges for Christmas.

"Don't you control the Magical Transportation area?" Bill asked.

"Yes, but that is a matter for Magical Law and there's some incredibly stubborn people over there." Percy looked to Harry and Ron, as if it were their fault that Audrey couldn't travel to the Burrow at will.

"We're Aurors, Perce. Nothing to do with us."

"Not to matter, you're here now," Molly said.

"Pwesents?" Victoire asked suddenly.

"Just after your mother comes down from putting your sister to sleep, dear," Molly said.

Victoire pouted.

"You've already opened four this morning," Bill said, amused. "How many more do you think there are?"

"All!" Victoire said.

"They're not all for you," Bill replied.

Victoire pouted again. "Pwesents for me?"

"Some, maybe," Bill said. "But not all."

Ron knew of at least one for Victoire. Hermione had bought it, explaining that Christmas was a magical time for children and that she thought Victoire would like what she had bought. She'd also bought a gift for Dominique, who was only three months old and would be asleep anyway, and Teddy, too, who seemed less interested in presents and more interested in climbing into Harry's lap. Ron smiled. He was glad Andromeda had decided to come celebrate with them this year.

Though, Ron was a bit worried about the growing bunch of Weasleys when it came to Christmases.

When Hermione had insisted on buying Victoire her present, he'd even expressed some of that fear. "So, if Percy and Audrey have kids, and Harry and Ginny, George, Charlie… if we have kids, you're planning on buying for all of them?" Ron had asked her. "I mean, I'm one of seven. What if everyone has seven kids?"

"We are not having seven children," was all she had said on that matter.

So Ron had supposed that the answer was yes; she would buy for all of them.

Soon Fleur returned, and Victoire insisted that she and Teddy start handing out the presents, and with help from Bill, the pair spent their time distributing gifts to everyone. Bill had to point to Charlie a number of times for Victoire, since she wasn't as familiar with him and kept forgetting, but she seemed to know who everyone else was and trotted over, handing them presents. Teddy took the charge on Harry's and Ginny's, as well as his grandmother's once she'd finished up in the kitchen and joined everyone.

It was an extremely slow process, but still a fun one now that the kids were old enough to be aware of what was happening. Victoire was excited, but the moment she received presents for herself, Bill was forced to distribute the rest, which went much faster because he had a wand.

With their wedding in a few months and most of their money going towards that, Ron and Hermione had agreed to not do much for Christmas with each other this year. But still, Ron had gotten her some new books about the history of goblin and elf rights he'd seen her eyeing, and she'd given him a season pass to all Chudley Cannons games for the next season.

It wasn't much different from last Christmas, but both of them were pleased.

"You mean, you want to travel around the country attending the games with me?" he asked, grinning at her.

"Well… no… I thought you could go with Harry. Or George. Or Charlie, if he can. But I can if you want me to."

"Of course I'd want you to come, but I know you'd hate that, so I'll ask Harry?"

She smiled. "I'll come to the one Ginny is playing?"

"That's the first game," Ginny said, coming over to them as the mere mention of it invited her into any conversation. "Just got the schedule before Christmas. You'll be there?"

"Yes," Ron and Hermione said together.

"Oh, great! I'll see if I can get you guys some good seats. I think it's being played in Holyhead…"

"We'll be there," Hermione said.

Ginny beamed. "It'll be great if you guys can come. Charlie has even promised to get to a few this year. Bill said he might take Victoire to one or two."

"Lunch will be ready soon," Molly said, coming from the kitchen.

"I hungwy," Victoire said, dropping her toys and running from the living room.

Everyone else slowly climbed to their feet and came into the kitchen.

Upon seeing the set table and the number of chairs surrounding it, a sense of peace washed over Ron. He loved Christmas. Even though he got to see his family throughout the year — weekly, really — there was something really special about this time of the year. He remembered Christmas as a child and how fun it had been, but it now seemed even better. Each year, the table grew. More chairs were added as more people came into their lives. Soon there'd be no room in the kitchen to eat at all and they'd be forced into the garden in the middle of winter.

