AN: This has been in the brewing since the Christmas season officially began. I had been thinking of writing a Christmas fic and it just didn't seem to want to come out. Until a few days ago. I've worked hard on this one. And I hope it stands up. Thanks for reading, and please, read and review! Happy Holidays everyone!

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The day dawned, cold and white, blankets of white spreading for miles. It looked as though the wishes of children countrywide had been answered. They had received their white Christmas.

In a small cottage nestled in a quiet neighborhood, the first rays of sunlight streamed into the bedroom of the house's soul occupants.

The couple was sleeping soundly in their large, canopied bed, the deep maroon hangings, closed against the light of the day.

Inside their private cocoon, Harry Potter held his wife close, one arm wrapped protectively around her slender waist.

As the sun rose steadily outside, a slender beam of light, found a small gap in the hangings of the bed and crept in, spilling its warmth across Harry's face.

His eyes opened slowly, blinking against the sudden brightness. As the sleep slowly seeped out of his mind, a smile spread across his face.

It was Christmas morning. Excitement grew inside him. It was his and Hermione's first Christmas as a married couple.

And he had wanted it to be a very special first Christmas. He had it all planned out.

Slipping out of bed careful as not to wake his sleeping spouse, Harry reached for his glasses and put them on. After putting his dressing gown on, he slipped out of the bedroom quietly.

Making his way downstairs, Harry smiled as he thought about what he had planned. He would make Hermione breakfast in bed and then they would open their gifts.

Stepping into their kitchen, Harry flicked the light on and went to the fridge to remove the eggs, bacon, kippers, and tomatoes.

Lifting a pan out of the cabinet and setting it on the stove, Harry quickly began to prepare what he hoped would be a perfect Christmas breakfast.

Humming quietly, he began by cracking a couple of eggs into a bowl and whisking them quickly. After adding a touch of cream to the mixture, he poured the eggs into the now hot frying pan.

Next, he separated the strips of bacon and set them to start cooking in a second pan. Once he was sure that everything was cooking all right, Harry set to work slicing the tomatoes, throwing them in with the bacon.

After preparing the kippers, Harry checked on the rest of the food and was pleased to see that it was all ready.

He quickly plated everything and placed it on the silver serving tray they kept on the counter for tea.

Then, waving his wand, he conjured too steaming mugs of tea, which he added a spoonful of sugar each. Looking critically at the tray, Harry waved his wand again, this time conjuring a vase of Christmas flowers.

Smiling, he picked up the tray and made his way carefully upstairs to the master bedroom and his sleeping wife.

Harry pushed the door open quietly, so he wouldn't wake Hermione right away and stopped in the doorway, the sight before him warming his heart. Hermione was buried deeply under the bedclothes, sleeping peacefully.

Silently, Harry spelled the tray to float in mid-air as he made his way over to the bed, sitting down carefully next to Hermione.

“Hermione,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Hermione, it's time to get up, sweetheart.”

Hermione rolled over, mumbling incoherently, and promptly going back to sleep.

Harry chuckled quietly. He knew what would wake her. Leaning down, he gently moved her hair aside, revealing the creamy flesh of her neck. Carefully, Harry poked his tongue out, licking along the stretch of skin just below her left ear.

This did the trick. Hermione's eyes snapped open and a loud squeal erupted from her.

Harry couldn't help it; he started laughing which earned him a glare from Hermione once she realized what he'd done.

“Harry James…” she started until she spotted the still floating tray. “Did you make me breakfast?” she asked, her earlier anger already leaking away.

“Yes, I did. I wanted to surprise, you,” Harry explained, as he floated the tray to the bed. “I just wanted our first Christmas as husband and wife to be special.”

“Oh, Harry, you didn't have to do that! It's already special, I'm spending it with you,” Hermione said, touched by his efforts.

Harry blushed slightly as he handed Hermione her plate. “I know, but I wanted too,” he said, digging into his eggs.

They ate in silence until they were finished and Harry had sent the dishes downstairs to wash.

Snuggling comfortably next to his wife, Harry placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Happy Christmas, love,” he whispered quietly, completely content to stay right where he was.

“Happy Christmas, Harry,” Hermione said, smiling up at him.

“Do you want to go open our gifts now or wait?” Harry asked her.

“I don't know, honestly. I am so comfortable here. What about you?”

