Ron finished towelling off his hair and pulled on a shirt. He'd gotten to sleep a lot later than normal, take his time showering and getting ready, and was looking forward to his mum's cooking and seeing everyone. It was hard to complain about a day that started off like that. He had a broad smile on his face as he came out into the sitting room to see Harry and Hermione were already there.
"Happy Christmas!" he said brightly, coming around and plopping on the couch next to Harry. It was only then that he saw the expressions on his friends' face, and his brow furrowed in confusion. "What? Don't tell me you're still on about the jumper." He gave the red jumper in Harry's lap a pointed look, then glanced between the two. "It's Christmas."
He hated the idea that a break-up so many years ago could still affect things, assuming that was what was on Harry's mind. It wasn't right to be so glum on Christmas. He elbowed Harry. "Come on, mate. Hermione's gotten me something that's heavy." He chuckled, hoping the mood would catch. "Yours looks like a book. I'm dying to see that one."