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A Gift for demented_mei: Christmas Gift Exchange (Ginny/Viktor, PG-13)
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luvscharlie
Recipient:demented_mei
Title: Christmas Gift Exchange
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1242
Summary: Viktor and Ginny enjoy a Christmas together
Warnings: None
Notes: Written fordemented_mei who asked for holiday fluff, hot chocolate, snowball fights, shared traditions and light, happy Christmas fun. I hope I delivered, dear.
"You survived," Ginny said, running her hands down Viktor's new jumper as he shed his cloak by the warmth of the fire. "You made it through your first Weasley Christmas. Do you like your jumper?"
"It's soft. Your mum is really good at making these. How did she get the Bulgarian emblem on there so nicely?"
"Perhaps a bit of Christmas magic?" Ginny said, removing her ear muffs, scarf and mittens, shaking some snow from her hair.
"We could have used the Floo and avoided the cold, you know?" Vikor said with a smile.
"I love the snow, and walking in it with you made it all the better. Besides, the fire's warm now."
"You mean, you really just wanted to hit me with that snowball in the back of the head?"
"It was a jolly good bonus." Ginny's eyes twinkled.
Viktor grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard against him. "That near death by snowball earned me a kiss, I think."
"Near death? Such drama."
"I could blame it on my lagging English skills." Viktor tilted up her chin and moved in closer.
"Your English is as good as mine since you worked with that tutor."
Viktor pouted. "No kiss then?"
Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her body against him as she kissed him slow and deep. He started to deepen the kiss further when she pulled back. "I think we should get some cocoa."
"You can't think of anything you'd rather do than drink cocoa?" Viktor grabbed her arm again when she turned toward the kitchen. "Really? Nothing else?"
"It's Christmas Eve. It's a Weasley tradition. We always sit by the fire, light up the Christmas tree and drink cocoa. Use your wand to light the tree and I'll get the hot chocolate. Marshmallows?"
"You're really serious about this? I'm trying to do this thing and you just want to have a warm beverage and look at the fire?"
"And the tree." Ginny pulled free of his grasp and smiled. "Sounds cosy, doesn't it?"
She trotted off to the kitchen, leaving Viktor to prod the fairies with his wand so that the tree would be fully lit when Ginny returned. He settled down on the sofa, kicked his boots off and rested his sock-clad feet on the ottoman so that the fire warmed his toes.
Ginny entered the room with a tray containing two steaming mugs and some biscuits. "You look comfortable." She pushed his feet off the ottoman to set down her tray and passed him a mug. "So tell me, how was tonight? I know my family can be a bit overwhelming if you're not accustomed to them."
"Your family is delightful. Your brothers are..."
"Overprotective, I know."
Viktor took a sip of his cocoa. "Overprotective is one way to describe them. I might have gone more for insane."
"Oh no. What did they do?"
Viktor chuckled, deepening the dimples in his cheeks. "Nothing... while you were watching."
Ginny's blush was evident even by the glow of the firelight. "Godric, how many of them threatened your life?"
"How many of them are there?"
"Oh. I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be. I got out alive, and they got assurances that my intentions towards their sister are honourable."
Ginny snuggled up to his side on the sofa, and leaned in to nuzzle Viktor's neck. "Not too honourable, I hope."
Viktor growled deep in his throat, resting a hand on her knee. "Be assured, I didn't make any promises I can't keep. I've been known to lie very effectively in the past when the need arose."
Ginny had enjoyed bringing Viktor to meet her family so much that she couldn't stop talking about it. "What was your favourite part?"
"Of the lying or of the get together tonight?"
"Tonight, silly."
"Other than being there with you?"
Ginny gave his arm a soft punch. "Now you're just trying to butter me up."
"You are on to my scheme, I see. I think, your mother's cooking was a high point, but I also liked the crazy energy. I come from a small family. Our holidays are quiet events."
"There's nothing less quiet than a Weasley family gathering, is there?" Ginny asked.
"Mmm, I had fun," Viktor said, leaning in to nibble her ear, teeth nipping down her jaw, capturing her lips in a cocoa tasting deep kiss.
"You know," Ginny said, "Santa comes tonight."
"And?" Viktor pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply.
