TW: Explicit sexual content in the first half of the chapter
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On Christmas morning Greg woke up with the comforting heat of soft, silky skin pressed up against him, a tangle of limbs and sheets, mixed with a sweet flowery scent in his nostrils.
Stirring slightly, he let out a soft moan and pried his eyelids into a narrow squint, only to find a pair of big, honey gold eyes already staring back at him.
"Morning." Ginny's voice was still hoarse from sleep and her hair, despite still being exceptionally silky and shiny, looked more ruffled than usual. "How are you feeling?"
"Never felt better." He admitted, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close to his chest. "I just woke up to a gorgeous witch in my bed." before he placed a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss.
Ginny hummed appreciatively against his lips, eager to return his efforts as she slid warm fingers under his shirt and left his skin tingling in their wake.
"Weird thing is though…" Greg mumbled, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. "That I remember giving said witch a rather elaborate goodnight kiss last night, before watching her leave my room to go and sleep in her own bed two floors below mine. So I'm a bit unsure as to how she ended up here?" He took a moment to search her face, gently swiping a strand of hair out of her eyes and tucking it behind her ear. "You okay, princess?"
For a fraction of a second Ginny's eyes darkened, but then she swallowed and gave a little nod.
"Yeah I'm alright." she said, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his stomach. "I just didn't want to wake up by myself today."
Greg inhaled deeply through his nose, lips pursed as he nodded. He understood. He'd always known that Christmas would be a bittersweet affair for them this year. In the case of the Weasleys everything probably turned out better than they had expected, but it was still going to be a difficult day… for all of them.
"I'm sorry, Gin." He said, his heart aching for her as he pulled her flush against his chest and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.
"No, it's fine. I'm okay. I promise." Ginny retorted, always the brave Gryffindor. "Besides…" she added, twisting out of his embrace and flashing him a wide, mischievous smile. "I figured waking up next to a strapping young man such as yourself would have its merits."
She was deflecting. He knew she was. But he couldn't stop the way her fiery gaze instantly stirred something deep within his lower abdomen.
"Ginny…" He said warningly, but Ginny's grin only grew wider, before she pulled her lip between her teeth and let out an appreciative sigh as she, very obviously, let her eyes wander down his body and drank in every inch of bare skin she could find. Gods, she was good at this.
"What?" She asked innocently, letting the hand on his stomach travel teasingly low. "I just thought that together we might come up with something better to do than dwelling on things we can't change, don't you?"
"Oh, so you're just using me as a distraction?" He demanded, raising a playful eyebrow at her.
"Hmm…depends." The redhead purred, hooking her fingers into the waistband of his sleep shorts "Do you like being used?"
Oh fuck.
He had not expected her to say that. Nor had he expected his cock to react to her words like that.
Letting out a needy moan he watched with bated breath, as Ginny pushed herself up, straddled his legs and began to pull his shorts down; a hungry look in her eyes as she watched his already throbbing length spring free.
"I think I have my answer." she breathed, licking her lips as she gazed down at him, pupils blown to a point where her eyes looked almost entirely black.
Crossing her arms in front of her, she gathered the hem of her oversized t-shirt and pulled it off her body in one fluid motion, instantly stealing all the air from Greg's lungs as he realised that she was completely naked underneath. His cock already leaking at the tip, he whimpered pathetically, as his eyes raked over her exposed form, from the sharp angles of her collarbones across the gentle slope of her breasts and down the smooth plane of her belly, all the way to narrow hips and toned thighs and a place in between them that instantly made his mouth water.
"Merlin, you're gorgeous." he rasped, causing Ginny to smirk, before she pushed herself a little further down his legs and wrapped her long, calloused fingers around the base of his prick.
"You're not so bad yourself." She quipped, tugging lightly at his length and watching with abandon as a bead of precrum collected at the tip, leaning in until her lips hovered dangerously close above it. "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."
A sharp hiss escaped Greg's lungs, eyes rolling shut and head falling back against his pillow, as her tongue connected with his tip in a quick, circling swipe, before she parted her lips widely and pushed them gently over his head.
