Christmas at the Potters by Starlight623

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 26/12/2003
Last Updated: 26/12/2003
Status: Completed

Just a fluffy little short story. Not much to summarize, just a nice peaceful Christmas for
Harry, Hermione and their kids.




1. Merry Christmas
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Disclaimer: I am making no money from this since I am not a
Warner Brother, nor am I JK Rowling. *pout* I just wanted to write a cute little Christmas sotry
since I’m in a fluffy mood. Please enjoy!

“Mione, honestly. I think there's enough presents,”
Harry sighed as Hermione studied the tree carefully.

“Yeah, but--”

“No buts,” he interrupted. “Everything is fine.”

“It's our son's first Christmas. Don't you
remember how I handled Lily's first?” Hermione asked.

“Yes. You went just as overboard. Calm down. Besides,
they're going to get bombarded with presents from everyone else in the wizarding world anyway.
Being Harry and Hermione's kid has its advantages.”

“I know, I know. But--”

“Mione, no buts. Everything is perfect. Come to bed.
Please?” Harry said with “that look” in his eyes.

“Oh. Ok,” Hermione said with a bright smile.

That morning, Hermione and Harry were woken by a toddler
jumping onto the bed.

“Mummy! Daddy! It's Christmas!” Lily
shouted.

“Yes, honey. It is,” Harry said sleepily. “Merry
Christmas,” he added with a yawn.

“Merry Christmas!” Lily said excitedly.

“Pumpkin, why don't you go wait in the living room for
us. Then we’ll get your baby brother, ok?” Hermione asked.

“Ok, Mummy!”

And with that, little Lily ran off.

“What a way to wake up,” Harry sighed.

“She's just excited,” Hermione said.

“Really? What was your first clue?”

“Oh, come on! Don't you remember the first Christmas
you could enjoy?”

“Well, yeah.”

“And weren’t you excited?” Hermione asked.

“Of course I was. It was my first Christmas with you. I had
something to celebrate.”

Hermione sighed. Harry was such a hopeless
romantic.

“Well, she has something to celebrate, too. She's got
her parents and a new baby brother. Plus all those aunts and uncles that spoil her,” she
said.

“Ok, ok. I completely understand now. Let's get out
there before she tears open all the presents,” Harry said as he softly kissed his wife.

“Merry Christmas, Mione.”

“Merry Christmas, Harry.”

As they went into the living room, they saw that Lily was
sitting on the couch, anxiously looking at the presents beneath the tree.

“Ok, princess, I’ll go get your brother. Can you wait till
then to open your gifts?” Harry asked.

“Yes, Daddy,” the little girl replied.

Harry went into the nursery and picked up the already awake
James.

“Someone's ready for Christmas, huh?” he asked the baby
and got an adorable gurgle in response.

He carried James out to the living room and laughed as Lily
leapt from the couch and sat in front of her gifts.

“Ok, princess. Open them up,” Harry said.

Lily carefully opened each package to reveal a toy wand,
some new dresses, a magical baby doll, a stuffed Gryffindor lion and several new books that
Hermione and Harry would read to her before bed.

“Oh thank you, Mummy! Thank you, Daddy!” she
cried.

“You are very welcome, pumpkin,” Hermione replied. “Ok,
Harry. Your turn.”

Harry passed James to Hermione and sat by his pile of
presents and opened them much less carefully than Lily. From Lily he got several chocolate frogs
and from Hermione he got a new set of dress robes (bright emerald green like his eyes) and several
new hats. The gift that touched him most of all though was the tapestry she had made for the Potter
family tree. It dated back all the way back to Godric Gryffindor and included little Lily and
James.

“Mione! This is huge! It must have cost you a fortune!” he
exclaimed.

“Well, you know, it's lucky that I'm married to a
man with a fortune,” she laughed. “No, that's actually a gift from me and my
parents.”

Harry wiped away a small tear. “I love it. And I love you,”
he said as he leaned over to kiss her.

“Oooh, kissy, kissy,” Lily teased.

Hermione and Harry blushed.

“Um, ok, Mione. Open your gifts!” Harry said, taking the
baby from her.

Hermione sat down on the floor and opened her Bertie Botts
from Lily. She also received a new set of dress robes from Harry (deep purple “since you're
royalty to me”) and many books (including the now traditional yearly update of “Hogwarts: A
History”). Hermione gasped when she opened the last box from Harry. It was a beautiful gold ring
with 4 stones on it. Two rubies, a sapphire and an opal.

“It's a mother's ring,” he explained.

“I know. My mother has one,” she said with a slight sob in
her voice.

“I thought so. So, you know what each stone is
for?”

“Yes. The rubies are for you and James since your birthdays
are in July. The opal is for Lily since she was born in October and the sapphire is for my
September birthday, right?”

“You are the smartest witch I know,” Harry said. “So you
like it?”

“I love it,” Hermione replied, crying. “And I love you!”
she added, kissing him again.

“Enough with the kissing! It's Christmas! Let James
open his presents!” Lily said.

“Ok, pumpkin. You're right,” Hermione said, wiping her
eyes. “Do you want to give him the first one?”

“Yes!” Lily replied, handing her baby brother a
package.

The baby just stared at her.

“You know, Lily, maybe you and I should help him since
he's so tiny, huh?” Harry asked.

“Ok, Daddy.”

So, Harry and Lily helped open James presents which
included a new teddy bear that sang softly, some new onesies and a beautiful green baby
blanket.

Once all the excitement of presents died down, the family
ate breakfast and began to get ready to go to visiting. They were stopping by the Weasleys first to
see the army of redheads and then they were heading to Hermione's parents for
dinner.

After all of that, the presents were lugged home and the
children were put to bed, completely exhausted.

Harry and Hermione headed to their own bed and lay down,
snuggling together.

“Well, that was a day and a half,” Harry sighed.

“Yeah, it's good to be home,” Hermione
agreed.

Harry got quiet and Hermione knew he was sorry he
couldn't see his parents for the holidays.

“Harry, I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you, too, Mione.”

“Give me one more Christmas present?” she asked
seductively.

“Gladly,” he replied, as he kissed her deeply, making it a
merry Christmas indeed.