"He has a naughty list. Keep up this behaviour and you're going to find yourself at the top of it." She kissed his lips lightly to soften her words. "I have something for you." Ginny reached beneath the sofa and pulled out a sloppily wrapped gift. It was soft and squishy and looked like it had been stepped on a couple of times by a Hippogriff. "I'm not as good as Mum, but she's been teaching me." She placed the small package in Viktor's hands.
"You made this?"
"Yeah, so be gentle. I did my best."
Viktor began to open the package. "I'm sure it's wonderful." He pulled out a pair of mittens in the colours of the Bulgarian Quidditch team.
"I know it's cold when you're practicing in Bulgaria. I thought these might help."
Well, they would have, and it was a wonderful and thoughtful gift. However, one mitten was missing a thumb and the other had at least two fingers sewed together.
She looked at him with hopeful eyes. "Do you like them? I mean, I know they need some work, but don't you think it was a good first try?"
"I love them," he lied. "This must have taken you hours."
"It did, but I love you, so it was worth it."
"You did that for me?" Viktor wrapped his arm firmly around her, placing the mittens and his cocoa on the ottoman with the tray of biscuits. Despite the horrible pair of mittens, Viktor felt that his gift was inferior. It was store bought, and he felt like perhaps he hadn't tried enough. It was less original, more practical, but he hoped she would like it. He slipped a perfectly wrapped (since he didn't wrap it) gift from the corner of her flat where he'd placed it earlier.
Ginny opened it carefully, making sure not to rip the paper. It was obviously a broomstick. It was impossible to disguise. What she hadn't expected was to see a Firebolt beneath that paper.
"A Firebolt?"
"You'll need it when you start playing for the Harpies next season. Everyone will have League Standard brooms. I don't want my girlfriend having anything less than the best."
"And when I use it to beat you?"
"Then I'll take it away," he teased. "You like it?"
"I love it." She wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck and kissed him passionately. "I could show you my true appreciation, if you'd like to take this party to the bedroom."
"I like the way you think. We can both show each other the proper appreciation. Have I mentioned tonight that I love you?" Viktor's voice was deep.
"You have not. It was implied though. You tolerated my brothers and gave me the equipment to beat all hell out of you the next time the Harpies and Bulgaria go head to head."
"I love you."
She took his hand and led him down the hallway. "Not as much as I love you."
luvscharlieRecipient:
demented_meiTitle: Christmas Gift Exchange
Pairing: Viktor Krum/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1242
Summary: Viktor and Ginny enjoy a Christmas together
Warnings: None
Notes: Written for
demented_mei who asked for holiday fluff, hot chocolate, snowball fights, shared traditions and light, happy Christmas fun. I hope I delivered, dear."You survived," Ginny said, running her hands down Viktor's new jumper as he shed his cloak by the warmth of the fire. "You made it through your first Weasley Christmas. Do you like your jumper?"
"It's soft. Your mum is really good at making these. How did she get the Bulgarian emblem on there so nicely?"
"Perhaps a bit of Christmas magic?" Ginny said, removing her ear muffs, scarf and mittens, shaking some snow from her hair.
"We could have used the Floo and avoided the cold, you know?" Vikor said with a smile.
"I love the snow, and walking in it with you made it all the better. Besides, the fire's warm now."
"You mean, you really just wanted to hit me with that snowball in the back of the head?"
"It was a jolly good bonus." Ginny's eyes twinkled.
Viktor grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard against him. "That near death by snowball earned me a kiss, I think."
"Near death? Such drama."
"I could blame it on my lagging English skills." Viktor tilted up her chin and moved in closer.
"Your English is as good as mine since you worked with that tutor."
Viktor pouted. "No kiss then?"
Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her body against him as she kissed him slow and deep. He started to deepen the kiss further when she pulled back. "I think we should get some cocoa."
"You can't think of anything you'd rather do than drink cocoa?" Viktor grabbed her arm again when she turned toward the kitchen. "Really? Nothing else?"
"It's Christmas Eve. It's a Weasley tradition. We always sit by the fire, light up the Christmas tree and drink cocoa. Use your wand to light the tree and I'll get the hot chocolate. Marshmallows?"
"You're really serious about this? I'm trying to do this thing and you just want to have a warm beverage and look at the fire?"
"And the tree." Ginny pulled free of his grasp and smiled. "Sounds cosy, doesn't it?"
