mini_fest | FIC: Christmas Morning Rituals [Ron/Pansy]

Title: Christmas Morning Rituals
Author/Artist:

lyre_flowers
Pairing(s): Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Prompt: 2011 #169 - Ron's taking Pansy for her first Weasley Christmas, but first, he has to get her into the jumper :)
Word Count/Art Medium: ~560 words
Rating: PG-13
Contains (Highlight to view): *None.*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thanks to my lovely beta, and happy holidays to you all!
Summary: Christmas is celebrated very differently throughout the wizarding world. For Pansy Parkinson, Weasley family traditions will bring a surprise and a promise. Ron will make sure of it.

Christmas Morning Rituals

To Ron, Christmas meant new jumpers, the smell of baked goods and spending the entire day in pyjamas with his siblings, even as an adult.

To Pansy, Christmas meant fancy dresses, awkward family gatherings and piles of expensive gifts.

That year, they had decided to stay in on Christmas Eve, preferring the warmth of the fire and the touch of skin on skin to the harried hustle of London's streets. They had kissed, cuddled and laughed.

It hadn't been like Christmas at all, Pansy reflected, more like lazy autumn days in their bed or hot summer days in the park. Bliss.

She stretched, still only half-awake. Like a cat, she curled and uncurled until she had found the correct position on their makeshift bed in front of the fire. Mountains of pillows and Transfigured blankets surrounded her, almost drowning the dark-haired woman in their midst. It was certainly wonderful, Pansy thought, as she settled a bit deeper into the covers.

Sliding underneath a blanket, her arm brushed bare skin.

Soon, a head emerged next to hers. Ron's hair was impossibly tousled and his eyes were filled with a childlike wonder.

“Good morning,” she smiled.

“It's Christmas,” he replied, smiling back.

“Mmh,” she sighed, shifting to curl up by his side.

She felt the warmth of the fire, the heat of his skin and his eyes filled with glee, looking at her.

“It's Christmas,” he repeated.

“Yes,” she mumbled.

So what? She still wasn't inclined to get up any time soon. It was warm, it was cosy, and she had Ron nearby. Getting up, however, would involve untangling herself from the blankets, walking naked through the comparatively cooler room and dressing. Of course, dressing would involve a black woollen skirt and her Weasley jumper.

Pansy shuddered. She hadn't worn the dreaded thing since Molly Weasley had offered it to her the previous year. Although everyone claimed purple suited her, she didn't particularly like the chubby woollen jumper. But if she did get up, Ron would insist she wear it for Christmas at the Burrow. Maybe she could convince him to stay in front of the fire instead of attending the Weasley family gathering?

Putting her arms around him, she lifted herself up to look at her boyfriend. He looked happy, even happier when she bent down to kiss him, in fact. Lightly pressing her lips to his, Pansy wasn't surprised when Ron deepened the kiss and pulled her closer.

After what felt like several decades of blissful sunshine, they emerged from their kiss, Pansy now lying atop her boyfriend, his arms locking her firmly in place. She smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“Let's go,” he suddenly announced.

And with these words, he pushed the blankets off them, turning and taking Pansy with him in the process. She let out a startled squeal when, finally standing, he lifted her up into his arms and proceeded to carry her off into the bedroom.

“I need to get you into this jumper.”

Oh no.

“Oh yes, dear, you will wear that purple jumper I know you love so much,” he smiled down at her.

Ron pressed a quick kiss onto her lips. “And then,” he murmured, “all day you may look forward to this evening, when I will get you out of the jumper in mere seconds.”