"Fuck." He groaned, fisting the sheets by his side, the urge to buck his hips and thrust hard into her mouth almost unbearable.
Ginny moaned as she slid her mouth further down his shaft, the vibration of it, combined with the hot glide of her wet tongue against his skin making him see stars. She didn't stop until her lips almost met her fingers, which were still wrapped around his base; taking much more of him than he would have thought possible. Unable to speak, he moaned his encouragement, as she pulled back slightly just to push back down again, moving excruciatingly slow, as she began to repeatedly bob her head up and down, quickly establishing a steady rhythm.
It took her mere seconds to push him towards the edge like that, the coil of pleasure in his lower abdomen already wound so tightly that it was threatening to snap any second. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more…wanted her.
"Gin." He huffed "Wait.. I need to…" his words trailed off into a low moan as she swiped her tongue across his tip once more. " Fuck! Please, stop."
Ginny complied, pulling her lips off his cock with an indecent sounding ' pop ' before staring up at him with big, searching eyes.
"Sorry." he rasped, trying to catch his breath. "It's just… I don't want to… I mean, I need to…" he broke off, heat creeping into his cheeks. Good Gods, why did he have to be so awkward? He should have just yanked her off him, pushed her into the sheets and shown her what he wanted, rather than making them both feel uncomfortable with his incoherent babbling.
"Come here." he said in a desperate attempt to regain the upper hand of the situation, patting the top of his thighs to indicate where exactly he wanted her. Ginny obliged, carefully scooting back up his legs until she was straddling him with one knee on each side of his hips, and Greg had to suppress a needy groan as he felt her arousal, slick and warm, coating his thighs.
"That was amazing." He praised, feeling the need to wipe the sudden lack of self-confidence off his witch's face. "Where did you learn how to do that?"
It worked. At his word's Ginny's expression instantly changed into something more relaxed, almost smug, before her lips broke into a little smile and she shrugged. "I don't think you'd want to know."
"Hmmm… probably not." Greg mused, hating himself for putting pictures of her with other men in his head. He really was terrible at this, wasn't he? "Either way…" He added, voice sounding a little strained. "I'm sorry I stopped you, but two more seconds of that and you'd have made me come."
"That was the plan." Ginny admitted.
"Not a bad plan." Greg confirmed, nodding approvingly. "Only then I wouldn't have been able to do anything else, would I?… and I'm not done with you yet."
"You're not?" Ginny asked, an adorable flush sweeping across her face.
"Nah!" Greg laughed. "Do you really think you can sneak into my bed looking like this and expect me to not want to fuck you?"
Ginny let out a breathy "Oh.", the blush on her cheeks deepening and extending down her neck and collarbone, as he put both his hands on her hips and pulled her a bit further up his body until she was resting directly above his still-hard length. He gave her hips a firm squeeze, before running his hands up across the dip of her waist and to her chest, where he kneaded her breasts with a tender eagerness.
The redhead moaned as he pinched a pert nipple between his fingers, grinding her hips in a way that dragged her slick core firmly across the sensitive underside of his shaft. He hissed, bucking his hips in response.
He could feel her shudder above him, a soft sigh falling from her parted lips as the tip of his cock nudged her clit.
"Charm." she ordered suddenly, nodding towards his wand on the bedside table, whilst pushing herself up on her knees, wrapping her hand around his shaft and positioning the tip at her entrance.
Greg scrambled to perform the contraceptive charm, nearly forgetting the incantation as he watched the witch sink slowly down on his cock, the sensation of her slick core stretching around him momentarily wiping all other thoughts from his brain.
"Greg!" Ginny moaned, stilling only when he was fully seated inside her. "Charm!"
"Sorry." He gulped, quickly finishing the task and throwing his wand carelessly back onto the nightstand, just so he could put his hands on the back of Ginny's thighs, watching as if in trance, as she rolled her hips in a deliciously slow and sensual grind.
It took her a few attempts to establish a rhythm and pace that worked for them both, her lip caught between her teeth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, until she shifted ever so slightly and let out a sharp gasp.
