Christmas at the Potters

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.