Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

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"Merry Christmas."

She rolled under the chunky blankets as her husband lovingly kissed her forehead, his warm hands belted around her waist.

Christmas, so far, had always been their favorite holiday. A day when Harry didn't have to rush to his Auror duties, a day when she didn't have to hasten to the Ministry.

"Come on, wake up," he cooed silently in her ears, deliberately moving down and nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck.

Smiling, she tilted her head, giving him more room to continue. His hair still smelled of vanilla and cranberry, soothing the cold atmosphere around and setting up a much homey feel she needed.

"What are you so excited about?"

"It's Christmas, Y/n! Definitely, something to be excited about."

"Still a holiday for me."

Kissing him on top of his head, she finally made her mind to get up and rubbing her eyes accompanied by a short yawn; until she realized Harry was gone.

Potter indeed was impatient.

With the war three years in the past, she contended that Harry had changed- changed for good. He was no longer suffering from nightmares, and the ones he encountered were thankfully meager.

She had always been with him at that time. The Weasleys were, of course, their biggest support system. And knowing that Teddy would not have woken up at eight of the cold morning, she diverted a glance out of the window.

Grimmauld Place was the perfect, cozy place for their little family.

There were little rustlings downstairs, and judging by the way Harry had literally jumped out of the room, she decided to skip down the stairs, her sock-clad feet unable to forge a nice melody.

To her surprise, he wasn't tearing the rainbow wrappers of the gifts (little did she know he already had seen them). He was nowhere to be seen, but Kreacher stood at the kitchen door, a skeptical look adorned between his poking nose and oblong lips.

"Where's Harry?"

"Master asked Kreacher to empty up the kitchen."

She absentmindedly patted on his bald, rough head, "Call him Harry. And Merry Christmas."

Leaning on the frame of the kitchen door, she watched him silently as he dipped his head low and chopped something, the curls of his hair bobbing up and down at the subtle movements he made in response to the soft tunes playing on far away.

She couldn't could but stuff her face into her hands; she felt blessed. Having him as a partner was the best thing that ever happened in her life.

Silently, stepped inside, careful enough to not break his reverie. A sly smile stretched across her face as she thrust her now cold hand into his scarf and further into his warm neck, earning a yelp from him.

"Blimey, Y/n!" He gripped her by the waist as she roared with laughter. "Always an arse in winters, aren't you?"

"Yes," she tugged half of his long, maroon scarf into her bare neck and littered his nose with a small kiss. "What are you cooking? Should I help?"

"I love you from the bottom of my heart, darling," he shook his head while hugging her from behind, his chin resting on their shared, fluffy scarf, "but I don't trust you cooking. Stay out of my kitchen."

She smote him playfully on his arm as he continued murmuring sweet things into her neck.

"Gee, fine. You can cook. I'm opening the presents."

"What? No! We can-can open it together!"

She eyed him disdainfully as he asked her to get something out of the cupboard. She pulled away from his warm embrace, just to crash back into his chest as he pulled the scarf.

"Can't stay away, huh, Potter?"

"Maybe, you should just stop flattering yourself, Mr. Potter. Now let me go and fetch my wand. My hands can never reach the horizon of your cupboard."

Placing his cheek against her hair, he chuckled. "Too short, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" She whirled in his grip. "I'm not short. I'm just totally adorable."

"Adorable, you say?" His hands raced up her back as she fake glared at him, acting to be offended. "Adorable, indeed," he hummed into her ear, sending a series of vibrations down her touch-starved spine.

"The- the peas- they are boiling," she stuttered as his nose rubbed the periphery of her neck.

"Let them. I've got a better thing to attend to."

Her laugh turned into a shriek as the counter came in contact with her legs.

"What was that for, Harry?"

"Just thought about stealing a Christmas kiss."

She wrapped her legs around his torso and wriggled her brows at the raven-haired man. "Go on. What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing. I was just wondering why you happen to steal my work shirts."

"Why did you steal my shampoo?"

"It smells like you," he shrugged as his palms fisted into her (or perhaps his) shirt.

"There you are." Ruffling his hair, she gently pecked his lips. "You got your answer."

After five minutes of fruitless (and later fruitful) pestering, he finally did take the peas off the stove, and then they found themselves on the living room couch, giving each other lots of innocent (and not so innocent) touches, Harry often finding his way from her lips down to her neck as they cuddled together in the warm cushion.

"Can I open the presents," she mumbled as she laid on top of him, "or never mind. Let Teddy wake up. We can open together."

"Go on. You can open it. Teddy and I decided to provide you an early surprise."

"And when did this happen?"

"Last night. You returned pretty late from work, so we had fun. After all, he calls me the best," he joked giddily.

"She unconsciously bit her lower lip at his words. "What do you think, Harry? Would dad and Tonks be proud of us?"

"They would be," he effortlessly slid his palm into hers as she nodded hesitantly. "Now open the presents while looking at me."

His ideas were insane...but fun, nevertheless. Giving him an 'I got this' look, her hand caressed his cheek.

"Open," he insinuated as he leaned into her aura, placing his warm lips over hers, his tongue leisurely scrutinizing the expanse of her mouth.

As soon as the present was opened, she yodled as something slurped over her fingers and made an effort to pull away, which was successfully resisted by Harry, whose calloused hands cemented her on the couch."

"It's pretty harmless," he chuckled into her lips before pulling away, contentedly watching her bewildered expression as her pupils dilated at the sight of a small furry baby jumping out of the box and further into her lap.

"Liked him?" He bumped his fist into her shoulder with a goofy smirk as she sat there, completely transfixed, the little creature eyeing her hopefully.

"LIked?" she finally looked at him. "I loved him!"

Harry placed his hand over his heart as if offended. "I envy him."

"Don't worry, the Chosen One. I still love you."

Within the bubble of their dorky jokes and laughs, they didn't realize when the door flung open and a four-year-old Teddy entered the room, excitement swirling in his little eyes.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!" He jumped over the couch into Y/n's lap, the force throwing her back into her husband's embrace. "Did you like our present?"

"I loved it, Teddy," she tried to mess up his today's brand new raven hair, but he had already climbed up on Harry's shoulders, whispering about their future parodies. She didn't interrupt both the partners in crime, she just smiled as harry unconsciously played with her hair, his focus totally on their little mischiefs, which he was planning with Teddy. Their new family member sometimes whimpering in interest with them.

After half an hour only he realized that she was asleep. Again.