"Oh gods." She breathed, her fingers digging into Greg's chest, as she repeated the movement. The new angle must have hit her in just the right spot, because he could feel her clench around him, mouth parted and eyes rolling back with pleasure as she continued to ride him, slow and deep.
"Fucking hell!" He huffed, as his vision started to blur. If she kept this up for much longer he wouldn't be able to hold back. Letting out a low grunt, he moved his hands up to the curve of her arse and squeezed firmly, as he bucked his hips to meet her with a thrust, which in return drew the most delicious, needy mewl from Ginny's lips.
"Mmpf, so good." she whined, digging her fingernails into his skin. "I'm… I'm so…"
"That's it." He murmured, thrusting up into her once more. "Keep going, princess. Make yourself come on my cock."
It was all Ginny needed to shatter around him, her breath coming out in short, whiny puffs as her core fluttered and pulsed around him and inexorably pulling him with her over the edge. They both moaned loudly as they came together, an uncoordinated mess of stuttery thrusts and jittery grinds, until they both felt completely spent and Ginny collapsed on top of him, skin hot and damp with sweat as she pressed herself against his chest and blew out a long, shaky sigh.
Greg wrapped his arms around her, a renewed rush of affection for his witch coursing through him, and placed a kiss atop her fiery crown of hair. At that Ginny let out an appreciative hum and tilted her head so she could look at him, his own sentiments of love and devotion mirrored in her gaze.
"Well.." she sighed, a big, almost smug smile sweeping across her lips. "A very happy Christmas to us both."
Greg couldn't suppress the chuckle that bubbled up in his chest and quickly turned into a husky laugh. "Indeed." he agreed, pushing his fingers lovingly through Ginny's hair. "So this was my Christmas present from you, was it?" he asked, thinking that it was probably the best gift he'd ever received.
"Obviously." Ginny confirmed; a playful sparkle in her honey-gold eyes, as she carefully pushed herself off him and started searching for her t-shirt. "But don't worry, I got something to give you in front of my family too. …so no one will ask what I really gave you."
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Roughly an hour later Greg found himself sat amidst a sea of flaming-red heads, as the entire Weasley family gathered around the large Christmas tree in their living room, with the exception being Harry's unruly raven hair and Hermione's wild chestnut curls. He had already unwrapped an unholy amount of sweets, courtesy of the golden trio, a bunch of joke items from George's shop, a book on muggle motorcycles from Arthur and his first ever Weasley jumper. He could tell that Mrs Weasley had put a lot of thought and effort into making it for him, the dark forestry green matching his complexion beautifully and bringing out the green in his hazel eyes. It was a beautiful piece of clothing; smooth and soft, with a delicate snake embroidered on his left pectoral which made it look posh and elegant rather than frumpy and over the top, like so many jumpers he'd seen the other Weasley's wear. He smiled at the fact that the little snake was in a Gryffindor gold, rather than the usual cold Slytherin silver - a small, but very appreciated nod towards his reformed sentiments towards the Weasley's own Hogwarts house.
He was just about to pull the jumper over his head, when Ginny approached him, waving a neatly wrapped, rectangular present in her hand. "Told you I got you something." she said, pushing the gift into his hand with a tiny smirk.
Inside the parcel was a beautiful, leather-bound diary with his initials embossed in delicate silver writing on the front. Greg's mouth went dry, as he turned it in his hands, carefully inspecting its back, before opening it to find a little note inside:
"For my favourite baker,
This is a place for you to collect and organise all your recipes, because I'm tired of watching you scribble them onto used napkins and scrap bits of parchment just to then lose them a few minutes later. They're too good to be lost and deserve to be kept in a special place.
Love,
Ginny."
Greg snorted at the little jibe in the note, but couldn't bring himself to comment on the fact that Ginny was much more chaotic than him, because he was surprisingly touched by the beautiful gift, which was very thoughtful and must have cost Ginny more than she could afford.
"It's beautiful, Ginny. I love it." He said abashedly, his chest feeling unusually tight. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The redhead replied smugly, clearly very pleased with her choice of gift for him.
