A/N: So I got bored and decided to take a break from writing original stories and have some Christmassy fun with my favourite Potterverse couples (except for Jily, I'm still kind of emotionally scarred about them after writing that angsty Halloween Death Day fic in October). Yeah. So there will be five of these one-shot thingies. First Hinny, then Romione, then Scorrose (Scorpius/Rose) and Remus/Tonks and then finally Teddy/Victoire. The last one shall be uploaded on Christmas Eve.

That is all. Merry Christmas, happy belated Eid, and happy Hanukkah (is that how you spell it?)

Disclaimer: I am merely dabbling with these characters. I do not in any way own them or the rights to this book.

EDIT: thank you to mountainrivergirl for pointing out that I hadn't specified where this was set. Thank you :)

It was probably the third time that Harry trod upon Ginny's feet that he realized that if the final showdown between him and Voldemort had been a dance-off, he definitely would have lost.

"Having fun there, Potter?" Ginny smirked, arching one of her eyebrows at him.

Harry blushed, burying his face in his girlfriend's unruly mane of red hair. "I'm sorry, Gin," He apologized, blowing a tired breath out of his mouth as he attempted to dance at the annual Weasley Christmas gathering at the Burrow. He looked up, seeing Bill and Fleur twirling around on the dance floor as gracefully as if they were ballet dancers, and felt envy course through his veins. "I just… Merlin, I just can't bloody dance to save my life."

Ginny laughed, reaching one of her hands up from their spot twined around his neck to ruffle his already messy enough hair. "That's pretty spot on," She smirked, raising her mesmerising chocolate eyes to his. "You would think that all that Auror training you're doing would have worked a bit on your coordination, but apparently not. At least you're a bit better than Ron."

"Hey!" He countered indignantly, a smile lifting up the corner of his mouth as his hands slipped farther down Ginny's back to pull her closer. "I resent that, love."

"Oi, Potter!" George yelled from beside him. "Hands where we can see them!"

Harry quickly and jokingly held his hands up, palms facing his accuser. "Okay, okay!" He laughed, pressing a quick kiss onto Ginny's forehead. "But honestly, you think this is bad? You should try sharing a flat with Ron when Hermione's over!"

The ginger haired man in front of him laughed, the empty look in his blue eyes momentarily clearing. Harry was glad; George hadn't been himself lately. Angelina, his best friend/something else (no one really knew, but it was not doubted around the family that the two were together), had helped a lot, but it wasn't enough yet. But in all honestly, if Harry had lost his twin, best friend and partner-in-crime all in one he didn't think that he'd be getting over it any time soon.

Angelina laughed, throwing a smirk at Harry over George's shoulder. "Oh really?"

Harry shuddered, trying to get the images that had suddenly sprung to his mind away. "Yeah, really. Merlin, by now I should be scarred for life. Those two honestly need to learn or remember to use silencing charms."

Molly tsked from across the room where she was holding a Christmas-haired Teddy, although on closer inspection she was found to be hiding a smile behind the brim of a wine glass.

"Where is ickle Ronniekins, anyways?" Ginny asked, continuing to dance. "I haven't seen him for an hour or so."

Harry smiled wickedly. As much as Ron was his best friend and he cared about both him and Hermione, payback would be sweet. "I think he dropped in at Hogwarts to go visit Hermione," He said with a quite prominent smirk, biting his lip to stifle the laugh. "To get some alone time with her, if you know what I mean."

Charlie whooped from somewhere in the crowd of red-haired Weasley relatives and various co-workers and friends. The dragon tamer had come back for a short visit for the holidays, and had become quite amused about Harry's best friends' many antics. "Get it, Ron!"

Various other catcalls were heard from around the room, the loudest coming from fellow Gryffindors Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas. Beside them stood Neville Longbottom, who in the presence of his girlfriend Hannah was trying not to imitate his housemates.

"FIVE SICKLES THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT WILL BE PUT TO GOOD USE!" George bellowed over the roar of the crowd, shaking his almost too long ginger hair out of his eyes with a familiar and missed mischievous smirk.

Apparently Mrs. Weasley had decided that enough was enough, because Harry saw her move behind Charlie and cuff him upside the head. When George was alert and fully aware of what was going to happen to him, Mrs. Weasley whacked him upside the head.

"Mum!" He whined, looking at Angelina as if she could help the situation. Angelina, having been a seasoned Quidditch coach, knew when to get into something or to just steer clear of it as if it was an infectious wizard with Dragon Pox.

Harry supposed that this disagreement fell under the latter category, and he smiled as he watched his former coach blatantly refuse to get involved in the squabble.

Ginny leaned in closer to him, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief. "So why have we chosen to rat out ickle Ronniekins and dear Hermione?" She questioned, coral lips twitching with humor.

Harry rolled his eyes. The sense of contentment that currently surrounded him was swirling around in the air; for the first time since the War, people were making an effort to pull the pieces back together and get in the holiday spirit.

Which unfortunately meant for him that a certain family of red-headed witches and wizards now had a lot more free time on their hands.

"He had it coming to him, the git," He replied cheerily. "He keeps having the worst timing. Honestly, the prat needed to get what's coming to him."

"Just because he caught you once or twice with your hand up my shirt?" She countered. "Or would it be the time that he walked in to get me to come down for breakfast and you were sleeping in my bed?"

Harry laughed, pecking Ginny's lips. The spark that he felt every time he kissed her tingled his lips as he answered her with a laugh. "All of the above."

Okay. Hah. Romione is next time ;)

Catch ya later,

-Alex aka ~dontforget2live :)