Here is my secret santa gift to @snowscharming! You wanted something Christmasy, angsty, fluffy, Post DH and canon. You also said smut was okay, and I hope you meant it because this is definitely rated M! Enjoy!!
Rated M for language and adult situations…
Hermione woke with a chill, her toes curling underneath the soft wool of Ron’s blanket that had gathered there. Her eyes still closed, she inched her fingers down her leg to grasp the edge of it, pulling the warm cover up and over their bodies, a low hum escaping her as she pushed her back against his side. His light snoring told her he was still asleep, and she smiled, listening to the sound of his breathing.
He made a grunting noise, there was a shift in the bed, and suddenly she was encased in his warmth. His arm came round to hug her belly, and pulled her in, his breath now tickling the hairs on the back of her neck. She sighed, content, sleepy, warm.
“Morning,” his scratchy early morning voice half-whispered in her ear, his hand now rubbing her stomach under her top. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, and her smile widened, and she caressed his arm while lacing her legs with his.
“Don’t you mean Happy Christmas?” she said, her eyes now open. The sun had barely broken the horizon, but it was enough to cast the room in a dimly lit orange haze.
“Right, yeah, that too,” he murmured, and then kissed her shoulder.
There was something in his voice, however, that gave Hermione pause. He sounded saddened by the mention of it, and now that she thought about it, any time this holiday was brought up he didn’t have much to say about it then, either.
“Are you alright?” she asked, slightly turning her head, still locked into his embrace so unable to see him. But then he sighed heavily and his head flopped back on his pillow, enabling her to turn and look at him.
“’M fine,” he said, rubbing his eyes and avoiding her stare. “Just tired is all.”
“It wouldn’t be unreasonable to not be alright, you know,” she replied as she sat up, taking the blanket with her to wrap around her cool shoulders. “Do you want to talk about it?”