"Oh, it's lovely!" Hermione chimed in, stretching out her arms and miming grabby gestures with her hands to indicate that she wanted to have a closer look. Greg smiled and handed it to her, knowing that the studious witch had a weakness for all kinds of stationery and would appreciate a pretty diary, even if it was meant for recipes rather than planning out his revision schedule or making extensive to-do lists.
Turning back to Ginny, he felt a nervous flutter in his chest, as he realised the redhead was still watching him, a fond, and slightly curious expression on her face.
"Okay, I guess it's my turn now." he said, pushing down another wave of anxiety. He shot a nervous glance across the room at Mr Weasley, who winked at him encouragingly, before he got up and walked over to the tree, a smiling Mrs Weasley giving his arm a reassuring squeeze as he passed. He had told Ginny's parents what he intended to give her for Christmas after his talk with Arthur the day before, and while he would have given it to her regardless of whether her parents approved or not, it was still good to know that he had their support, especially since he didn't know how Ginny would react to the rather traditional gift herself.
He fished a small, velvety box from under the tree and went back over to Ginny, where he let himself sink onto the sofa next to her and took her fingers into his shaking hand.
"Traditionally…" Greg started, ignoring the nervous thrum in his heart as Ginny's eyes found his with a confused curiosity. "After being granted permission from her parents to court their daughter." he shot another quick glance over to Mr and Mrs Weasley, who were both beaming at him. "A wizard presents a witch with one of his family heirlooms to formally express his intentions."
He was momentarily distracted by a gasp that came from the sofa across the room where Hermione sat clutching a delicate silver necklace set with a sharp cut emerald in the shape of a teardrop around her neck - Draco's gift to her - and looking close to tears, before his gaze landed on Harry, whose piercing eyes were watching the exchange like a hawk, almost as if he was trying to take mental notes in case he needed this information in the future. Greg smirked. He had a feeling he knew exactly why the Chosen One was suddenly so interested in the old wizarding customs. Pansy might have changed her sentiments about many things over the past year, but she would certainly expect any of her suitors to at least be aware of her family's traditions, even if it was the saviour of the wizarding world himself.
"However…" Greg continued, when he finally directed his gaze back at Ginny. "Half of my family heirlooms are cursed and considering what my family is known for, I felt it appropriate to break tradition and get you something new." He handed Ginny his gift, which she accepted with shaking hands, a small gasp escaping her lips upon opening it.
The box held an intricately woven gold bracelet with several delicate ruby encrusted charms on it. He had debated whether to get her something more neutral looking at first, but then decided that he had never met anyone who was more of a Gryffindor than Ginny. She was so brave and courageous and kind and loyal to a T, and he'd wanted the bracelet to represent all that.
"Blimey." George huffed out, walking over to have a closer look at the piece of jewellery. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?" He asked, scrutinising Greg for a long moment, before his face split into a wide grin and he swung his arm around his shoulder. "I guess I'll have to get used to having you around then. Good on you, mate."
"Yeah, and he seems to know our Ginny quite well." Charlie added, eagerly tugging at Ginny's arm to pull the box closer to him and inspect the glittering charms. "Look…A tiny broom for your passion for Quidditch, a ruby rose for your beauty, a heart for your kindness and compassion, …he even got your Patronus right… a horse!" He gave Greg an approving nod. "But my personal favourite…" He continued, smirking cheekily. "- is the flame." Then he turned back to Greg. "So you already know she has quite the fiery personality and can be a bit hot-headed sometimes? Good! Because I can tell you now, you'll have your hands full with this one."
"Very funny." Ginny rolled her eyes and gave her brother a good-natured shove, before turning to Greg. "It's beautiful, but you really shouldn't have."
"Of course, I should have." Greg countered with an air of pureblooded pompousness, as he helped her fasten the bracelet around her wrist. "But…" he added once he'd finished the task and offered Ginny a warm smile. "Because I knew you'd find all this horribly outdated, I also got you these." He waved his wand to summon another, slightly larger box from under the Christmas tree and handed it to the stubborn witch.
