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LOG: Our First Tree (PG)

When: Saturday Dec. 16th
Where: Neville's house
Who: Neville and Ginny
Rated: PG
Summary: Neville and Ginny decorate the Christmas tree
Format: Narrative
Status: Complete


Neville smiled and gave the room another look around. He had done a bit of rearranging to fit things and there were boxes piled in one corner, waiting unpacking. He stood back with his hands on his hips and admired the tree. It didn't quite reach the ceiling, leaving just enough room for the tree topper. Ginny usually Apparated into the garden and came in the back door to the kitchen. So he wasn't surprised when he heard her footsteps in there.

***

"Neville!" she called out while walking through the kitchen to the living room. "Where are.... Oh my!" she exclaimed as she saw what he'd done with the space. "This looks wonderful!"

Looking around she grinned before she walked up to him and embraced him. "Hmmmm," she sighed. "I need you to hold me for a minute."

***

He smiled and happily wrapped his arms around her, one hand coming to rest on he back of her head against his shoulder and the other on the small of her back. "Long as you want, Ginny," he sighed.

***

She nodded against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Slowly she felt all the tension and pressure fall away and she tried to inch closer, feeling his arms tighten around her in response. She didn't know how long they'd stood there but after a while, she lifted her head and pressed a kiss on his lips. "Thank you," she whispered, and kissed him again.

***

Neville's eyes closed and he kissed her back tenderly. Gods, he loved the taste and touch of the woman.

***

Melting into the kiss, Ginny sighed. She'd missed coming to the house the past week but with the third murder victim found her days and evenings had been filled with nothing but work.

Breaking the kiss, she simply hugged him as tight as she could. "I've missed you. So... what are today's plans?"

***

Well," he smiled, "I seemed to run out of room for one of my plants in the greenhouse and moved it in here. What do you think?" He turned her around so that she could now see the tree in the corner.

***

Seeing the tree and the size of it, Ginny did a quick run through of the greenhouses. Suddenly she remembered that one of the greenhouses had seemed to be smaller than the others.

"Would this one happen to come from the back of Greenhouse 4???" she asked him with narrowed eyes. "The part where you told me repeatedly, was 'nothing there'?"

***

"I didn't say nothing, just nothing you should worry about," he smiled shyly, his hands still resting on her shoulders.

***

"Hmmmm," she commented. Giving up all pretence of being angry she soon grinned at him. "But it is a beautiful tree, Neville!! Are we decorating today, then?"

***

"If you want to," he smiled, "I found boxes of decorations in storage and picked up a few new things too."

***

"Wait, you went into storage?" Ginny carefully asked. "As in... you went to the attic and hunted up the boxes?"

***

Neville ducked his head, blushing a bit. "Let's see what's in them," he suggested.

***

With a soft smile, Ginny said, "All right, let's do that."

Taking his hand, she took him with her to the couch and sat down. Not knowing what memories would come with the boxes, she thought it the better way to open them.

***

Neville took the lid off the first box. Dust flew up but then there was the sound of a bird twittering. He cocked his head and then, remembering, smiled.

***

Ginny's smile grew as she looked from Neville to the box and heard the bird. "Open the box? Please?" she whispered.

***

He nodded and reached for a small white box about the size of his fist. He carefully pulled the lid off the box. Nestled in the box, in what looked like a little nest, was a small white dove. It twittered at them.

***

"Look at that!" Ginny exclaimed. Slowly she extended her hand to the little bird. It had inspected her hand carefully and, after a while, hopped on her finger. Ginny slowly raised her hand and smiled at Neville. "It's beautiful!"

***

He smiled a little wistfully at the bird, "Gran said it use to be my mothers. That she would play with it for hours when she was a child."

***

Careful to not startle the bird on her finger, Ginny shuffled on the couch to end up almost pasted against Neville's side. "I can imagine... And this year, when it's in the tree, we'll remember your mother, and father, the way they were."

***

Neville was quiet for a minute, still looking at the bird. "But that's just the problem," he said, "I can't."

***

Ginny bit her lip. "Aren't there albums? With pictures of your parents? I'm sure your Gran would've had them," she quietly asked him. It might just be what he needed, she thought, to see his parents other than what he remembered. Or, she admitted, it might make him even sadder. "Do you want to see them, if we find them that is? Do you even want to look for them at all?"

***

"Maybe later," he said. "Let's put her nest on the tree so she can settle in."

***

"All right." Turning to him, Ginny said, "Neville, I.... I don't mean to push you. If you aren't ready for something like this, tell me and I promise to let it lie..."

Giving him a moment to think it over she walked over to the tree and carefully set the bird on a branch.

***

Neville smiled at her but followed her to the tree, setting the ornamental bird's next in the branches. It just felt right. Like being with her felt right.

***

While they decorated the tree, Ginny could see Neville's emotions as he picked up decorations to put in it. Sometimes he'd smile and sometimes the saddest look would be in his eyes. When she felt she was done, she sat back and watched him finish the tree. When he looked at her, she shot him a bright smile.

"Neville? How is your Transfiguration these days?" she asked him with a gleam in her eyes.

***

He shrugged, "Fine, I suppose." He looked at her curiously.

***

She'd been thinking about this ever since she'd seen the tree and the fireplace. Pointing to one of the chairs she asked him, "Can you Transfigure that chair to a sturdy yet comfortable rocking chair?"

Looking around, she took one of the throws on the sofa and changed it into a copy of one of her grandmother's quilts. She looked back at him expectantly.

***

"Sure," he said, "Why?" He walked over and transfigured the chair.

***

With a smile, Ginny manoeuvred him until he was sitting in hit. Then, she sat sideways in his lap and draped the quilt around them. "So that we can sit here, together, and enjoy the tree," she said softly. "I'll go make something to drink in a while."

***

Neville smiled and wrapped his arms around her, sighing. The fairies on the tree even seemed to approve. He used his legs to push and start the chair gently rocking. He leaned back, the feel of Gin's head against his shoulder, he weight in his lap and couldn't think of a time he had ever been happier.
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