For now, it was just Victoire and Teddy, but next year would it be Dominique? Or would Percy and Audrey have a baby? Would George meet someone he'd like to bring? Or Charlie?

Next year he would have spent almost a whole year married to Hermione, Victoire would be even older and Dominique would probably be walking around, too.

He was used to large numbers in his family, and it seemed only fitting that it would just keep growing over the years. It made each Christmas more enjoyable than the last.

Ron had never realised how much he enjoyed his large family. As a child, it had irritated him. He was the second youngest, constantly overshadowed and rarely had something that belonged to just him. But now, as an adult who was making his own way in life, he'd come to appreciate it more.

He appreciated his parents who had done their best, and each and every one of his siblings for who they were. Bill for always taking him seriously when he felt no one else did, Charlie for being the laid back brother who could cheer him up, and even Percy, who'd gotten so much better over the years. He was so close to George and Ginny now, seeing them on a weekly basis, which had never been the case a few years ago.

And Fred… well Fred would always be his brother and he'd always miss him. For as long as he lived.

But this new appreciation for the family he already had had him thinking more and more about what the future held for him. And Hermione.

They'd started their own lives together, in which he was so incredibly happy, and he naturally thought about their family. It didn't exist yet, but he wanted it, and in the recent months he'd found himself wanting it more.

He wanted to have children with her — he wanted what Bill had — and he felt that soon would be the right time.

He was young still — they both were — but he didn't really feel that young. He felt so much older and much more mature than people who hadn't fought in a war at eighteen. He felt as if he'd lived a lifetime already and that he was ready for the next step.

But this was also something — for the first time ever — that he was too afraid to talk to Hermione about. They were on the same page about many things, but he felt that this would be something they weren't. She said she saw children in their future, but he knew her idea of the future was still a few years away. She was so focused on her career at the moment that he didn't want to ruin it for her.

She'd say it wasn't the right time, they weren't ready, and truthfully, he knew she was right. It just didn't stop him from feeling the way he did.

"Hungwy!" Victoire said, drawing Ron back to the table. "I hungwy."

"You're always 'ungry," Fleur said with a smile directed towards her daughter, but she passed Victoire a plate of food. Victoire began eating straight away.

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked, nudging Ron with her arm. "It's not like you to be so quiet here."

"I'm fine," Ron said, nodding. "Just… thinking."

"About?"

"Lots of things. Mostly about you."

She smiled, and from across the table he saw Ginny roll her eyes at Harry, who just laughed to himself.

Ron didn't care. He was happy, he was content, and he didn't care if that pissed off the Minister for Magic himself.

It made him feel good.

…

A week later, they were at The Leaky Cauldron with a ton of students from their year. Harry, Ginny, Neville, Hannah, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, Padma and a few others Padma had invited were all celebrating the end of the year. Hannah had invited them, choosing the place she and her Healing crew had been celebrating at for the last few years.

Ron usually didn't care too much for New Year's celebrations, but he felt this one would be worth it.

"You know," Hermione said as the large clock Tom had put in for the occasion read one minute to the new year, "in one minute it'll be the year we're getting married."

Ron smiled at her as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He drew her towards him. "The best year yet. I can feel it."

"And another year further away from the past, and a step closer to the future."

He kissed her.

"Aren't you supposed to wait for the new year to do that?" she asked.

"Last one of this year, then I'll kiss you again in thirty seconds as the first kiss of the new year."

"You're so sweet."

"And this will be the last time I tell you I love you for this year, too."

Hermione drew him into a deep kiss. He could vaguely hear the others beginning to count down, but he really didn't care for New Year's celebrations.

When she pulled away, her lips tasting of a few too many Butterbeers, she smiled up at him and said, "Happy year of becoming my husband."

"I love you," Ron said and he kissed her again. Their first kiss of what he knew would be the best year of his life.

This was a bit of a break chapter leading into their wedding and wedding prep! I hope you enjoyed! I know not much happened.