Ginny laughed when she opened the gift, pulling out a new pair of quidditch gloves. "Now that's my kind of present!" she grinned.
Greg let out a soft chuckle. "Thought so." he muttered, but feeling pleased when Ginny's eyes wandered back to the bracelet around her wrist and her lips turned up into a little smile.
"Thank you." she whispered, looking like she was steeling herself to do something. "They're both lovely." and with that she leaned in and kissed him. Kissed him . Right in front of the whole family. It was sweet and chaste, of course - a perfectly acceptable gesture between two people who were officially dating - and yet it still had the power to knock all the air out of Greg's lungs.
They only pulled apart when George let out a low whistle, Greg's face burning with embarrassment as he lowered his gaze sheepishly, mostly to avoid eye contact with Ginny's mother, as she cleared her throat noisily.
"Alright," the Weasley matriarch declared, heaving herself out of her favourite wingback chair. "If you've all finished unwrapping our presents, I could use some help in the kitchen, while the rest of you help your father clean up this mess."
Noise broke out as everyone began to move, and Greg let himself be pushed into the kitchen by Ginny, where he helped set the table, clad in his new Weasley jumper and feeling unusually giddy. He didn't think he'd ever had a proper Christmas dinner with people he cared so much about before. His parents had always prided themselves in having the most exquisite meals and expensive wines for Christmas, and even when he'd stayed at Hogwarts he'd come to expect an excessive amount of presents from them every year; piled up so high at the foot of his four poster bed, that he never managed to move out from underneath his covers without at least sending a few of them flying to the floor, but they had always kept a cool distance to their son.
But this was different. It wasn't posh or overly extravagant, but instead warm and welcoming, and for the first time in his life Greg felt like he truly belonged. Ironic how he happened to find his true home with a bunch of blood traitor Gryffindors who, even a year ago, would have probably tried to curse him, had he found himself on the other end of their wands. But not anymore. Because things had changed, and through some inexplicable miracle the Weasley's had accepted him into their family; and as they all gathered around the large kitchen table and sat down to eat the feast that Molly had cooked for them, Greg couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to be a part of it.
Like everything Molly Weasley produced in the kitchen, Christmas dinner was delicious, with Greg's personal favourite being the buttery brussel sprouts at which Ginny wrinkled her nose in disgust, as she watched him pile a third helping onto his plate.
"You know, I'm not sure you'll be getting any more kisses from me today." she murmured, casting the spherical green vegetables a dubious look. "Not after eating those ."
"It's just a vegetable, Gin. They're good for you." George interjected from Greg's other side, impaling one of his own sprouts with his fork and waving it teasingly in front of his little sister's face. "Besides, if you're really serious about that Quidditch Career, you might want to incorporate more greens into your diet. A balanced diet can make all the difference, you know."
"I eat plenty of greens, thank you very much." Ginny countered, scooping a piece of broccoli from her plate and shoving it in her mouth as proof. "I just don't eat disgusting tiny baby cabbages that smell like old Mr Perkins's tent!"
"Fair." George snorted, before elbowing Greg and adding in a sonorous whisper "Might wanna switch to broccoli then." With an overly conspiratorial wink.
"George, can you stop encouraging people from snogging our little sister?" Ron groaned from beside Ginny, a disapproving grimace on his face. "She's only seventeen!"
"Oh don't start with that! I'm of age!" Ginny shot back, a dangerous gleam in her eyes, but George was quick to diffuse the situation.
"Yeah, Ronniekins." He said, a devious smirk on his lips. "As far as I'm aware sweet little Luna Lovegood is two months younger than Ginny here." He raised an inquiring eyebrow at him. "Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you go over to her house earlier today, to wish her and her dad a happy Christmas? And don't you think it would be hypocritical of you to tell Ginny not to kiss anyone, when we all know you're snogging her best friend?"
"Ugh.. thanks for the mental image." Ginny groaned, but looked rather pleased when Ron instantly snapped his mouth shut and turned a violent shade of red. Judging by his sheepish look, Greg could only guess that George's accusations about his little brother's visit to the Lovegoods earlier that morning had been correct.
