All I Want for Christmas

A/N: This is my first attempt to write fan fiction of any sort. Plus, I don't have the knowledge that most of you do about Harry Potter, as I've only read fan fiction and seen the movies. I've tried to be as true to the series as I can considering my knowledge, but the story may be slightly AU. Please be constructively critical of my work. Thanks in advance for your kindness. Maybe I'll write more of these in the future if this one goes well.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story. All characters belong to J. K. Rowling.

All I Want for Christmas

Chapter 1: Arriving at the Grangers

It's strange to be somewhere other than Hogwarts for Christmas, Harry thought to himself as he followed Hermione and her folks up the walk to the Granger residence for the Christmas holidays. I've spent the last six Christmas' at Hogwarts. This is going to be quite different than what I'm used to.

Harry looked to his right and saw the excited anticipation radiating from Hermione's eyes as she followed her folks up their walk. The bright smile on her face could light up the Christmas tree in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. She was cheerfully humming what Harry recognized to be a Christmas carol, but he couldn't remember the words to it.

“So Harry,” Mrs. Granger's voice broke through his thoughts, “Has Hermione been staying out of trouble?”

“Mum!” exclaimed a shocked Hermione, as a stunned look suddenly replaced the smile that Harry had been silently admiring but a moment ago.

Mrs. Granger chuckled, “I just thought I'd ask, dear. I trust that you've been behaving yourself.”

Harry turned to Hermione with an impish grin on his face, “Oh yes, Mrs. Granger,” Harry replied in a light tone, “Hermione's been behaving quite nicely. Her biggest challenge has been keeping Ron and I from getting ourselves killed.” Harry winked at Hermione with a knowing smirk while clearly recalling their most recent adventure, for which she smacked his arm.

“I hope you two aren't going to act like you're 12 the whole time you're here,” Mr. Granger said just forcefully enough to make Harry and Hermione realize that it was time to stop for the moment.

Hermione leaned over and whispered to Harry excitedly, “I'm sure you're going to love it here. Mum and Dad have been raving excitedly about your arrival for weeks now.”

“Hermione,” Mr. Granger said as he opened the front door, “Why don't you show Harry to his room, and then I think your Mum has some eggnog and cookies waiting for you in the living room.” He added a wink that earned him a smack from Mrs. Granger just like the one Hermione had given Harry just moments before.

“Those were supposed to be a surprise until after they had put their stuff in their rooms!” Mrs. Granger playfully scolded him.

“Let's go upstairs, Harry,” Hermione said to him as he turned to face her with a silly grin on his face. “You're sleeping in the guest room, which is right next to my bedroom.”

Harry followed Hermione up the stairs. Hermione is so incredibly lucky, Harry thought to himself, she has a family that loves her. I have no memories of a loving family. I just remember those torturous years at the Dursleys.

Harry suddenly walked straight into Hermione, causing her to fall to the ground. “Didn't you hear my question?” she quizzed him as Harry helped her back to her feet.

“I'm sorry I was lost in thought for a moment.”

“I asked you how you think Luna's going to do at her first big Weasley family gathering.”

Harry chuckled, “She'll probably have them rolling around the floor in stitches in no time. I'm sure they love her. Just like they love you.”

“Well, here's your room,” Hermione informed him as she smiled at his last comment. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, and went right over to the full-sized bed and sat down. “Penny for your thoughts?” she offered, patting the space next to her on the bed.

Harry set down his stuff and sat down next to her. Harry stared at his feet, uncertain how to explain what was on his mind. “Well...” Harry started softly after hesitating for a minute, “I was just thinking about how lucky you are. That you…” Harry suddenly went silent.

“…have a family that loves me,” Hermione finished for him quietly. Harry merely nodded sadly while staring at the floor in front of him. “You have a family too, Harry,” Hermione told him, placing a hand tenderly on his cheek. Harry gave her a puzzled look. “Ron and I are your family,” she pointed out to him. “We both love you just like we love our own families. So that sort of makes you the part of two families.”

Harry offered a slight smile at that. “I suppose,” Harry conceded, “or you could say that I have three families since you're the mum of Ron and me.”

“Who said I am the mum of the two of you?” Hermione countered. “Maybe I'm the big sister. Or maybe you two are dad and son. Come on, Mum has eggnog and cookies downstairs for us.” She got up and strode purposefully over to the door, and turned back to face him with a smile on her face.

Harry looked up at Hermione with his penetrating gaze, trying to make sense of what she had just said. He slowly stood up and followed her out of his bedroom for the holidays, and downstairs for eggnog and cookies.

“Maybe you two are dad and son.” Harry pondered. What the bugger did she mean by that? If she's the mum, does that mean she fancies one of us? If so, which one of us?

A/N: Yes, this was a fairly short chapter, but it's really setting the stage for what's coming. I do have a couple more chapters written, but I'm going to wait for some reviews to see if I want to change or add anything to the chapters I have written already.