Note: Okay, this is the last one. When we left off, Ginny was peeved at Harry, who attacked Malfoy, who'd gone to the Burrow to see Harry to get permission to see his dad in Azkaban. Now, Harry's got to apologize and speak with his old friends…

"Ginny?" Harry called, knocking gently on the door. "Would you please come out?"

Something crashed to the floor inside. "Why should I? Want to have a go at me next, I expect? Then what?" Something else shattered against a wall as she began sobbing.

"Why would I want to yell at you? I only want to say I'm sorry. That was right out of line. I should've heard him out instead of leeching onto the past. I acted like…like—"

"A troll."

"Right, and--"

"An ogre."

"Okay, and I—"

"Acted worse then an engorged dragon."

"Look, I get that your angry, but could you at least try to let me finish?"

Ginny was silent, so Harry continued. "So, I was wondering…your mum suggested I pop in on Ron and Hermione, so I thought maybe…."

There was a light POP at the bottom of the stairway as Ginny apparated. "Well, come on, then! Are you going to stand there like a Bogart in a dress or are you going to call Ron and Hermione?"

Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione's faces were looking out from the fireplace.

"Harry? Ginny! Oh, it's so good to see you! How has your Christmas been? Ours was spectacular! First we--!"

Ron cut her off. "Come on, Hermione, they won't be able to breathe at this rate, let alone tell us about their holiday."

She frowned slightly. "Fine. Sorry. Go on then, how have you two bet getting on?"

Ginny glanced at Harry, the corners of her mouth twitching. He sighed and told his friends what had been happening all that day.

"Bloody hell! Malfoy was in my house?! If he hurt mum…"

Hermione grasped his shoulder. "I think you're missing the point, Ronald. Harry's is going through some problems. I should think the last thing on your mind is whether or not Malfoy called her names."

He muttered something, but nodded in agreement.

"Now, Harry, you know perfectly well that everything worked out back then. There's no reason to let these things bother you. This isn't the season, isn't the day. Right, Ron?"

"Well, there was that one time with the spiders…"

"RON!"

"Sorry, sorry. Look, mate, I know this stuff took a toll on you, but now you're taking a toll on them. Let it go. If nothing else, let your kids enjoy their Christmases. It's a happy time, you know?"

"That's right," Mrs. Weasley said as she walked by. "Listen to Ron. I'm sure he knows all about kids enjoying their Christmases…"

Even in the fire, Ron's ears could still be seen, redder than ever. Everyone laughed.

"You're right, everyone. I'm sorry I've been acting like a jerk. Can you all forgive me?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded.

Ginny smiled and gave him a hug.

"Yea, alright, Dad, you're forgiven," James said, pushing through everyone. "But can we please open our presents now?"

Everyone laughed at that.

"Of course, son. Happy Christmas."