"Maybe we should just not talk about snogging altogether?" Greg asked quietly, partially to save Ron from any further embarrassment, but also, because he couldn't help but feel a little guilty at the fact that kissing Ginny would be incredibly tame compared to what had really transpired in his bedroom this morning.
George opened his mouth, clearly unwilling to let the topic go, when Mr Weasley stood up from his seat at the head of the table and cleared his throat noisily, effectively shutting down any other conversations around him, as they all raised their heads to look at him.
"I'd like to say a few words, if you don't mind." He began, a wide smile on his face, as he let his gaze wander around the table. "Well, first and foremost: Thank you, Molly dear, for a fantastic meal. It was delicious, as always." he said, smiling down at his wife, who beamed back at him with big watery eyes. He gave the woman's shoulder a loving squeeze, before pushing himself up to full height and his expression grew unnaturally serious for his usually so friendly face. "I know that this past year has been difficult for all of us." He explained, a shadow flitting across his features. "We've all gone through a lot of hardship. We've experienced fear, pain,...and loss." The room had gone eerily quiet as everyone listened to Arthur's speech, and Greg could feel his own chest tighten as pictures of the war came floating back to him. "I know that we can all feel the looming emptiness that our loved ones have left behind, and that it sometimes feels like our lives will never be whole again." There was an obvious tremor in his voice now, but he pushed on, like the courageous Gryffindor he was. "But we've all fought very hard to be able to be here today." He continued, his voice growing a little firmer again. "And I want you all to know how incredibly proud I am of you. …I count myself a very lucky man to be surrounded by such a big and loving family today, and I am thrilled to know that I'll be around to watch it grow even bigger and stronger over the years." His eyes sparkled with emotion as he took his time to smile at each and everyone of them, before he reached down and picked up his glass. "So, if you don't mind, I'd like to make a toast." He said, lifting his glass up high and indicating them all to do the same. They all followed his lead, a strange mixture of goblets, juice glasses and mugs of hot cocoa being raised into the air.
"To family!" Arthur said proudly, when everyone had raised their cups. "To new friendships." he added, and Greg was sure the redhead's gaze drifted over to him for a second. "To ever growing love." he added happily, looking down at his wife, before he inhaled deeply and let his eyes settle on George with a warm smile "And to finding new traditions."
He beamed at all of them as he raised his goblet a little higher, his eyes filled with affection and looking suspiciously shiny as he finished with a fervent "Happy Christmas to you all! And thank you for being here."
"Happy Christmas!" They all echoed, smiling and clinking their glasses as they all drank to Arthur's speech.
It was at that moment, that Greg felt a warm hand finding his thigh and giving it a firm squeeze. He tilted his head to look over to Ginny, quickly wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he spotted the tears in her wide, amber eyes, the tip of her nose unusually pink.
"You okay?" He muttered, a wave of concern sweeping through him.
"Yeah." she breathed, forcing her lips into a tight smile. "Just emotional." She let herself sink a little deeper into his embrace, her hand still clutching his thigh as if it were a lifeline, but her face softened and her smile became more genuine when she added. "I'm really glad you're here, though."
"Yeah," Greg replied happily. "Me too." and before he could think about who might see, or what the consequences might be, he leaned down and placed a featherlight kiss on her lips.
"Happy Christmas, princess." he muttered, causing Ginny's face to light up enough for her smile to finally reach her eyes.
"Yeah." she sniffled, finding his hand and giving it a grateful squeeze. "Happy Christmas, Greg."
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We made it to Christmas day! YAY! (only took me two months longer than it should have!) But yeah, this (finally) concludes this silly little Christmas fic of mine, except I really couldn't help myself and wrote an epilogue that checks in with our characters a year later. just to see what they've all been up to and how everyone is, but then that will be it! I promise! Either way I really hope you all enjoyed this story. I had so much fun writing it and I really appreciate everyone who's been along for the ride! You're amazing and I love you!
Karrie