Present And Correct - for pghpatronus - Harry/Ron - G
Title : Present And Correct
For : pghpatronus
Pairing : Harry/Ron
Prompt : Christmas morning by the tree opening presents
Words : 455
Rating : G
Warning :toothbrush needed for rotting!sweetness


Ron was lying with his head in Harry's lap, nibbling on a liquorish wand as Hermione handed out their presents.

Harry held a neatly wrapped package to his ear and shook it.

"'Snot a book," he said.

Hermione laughed.

He awkwardly tried opening it one handed, until Hermione gave him a pointed look and he stopped stroking Ron's hair with his other hand and ripped off the paper.

"Wrist guards, brilliant!" he said. "Thanks, Hermione!"

His hand returned to Ron's hair and Ron rubbed against it, like a cat.

"What are you doing about your family?" Hermione asked Ron, handing him a gift. "Are you going to the Burrow, later?"

Ron shook his head. "Ngo, gayj jeng olg keace chor kissniss," he said, the wand clamped between his teeth as he unwrapped.

Hermione looked at Harry.

"No, gave them world peace for Christmas," Harry translated and Hermione snorted.

"Aw, Harnirenee, Cangongs goxerz," Ron crowed, waving the bright orange underwear at her.

Hermione picked up her present and carefully slit the Spellotape.

Inside was a jar of her favourite foaming bath salts. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Tell Ginny well done," she said.

Harry laughed. "I did try," he said. "I just panicked at all the girly stuff."

Hermione handed him his gift from Ron and Ron sat up, watching him open it.

The paper parted and Harry blinked.

He looked up at Ron and reblinked.

He looked down at his gift.

Ron looked over at Hermione and made panicked faces.

"It's…" Harry said.

"Stupid," Ron said, reaching for the nest of torn wrapping paper. "I know you hate fuss… all the mugs with your face on and stuff…"

Harry snatched it back and held up a rag doll with red hair and freckles.

"They're selling them in Diagon Alley," Ron babbled. "I know I'm making myself look like an idiot, but he's to… sort of, um, well… look after you, or something, if I'm away… sounds stupid, sorry…"

Harry smoothed the long red wool out of the doll's eyes.

Ron twitched, obviously wanting to snatch the embarrassing gift and throw it in the fire.

Harry held it against his chest, protectively, and Hermione bit her lip.

She pressed Ron's gift from Harry into his hands and Ron looked down, flushing.

He ripped open the badly wrapped paper and gasped.

A rag doll with a blizzard of black hair, wire rimmed glasses and an embroidered scar looked up at him.

"You have no idea how embarrassing it was to buy it," Harry muttered. "They must have thought I'm really full of myself. It's to… look after you… if I'm not here."

"I love it," Ron said, looking up at him with pink tipped ears.

"I love you."