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A/N: This drabble was written for the OSS Drabble Challenge at the DG Forum on FFnet. The rules were to write a short drabble inspired from a post in the One Sentence Story thread.

This one is credited to Aerileigh's sentence, post #159.

"Draco slowly held up the vibrant lemon-yellow article of clothing, and Ginny had to stifle a giggle at her blushing husband as his mother-in-law forcibly assisted him in pulling his first ever Weasley Christmas jumper over his garnet ears."

A Weasley Christmas

They all knew what was coming. It was a tradition at the Weasley home, one that had been carried out since all the Weasley kids could remember. Ginny had just conveniently forgotten to mention that fact to her husband.

Molly picked up a rather lumpy package and read the label. "This one is for...Ah, this one is for Draco." She smiled fondly at the blond man, who gave a forced smile in return, and handed him the present.

Ginny knew by his raised eyebrow that he had just judged the tacky wrapping paper at one sickle. She inwardly grinned at the wound his snobbish sensibilities would endure when he saw what was inside.

Unlike her brothers, who often attacked their presents like wild animals, Draco carefully removed the wrapping with what could only be described as haughty elegance. His expression, which had been resigned at most, suddenly froze, and a light flush stole to his cheeks; gradually spreading until his normally pale face rivalled the red of his wife's hair.

Draco slowly held up the vibrant lemon-yellow article of clothing, and Ginny had to stifle a giggle at her blushing husband as his mother-in-law forcibly assisted him in pulling his first ever Weasley Christmas jumper over his garnet ears. Her brothers were not so thoughtful, Ron laughing so hard that he actually fell off his chair.

"You're one of us now, Malfoy," said Fred, slapping a hand on Draco's back.

"You've even got a black D for Draco," piped in George.

"Like a Hufflepuff," snorted Ron, and once again started chuckling.

Draco was too polite to make a retort, especially under the expectant gaze of Molly, and so resigned himself with another forced smile.

"Thank you, Mrs Weasley," he gritted out. "It's very...warm."

Molly beamed at him and then fluttered off to hand out another of her knitted jerseys.

Ginny smiled proudly at her husband. He had passed the first test, and tonight he would get his reward.

But first that awful jumper would have to come off.