A/N Christmas again, so I thought I'd add another bit!

Hermione and Ginny sat together on an overstuffed couch by the fire drinking their hot chocolate and covered in think blankets. Harry and Ron, in what seemed to be a fit of gallantry, had offered to clean the table. That had been a good half hour ago, but the two women were far from worried.

"I wonder what's taking them so long," Ginny commented, sipping at her drink.

"I don't know, but whatever it is I hope it keeps them occupied a while longer. I don't know how much more complaining I could handle from those two!" Ginny snorted.

"Harry and Ron have been toning it down all evening, I don't even want to know how you deal with being alone in a house all day with Ron, of all people." They both burst out laughing. Hermione almost spilled her hot chocolate.

"It's a lot of yelling!" Hermione said when she had recovered.

"I don't know how you do it, I could barely stand being in the same house as him when I had plenty of other people to talk to!" Ginny commented, tucking a strand of her long, flaming red hair behind her ear.

SMASH

Both women whipped their heads in the direction of the kitchen and the voices that were suddenly raised.

"RON! Quick! Fix it!"

"It wasn't me!"

Ginny and Hermione both shook their heads and made their way out of their comfortable positions and into the chaos of the kitchen. Where, apparently, a very large mountain troll had recently come and gone.

Somehow, the two friends had managed to not only leave the dishes they were supposed to be washing in pieces, but create a large, still smoking hole in the sink; some evident fire damage on the cabinets surrounding it, general debris strewn about the kitchen, and a fine layer of dust that was still settling. Hermione was furious.

"RONALD WEASLEY! HARRY POTTER! HOW DARE YOU DESTROY MY KITCHEN!" Ginny had dissolved into a fit of giggles, which she was unsuccessfully trying to hide in her hand. Both Harry and Ron had shrunk into a corner and seemed to be making themselves as small as possible as Hermione continued yelling. Until Ron decided to take charge.

"What are you yelling at me for?" he interrupted. "Harry's the one who can't control his magic!" Harry looked at his best friend in horror. They were surely doomed. Ginny's face fell instantly at the comment. Harry had been having issues with controlling his magic ever since the flashbacks had started. She walked toward him and gripped his hand in hers as Hermione continued her assault.

"Come on, Hermione, it was a accident-" Ginny began.

"AN ACCIDENT? THIS- THIS IS PLANNED! HOW CAN TWO PEOPLE MANAGE TO DESTROY THIS MUCH WITHOUT A PLAN!" Ginny flinched and retreated further into the corner to withstand the rest Hermione's anger, which lasted at least an hour longer before she let up long enough for them to apologize and clean up their mess. Soon after, Ron expressed his need for sleep and Harry and Ginny gratefully slipped out with promises to see them tomorrow at the Burrow.

Once the two were finally back at their own home, Harry managed to speak.

"Well Ginny, Merry Christmas!" he kissed her lightly on the head and tottered into their bedroom without another word.