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I sat in the small, comfortable kitchen drinking a cup of hot chocolate and watching the falling snow outside. Christmas was finally over, and Hermione had a lot planned for everyone to do tomorrow. It was around eleven when I noticed that someone was outside. Sitting my drink down on the table, I stood up and headed for the door.

The snow was steadily getting heavier and making it harder to see where I was going. It seemed as though the person was sitting on a bench near the small pond that Hermione had Ron build. The closer I got the more I began to have my suspicions as to who it was sitting over there. When I reached the bench, my suspicions were confirmed. I sat down on the cold, wooden bench and faced her.

“Victoire, what are you doing out here in the snow? At eleven o’clock, too!” She sighed, and I watched as her breath showed how cold it was out here. Snow fell from her hair as she turned towards me. Her beautiful looked drawn, and she seemed more tired than normal. I shook my head confused.

“You’re obviously tired and need some rest. Why don’t you come back into the house?” Glancing down at her hands that were resting on her lap, she shook her head.

“I can’t go back into that house, Teddy. I know you may think I’m being a brat, but my family just wears me out. Sometimes I wish it was smaller,” Victoire mumbled.

Sighing, I took her hands in mine, and she looked back up at me surprised.

“I don’t think you’re being a brat, Victoire. I don’t exactly understand why you would want a smaller family, but I have my reasons for that, and I think you know what they are. I haven’t had a chance to spend holidays with my family, get to know them, or even get worn out and annoyed by them. As much as you may wish for your family to be not be quite so large, I also want you to understand how lucky you are to have them with you,” I told her sincerely. Tears were slowing rolling down her red cheeks. I lifted my hand to her face and wiped them away with a finger. We had this conversation almost every time she went to a family get together. They stressed her out, but I always managed to bring her back down by mentioning my family.

“Oh, Teddy! I’m so sorry!” Victoire cried. She suddenly hugged me. Hugging her back, I shook my head and chuckled. After releasing me from the hug, Victoire laid her head on my shoulder. Her breathing slowed after a little while, and I looked down at her. She was out cold.

I picked her up bridal style and started off towards the house. Once we were inside, I noticed that she was just in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. I slipped her snow boots off and carried her upstairs to her room.

Once she was laying on the bed with a good amount of covers over her, I headed for the door. As the door knob turned in my grasp, there was a small noise behind me. I turned my head and saw Victoire sitting up. Shaking my head, I went back over to her bed and sat down on the edge. She was looking around. Then she finally saw me and smiled.

“Thank you so much, Teddy,” Victoire whispered. She leaned over towards me and kissed me full on the lips. Just as this happened, the clock downstairs struck midnight, and I thought about how this must be the best Christmas present of all.

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