Kisses
As the Christmas party continued, the warmth of the fire and the laughter of friends filled the room. Gifts were being exchanged, with wrapping paper flying and excited voices filling the air.
Harry, feeling a bit nervous, reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box. He turned to Ginny, his heart beating faster than usual.
“Ginny,” he said, handing her the gift, “I, uh, got you something.”
Ginny raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You didn’t have to, Harry.”
“I wanted to,” he admitted.
She carefully unwrapped the present, revealing a delicate silver locket. When she opened it, she gasped. Inside was a tiny, moving photograph from one of their most ridiculous yet cherished memories—their so-called “wedding” at the Burrow.
The image showed Ginny in her makeshift sheet dress, Harry in his oversized jacket, and Marlene spinning in her tutu and tiara. Fred stood in the background with an exaggeratedly serious expression, pretending to officiate, while Ron looked both amused and exasperated. The little figures in the photo laughed, tossed confetti, and Ginny could even see the moment she had kissed Harry on the cheek, sending the whole room into cheers.
Ginny laughed, her fingers brushing over the locket with fondness. “Oh, Harry… this is perfect.”
Harry grinned, relieved. “I thought you’d like it. Figured it was better than some boring old necklace.”
Ginny shook her head, smiling. “This is way better.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small gift of her own. “Here,” she said, handing it to Harry. “I got you something too.”
Harry unwrapped it quickly and found a beautifully knitted Gryffindor scarf, but as he lifted it, he saw something tucked inside—a tiny framed picture of Ginny, Marlene, and him, mid-laugh, covered in flour from one of Mrs. Weasley’s many baking disasters.
Harry chuckled. “You’re just making sure I never forget all the chaos, aren’t you?”
Ginny smirked. “You love it.”
“I do,” Harry admitted, voice softer now.
Their eyes met, the firelight flickering in the background. Without thinking, Harry leaned in, and Ginny met him halfway. Their lips met in a gentle but certain kiss, soft and warm. It was brief, but enough to send a rush of excitement through Harry.
As they pulled apart, Ginny grinned and whispered, “Well, that was our first proper kiss.”
Before Harry could even respond, Seamus and Dean, who had been watching from across the room, let out loud wolf-whistles.
“Ooooh, Potter’s in trouble now,” Seamus teased.
Ron, groaning, smacked Seamus on the back of the head. “Cut it out.”
“Ow! Why is it always me?” Seamus complained, rubbing his head.
Hermione appeared at Ron’s side, hands on her hips. “Honestly, Ron! You should be telling them off, not joining in!”
Ron opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it when Hermione gave him a pointed glare.
Harry turned back to Ginny, who was laughing at the entire scene. She reached out and lightly tugged on the scarf now wrapped around his neck. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”
Harry smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. “Merry Christmas, Ginny.”
And as the party continued around them, filled with joy, family, and laughter, Harry knew this was a Christmas he’d never forget.