Hello! This is my first fanfiction, so since your here, why not read it?

Harry, Ron and Hermione are in their 6th year. Some of the things will be the same from the books...but only little things. The plot, however, is mine.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I only own the plot.

Voldemort's cold laugh pierced Harry's scar. Images of Cedric, Sirius, his mother and father flashed through his mind. Prongs, Wormtail, Lupin, a green flash shining through his eyelids, the Death Eaters...Hermione...Ron...Ginny, lying on the floor of the Chamber of Secrets. Cho smiling, Ginny smiling...Voldemort...Tom Riddle, laughing and pointing his wand at him...

Harry woke with a start. He felt his scar prickle. He touched it. It was a dream, only a dream. He told himself. He turned over in his bed to say good morning to Ron. He wasn't there. Startled that Ron hadn't waited for him, Harry sat up.

A pile of presents at the foot of his bed reminded him that it was Christmas. He looked over at Ron's bed and saw that he had already opened all his presents. Harry shrugged to himself and got up out of bed.

Just as Harry finished getting dressed he heard someone coming up the dormitory stairs. He knew it wasn't Seamus, Dean or Neville-they had all gone away for Christmas. He presumed it was Ron, and so was slightly surprised when he saw Hermione's bushy hair bobbing up the stairway.

"Do you know where Ron is?" Harry asked as soon as she entered.

"Wha-Oh. Yes, he's in the common room." She looked somewhat amused. "You haven't opened your presents yet." She nodded at the foot of his bed.

"Yeah," Harry said, and he sat down on the edge of his bed and picked up the biggest parcel. "Might as well get started."

Hermione stood in the doorway as he opened his presents, which included the usual sweater-green with a large Golden Snitch on the front-from Mrs Weasly, a large box of Weasly's Wizard Wheezes products from Fred and George and a box of his own homemade treacle from Hagrid.

Harry threw the last parcel aside (A book, Quidditch Tactics, from Ron) and looked up at Hermione.

"You haven't given me a present, I noticed. Annoyed at me for some reason?"

"No, I just wanted to give it to you personally." She walked over, sat next to him and passed him a small box. He opened it and glanced silver.

"You gave me jewellery?" Harry asked incredulously.

"It's not any old jewellery, Harry. It's a Agentumyilan chain."

"Age tum what?"

"It has special powers. Only the owner of it can take it off, and it'll protect you from many things. And...some other things..." She blushed, but Harry didn't notice. He had picked up the silver chain. It slivered up his arm like a snake, and stayed there comfortably.

He looked up at Hermione. "Thanks, but..." He pulled at the thin chain and it instantly fell into his hand. "Are you sure it's safe? It's not going to choke me or anything?"

Hermione nodded and shook her head. "It won't." She looked at him. He looked back at her. They were silent, and only the chain moved as it snaked up Harry's arm again and under his sleeve.

For a moment, Harry looked into Hermione's brown eyes. They looked complicated. But also pleasant and kind...and pretty. He reached out his hand to touch her arm. He stopped midway. She blushed again, got up and quietly made her way back down the stairs. Harry sat on his bed for a while afterwards, thinking, until he decided to go down to the common room.

Hermione wasn't there, but Ron was. He was sitting on an armchair in front of the fire, looking dumbfounded.

"Hey Ron, what's up?"

Ron looked over at Harry, slowly taking him in. Then he stuttered slowly, "Did she expect...Dunno...I mean...Harry, look!" He held up a thick gold chain that had been in his pocket. A third year that was passing by with his friends snickered. Ron shot them a dirty look and they scampered out of the portrait hole. Harry took a closer look at Ron's present.

"Wait...did...?"

He let out a shout of laughter. Dangling from the chain were the words "My Sweetheart."

Ron quickly hid the chain again.

"It's from Lavender. Luckily she's to busy with the Christmas Ball to follow me around."

"Why don't you just break up with her?"

"It's not that easy, Harry. C'mon, let's go eat, I'm starving."

"Yeah, sure." Harry followed Ron out of the portrait hole. He shook his head, and thought about the gold chain. For a moment he had thought Ron had also gotten a chain from Hermione. He was happy he hadn't, but he wasn't sure why.

Well, Chapter one is over. Now, review! I will update the story as soon as I can.

Oh, and a question: Which couples do you think I should include in this story?