She trotted off to the kitchen, leaving Viktor to prod the fairies with his wand so that the tree would be fully lit when Ginny returned. He settled down on the sofa, kicked his boots off and rested his sock-clad feet on the ottoman so that the fire warmed his toes.
Ginny entered the room with a tray containing two steaming mugs and some biscuits. "You look comfortable." She pushed his feet off the ottoman to set down her tray and passed him a mug. "So tell me, how was tonight? I know my family can be a bit overwhelming if you're not accustomed to them."
"Your family is delightful. Your brothers are..."
"Overprotective, I know."
Viktor took a sip of his cocoa. "Overprotective is one way to describe them. I might have gone more for insane."
"Oh no. What did they do?"
Viktor chuckled, deepening the dimples in his cheeks. "Nothing... while you were watching."
Ginny's blush was evident even by the glow of the firelight. "Godric, how many of them threatened your life?"
"How many of them are there?"
"Oh. I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be. I got out alive, and they got assurances that my intentions towards their sister are honourable."
Ginny snuggled up to his side on the sofa, and leaned in to nuzzle Viktor's neck. "Not too honourable, I hope."
Viktor growled deep in his throat, resting a hand on her knee. "Be assured, I didn't make any promises I can't keep. I've been known to lie very effectively in the past when the need arose."
Ginny had enjoyed bringing Viktor to meet her family so much that she couldn't stop talking about it. "What was your favourite part?"
"Of the lying or of the get together tonight?"
"Tonight, silly."
"Other than being there with you?"
Ginny gave his arm a soft punch. "Now you're just trying to butter me up."
"You are on to my scheme, I see. I think, your mother's cooking was a high point, but I also liked the crazy energy. I come from a small family. Our holidays are quiet events."
"There's nothing less quiet than a Weasley family gathering, is there?" Ginny asked.
"Mmm, I had fun," Viktor said, leaning in to nibble her ear, teeth nipping down her jaw, capturing her lips in a cocoa tasting deep kiss.
"You know," Ginny said, "Santa comes tonight."
"And?" Viktor pressed his face into her hair and inhaled deeply.
"He has a naughty list. Keep up this behaviour and you're going to find yourself at the top of it." She kissed his lips lightly to soften her words. "I have something for you." Ginny reached beneath the sofa and pulled out a sloppily wrapped gift. It was soft and squishy and looked like it had been stepped on a couple of times by a Hippogriff. "I'm not as good as Mum, but she's been teaching me." She placed the small package in Viktor's hands.
"You made this?"
"Yeah, so be gentle. I did my best."
Viktor began to open the package. "I'm sure it's wonderful." He pulled out a pair of mittens in the colours of the Bulgarian Quidditch team.
"I know it's cold when you're practicing in Bulgaria. I thought these might help."
Well, they would have, and it was a wonderful and thoughtful gift. However, one mitten was missing a thumb and the other had at least two fingers sewed together.
She looked at him with hopeful eyes. "Do you like them? I mean, I know they need some work, but don't you think it was a good first try?"
"I love them," he lied. "This must have taken you hours."
"It did, but I love you, so it was worth it."
"You did that for me?" Viktor wrapped his arm firmly around her, placing the mittens and his cocoa on the ottoman with the tray of biscuits. Despite the horrible pair of mittens, Viktor felt that his gift was inferior. It was store bought, and he felt like perhaps he hadn't tried enough. It was less original, more practical, but he hoped she would like it. He slipped a perfectly wrapped (since he didn't wrap it) gift from the corner of her flat where he'd placed it earlier.
Ginny opened it carefully, making sure not to rip the paper. It was obviously a broomstick. It was impossible to disguise. What she hadn't expected was to see a Firebolt beneath that paper.
"A Firebolt?"
"You'll need it when you start playing for the Harpies next season. Everyone will have League Standard brooms. I don't want my girlfriend having anything less than the best."
"And when I use it to beat you?"
"Then I'll take it away," he teased. "You like it?"
"I love it." She wrapped her arms around Viktor's neck and kissed him passionately. "I could show you my true appreciation, if you'd like to take this party to the bedroom."
"I like the way you think. We can both show each other the proper appreciation. Have I mentioned tonight that I love you?" Viktor's voice was deep.
"You have not. It was implied though. You tolerated my brothers and gave me the equipment to beat all hell out of you the next time the Harpies and Bulgaria go head to head."
"I love you."
She took his hand and led him down the hallway. "Not as much as I love you."