Now on Christmas, in Sirius' House, me, my family, my girlfriend, and The Weasleys as we exchanged our gifts. Mrs. Weasley gave me a matching Christmas sweater with Ron as Hermione chuckled at our predicament. I looked to the doorway to see Uncle Sirius and Harry come to join us.
"There you two are! C'mon! Mrs. Weasley got me a Christmas Sweater!" I said and held out mine while Ron held out his.
"I've got a different one for you, Harry dear!" she said as she handed him a wrapped gift herself to him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." he said with a smile.
Harry opened the present and revealed it to be a scarf.
"No worries, dear." she said as he and Uncle Sirius sat down.
Mr. Weasley wanted to give a Christmas Toast to Harry who saved his life thanks to the nightmares he's been having as we all raised our glasses to Harry before drinking before everyone sat down to eat.
"Arthur, how's our tech treatin' ya?" my dad asked
"Oh wonderful! It's like we entered a new world! The muggle music has taken over my two boys here!" He said, pointing at Fred and George as I looked at them to ask a question
"What kind?" I asked them
"Rolling Stones." Fred answered
"Queen" George answered
"Weird Al Yankovic." they both answered
"Respect." I told them as we hit our chests two times and chuckled in sync.
"Ugh, boys." Matilda groaned
"Ah, is this my future daughter-in-law?" Dad asked as I spit out my drink
"DAD!" I shouted at him and looked away out of embarrassment when I saw Hermione covering her blushing red face.
"What? Oh dear, ya shoulda hear how he talks about ya, it was so frickin' sweet!" Dad said
"You talk about me, huh?" Hermione asked me as I blushed
"It was like he WANTS to get married with ya. I give ya my blessing." Matilda said
"Matty!"
"Don't frickin' call me that, (N/n)!"
"Now, now, kids, we don't wanna fight on this holy day. And on that subject, Hermione dear, can you cook?"
"Yes."
"Can you knit?"
"Yes?"
"Can you multi-task?"
"Perfectly so, yes, why all these questions, Mrs. Richardson?" Hermione asked as Mom looked at me
"Marry her, DO NOT LET HER GO."
"YOU GUYS! STOP IT!" I shouted in embarrassment while Hermione blushed even harder.
"Alright, changing subject. Are you all okay in school? I heard it's rough since the other new teacher was there, and she sounds like the worst teacher to be taught by." Mom asked us
"Unpleasant ain't the half of it, Ma! All those times in potion class, all she did was make us read books and ask questions THAT WEREN'T EVEN PART OF THE DAMN SUBJECT! WE WERE JUST READING A BOOK ABOUT A SUBJECT THAT ISN'T A PART OF OUR SCHEDULE! IT SUCKS! IT ALL SUCKS!" Matilda whined as she downed her glass of raspberry juice and slammed it on the table to pour another.