“How about this. We can go downstairs and open our gifts then come back up here,” Harry suggested.

“Alright,” Hermione said, pushing back the covers and slipping out of bed.

After putting on their dressing gowns, Harry and Hermione headed downstairs to their sitting room.

Their Christmas tree glittered in the corner, decorated simply with white lights, many different colored ornaments; each one a reminder of past Christmas' from their years together and a beautiful, angel dressed in gold and white.

Harry knelt in front of the tree, and started to pull out each brightly wrapped package. After sorting them out, he handed Hermione her large pile and took his equally large pile over to the couch where she was sitting.

“Who first?” Harry asked.

“Well I went first last year. So you go first this time,” Hermione, answered.

“Alright,” Harry said, picking up the present on the top of his pile.

He ripped the paper away to uncover a handsome set of silver quills. Each one writing in a different color and magically charmed to always have ink in them.

“Wow! Hermione! These are great! Thank you,” Harry said, reaching over and hugging her.

Hermione smiled, hugging him back. “You're welcome, luv. I knew you would like them. Now you can grade your papers in different colored inks.”

Harry laughed, “Yes I can. Alright, your turn now.”

Hermione turned her pile of presents and selected one near the middle, wrapped in brown paper and tied with string.

Carefully, she slit the paper and pulled out a long, narrow white box. Lifting the lid and pushing back the tissue paper, Hermione gasped when she saw what was nestled in the box.

“Oh my god! They're gorgeous Harry!”

“You really like them?” Harry asked tentatively.

“Like them? I love them! Oh Harry, thank you!” Hermione squealed, crushing him in a hug.

After she let him go, Hermione reached into the box and lifted out the small, glass figures. One was of a house-elf, dressed in a cute little dress that was decorated with what looked like small galleons. The other was dressed in a tea cozy; with a small Hogwarts crest on it the front.

“Are those…galleons?” Hermione asked as she studied the figure closely.

“Yes, I had those specially made. Let me tell you, the guy in the shop thought I was crazy, but it was worth it,” Harry told her, dropping a kiss on her head.

“Thank you, Harry. They are perfect,” she said, tears clinging to her eyelashes. “And I love the Hogwarts elf as well.”

Harry smiled, “I got them as a pair. The girl to represent Winky, who really got you started on S.P.E.W and the other is obviously Dobby, the first free elf hired at Hogwarts.”

The tears spilled down her cheeks freely now and Hermione wiped at them quickly. “Thank you Harry. You don't know what these mean to me,” she said placing the figures back in the box.

“I think I do, and you're welcome,” Harry said, reaching for another box.

Slowly, they made their way through their gifts until there was one left, the tag indicating it was for Harry.

“Go ahead, open it,” Hermione said, sounding suddenly nervous, and nibbling on her bottom lip, something she only did when she was thinking or nervous.

Harry gave her a sideways look that said plainly, `Are you alright?' Hermione shook her head in the positive and motioned for him to open the gift.

Giving her one last, unconvinced glance, Harry pulled the paper away from the package and lifted the lid on the box.

Inside was a small, knitted hat and matching blanket. They were knitted in a deep emerald green, with a dash of silver mixed in. Harry stared at the items for many long minutes.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to Hermione's, and she was startled to see tears leaking out of his green irises.

“When?” he asked hoarsely, as if he did not dare get his hopes up in case he was wrong.

“About a month along. I found out the day before yesterday,” Hermione told him, holding her breath.

Harry stay silent as he absorbed this news and then his face broke out into a goofy sort of grin. “I'm going to be a father!”

His laughter rang around the room as he hugged Hermione tightly, feeling a joy like no other ripple through him.

After spinning Hermione around for a few seconds he seemed to realize what he was doing and put her down again, his face glowing.

Hermione laughed, “Oh come here you,” she said, reaching for him again. He leaned forward and Hermione gave him a gentle kiss.

“That is the best Christmas present anyone has ever given me. Thank you so much Hermione. I love you,” Harry told her, tears still glistening on his cheeks.

“You are most welcome Harry. I love you too. Happy Christmas, luv,” she said.

The couple passed the rest of the day snuggled on the couch, with the fire crackling merrily away, just enjoying being close and thinking of the future with their new child.

It was a very Happy Christmas indeed.