"Nope." Hermione caught the half-flick of his eyes toward the Christmas tree. She had a present for Ron, too, but that could be opened later.
Much later.
"I'm already here," she said, and began moving back toward the hearth. She'd always loved how his hair seemed alive near fire or candlelight, and the dim glow of the Christmas tree made it even better. "Love you - "
She lowered herself to the thick, soft rug by the fireplace and held out her arms. It wasn't grand, or luxurious, but it was Ron's flat and Ron, and that was more than enough.