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Christmas at the Burrow (Trans! Ginny Weasley x Fem and/or Male! Reader)

Creds to @blazogirlsoneshot

Christmas at your house at always been as cold as it was distant. It was a well-rehearsed dance of pretending that you were a tight-knit family while shoving all your true feelings under a rug. Let's just say you were thrilled once you began Hogwarts and never came home during the holidays.

It was during one of those cozy festivities when you meet Ginny for the first time. It was during your second year and you had been wandering the halls. You were most definitely not paying attention and had walked straight into her back. That collision lead to a hundred apologies, eating during meals together while quickly becoming friends, and then beginning to date after the end of your seventh year. Then Ginny invited you over to her house for Christmas and you had no idea what to do.

"Have I told you how nervous I am yet?" You whined as you and Ginny were "packing" for the next week. Your shared apartment had clothes strewn everywhere while you and Ginny had taken a break and built a giant pillow fort for some reason.

"Only five thousand times," Ginny giggled as pressed a kiss to your nose. "And don't say you're worried that my mum won't like you because you know she does. Why else would she make you a sweater every year?"

"Because she feels sorry for me?" You suggested in the smallest voice you could muster.

"That's a lie and you know it. Now, can we please get back to packing?"

"Fine," Groaning you and Ginny crawled out of the little safe space you had created and began to reassemble order in your home. Then, after an apparition trip that perfectly resembled the state of your insides, you arrived at the Burrow.

Have you ever found a place that seemed to ooze comfort from the nearly breaking seams? Even Hogwarts, a place that was every witch and wizards home, came second to the welcoming ora that enveloped the Burrow. It was fascinating how a house so unusual could feel so familiar. As the gentle glow of the lights hanging on the tree cascaded across your face through the frosted windows, a shaky breath full of all your worries were released and that they were for nothing. You were pulled out of this daze as the front door swung upon with a crash as Mrs. Weasley enveloped her youngest in a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh, how I've missed you! Why didn't you come around for tea this week? You could've at least sent an owl so I wasn't worried. Where did these dark circles come from? Are you not sleeping well? I have just something for that-"

"Mum!" Ginny quickly cut her off and gestured towards you. "I brought Y/N, remember?"

It was like all the air had been knocked out of you as Mrs. Weasley went about mothering you as well. "Welcome, dear. Have you been eating enough? I know that Ginny isn't the worst cook, but she can be so forgetful. Why do you also look like you've been getting no sleep as well? Was the trip here alright? I've made-"

"Mum!"

"Oh, right! Please come in before you freeze to death. We can't have that on Christmas, now can we?" You were ushered in the Burrow as you and Ginny shared a smile. Why had you been nervous?

Ginny lead you into the living room as Mrs. Weasley went to fetch some cocoa. Sitting around a tree with a gnome dressed in a tutu as an angel was all of Ginny's siblings as well as Harry, Hermione, and Fleur. Greeting were exchanged as all of Ginny's brothers seemed to dogpile on top of her. You stood next to Hermione as you watched your girlfriend burst into laughter and couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked in the golden light.

"Watch out for the tree!" Mrs. Weasley cried as she entered the room with a levitating tray full of steaming cocoa.

"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, you shouldn't have," Hermione exclaimed as she quickly grabbed Ron out of the hoard of siblings to give him his cup of cocoa.

"Nonsense, my dear, it Christmas. Since you lot seemed to have so much energy, so either you come help me with dinner in the kitchen or go outside for heaven's sake!" The last bit was directed to the gaggle of the redheads as George quickly caught the tree before it fell into the roaring fireplace. That was how you found yourself watch an impromptu game of quidditch on Christmas Eve. Bill, George, and Ron had formed a team against Charlie, Harry, and Ginny, while Fleur and Hermione had stayed inside to help Mrs. Weasley with the cooking. After much debate over whether or not you'd be impartial to the two teams, you had been appointed the referee.

It was a fierce match as it was bone-chillingly freezing, but the mixture of joy and competition found in the eyes of the opposing teams was more than enough to make up for the discomfort. The siblings had been playing for years and could seem to read each other's minds as they flew in an intricate dance, but something was clearly missing. It was painfully obvious in the way George would hit a bludger in a direction that was obviously where Fred would be waiting, or how Bill would seem to expect a pass from his left and be completely bewildered when it came from Ron on his right. It had only been two years since Fred had died and the Weasleys weren't over it.

The match would've gone for hours if Mr. Weasley had yelled for the lot of you to come in for dinner. Seven ravenous beings swarmed the dinner table as snow fell from coats that were hurriedly thrown on the floor. Plates of food were passed up and down the table as every corner of that topsy-turvy house was filled with laughter. It was perfect.

After dinner, you chose to help Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen while Ginny and her brothers cleared the table. Mrs. Weasley took advantage of this opportunity of Ginny's distraction to tell every embarrassing story about her daughter too much protest from Ginny. It was during all this when a certain photo caught your eye.

It was a picture of a hectic Christmas morning with Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny around a present with a tag the read, "For the younger Weasley boys." The boys seemed perfectly fine with this gift but Ginny was crying. If the picture had sound, you were sure that Ginny would be yelling, "I'm not a boy!" Saying you were confused was most definitely an understatement.

"That was not a great Christmas," Ginny came up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "I have no idea why mom still has this up."

"Can I ask the context of this photo or..."

"No, it fine. I mean, I've been meaning to tell you for a while now anyway," The was an undertone of nervousness in Ginny's voice that was usually never there. It worried you as you gently placed a hand on the arms that were around your waist. "I was born physically a boy, but I'm a woman. I'm trans and I am still your girlfriend. I mean, if you still want me as your girlfriend, but if you don't then that's honestly transphobic so-"

"Why wouldn't you still be my girlfriend? You're still Ginny. You are still my beautiful, badass, and the basic embodiment of Gryffindor girlfriend who I love."

"I love you too."

"Hey, would you look at that," You gestured up the clump of mistletoe above your heads with a small smile.

"Whatever shall we do about it?" Ginny teased as she drew closer.

"I have no idea," You whispered as Ginny's lips ghosted over yours.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

"Merry Christmas, Ginny."

A/N: It has come to everyone's attention that J.K Rowling has proven to be transphobic. The series has never been completely perfect, but I just wanted to say this, sure J.K Rowling created the world that we all love but it isn't really her's anymore. This fandom feels like it belongs more to the fans then the author, so if J.K wants to put down trans people then guess what? Everyone's trans! And what is she going to do about it?