Disclaimer: I wish it was mine, but I couldn't have done it nearly as well.

"Not so silent night, really unholy night, James is happy when she's tight. He's no virgin, likely he has a child, unholy James Potter so not tender or mild, sleeps with everything he sees, sleeps with everything he sees." I sang as I flounced into the 6th year boys dorm. It was Christmas morning and James was curled up in his bed with his messy black hair all around his face and a little bit of stubble on his pale cheeks.
Just as I was getting all hot and bothered he smiled and opened his eyes.

"You know you're going to get a bollocking if you get caught in here don't you?" he said sleepily.

"You know me, I like to live dangerously." I joked and sat on the end of his four poster. I handed James his present and he sat up quickly and looking like an excited puppy. He saw it was book shaped and his face fell.

"I promise it's not a book." I reassured him, and he smiled once more, my stomach did a little unexpected back flip which I ignored.

"Oh wow." He sighed as he flicked through the pages of the scrap book I had made for him; the pictures saw us go through all our years together. Through the bad hair cuts and Quidditch try-outs, pictures from the summers and holidays we had spent together, shots of me with his family and him with mine. I had put in notes we had passed in class and our little doodles, our owl results and sweet wrappers. In a nutshell (or a book) it was everything we shared.

"It's amazing." James sounded genuinely touched as he flipped through the pages of the huge leather bound book. He stood up and hugged me tight, I stood on the tips of my toes andinhaled his scent.

"You are the most amazing best friend in the whole world." He told me honestly.
I felt like I'd been stabbed when he said the word 'Friend' I flinched away. Christ knows why.
James turned around and pulled a huge parcel from under his bed and handed it to me with his cheeky grin spread across his face.

"You are going to love this mate!" He told me as I tore of the paper.

"FUCK BOLLOCKS ARESEHOLES! You little bastard! I don't believe it!" I screamed as I jumped on my best friend of 6 years, and pushed him back on his bed, but quickly jumped up when I realised the position we had been in.
I ran to his mirror and pulled on the leopard print coat frominside the parcel, I put it on carefully over my pyjamas. It was stunning, and exactly what I had wanted, poor James, it must have cost him weeks of me drooling over it and a fortune. He had come to stand behind me and I could see him in the mirror.

"So you like it then?" he asked laughing and running a hand through his unruly hair.
I started to jump up and down and squeal.

"I'll take that as a yes then." He pretty much plucked me out of the air and I hugged him tighter than he had hugged me, I stupidly allowed myself to be comfortable in his arms.

"James! Izzy!" the Potters and Weasleys greeted us as we stepped out of the large fireplace and into the Burrow, we each received Christmas hugs and kisses, and presents, James got a new Firebolt (lucky bastard.) and we each got a classic Weasley jumper, it was navy blue with a white 'I' on it, and James had a red one with gold 'J' on the front. We laughed and posed for pictures wearing them.
Later I was sat talking to the women when the men went to play Quidditch in the snow ("Its cold out there and we have sense.").
As is it was Christmas, a fair amount of alcohol had been consumed, so everyone was in a very happy and truthful mood.

"I must say, zis 'as been ze best chreezmaz yet." Fleur cooed from her spot on Hermione's knee in an arm chair.

"Defiantly," agreed Audrey, who proceeded to hiccup. Mrs Weasley summoned more drinks for the women and they all started their own little conversations. Ginny, James' mum, turned on the couch to face me, she
leant on her hand on the back of the old couch and began to play with her long red hair.

"Hello sweetheart." She smiled at me and I felt genuine love for her. "Are you having fun?" she reached with her free hand to stroke my face.

"You know I love it here," I told her honestly, she smiled sweetly, her eyes were a little unfocused, but I had known Ginny Potter for six years, and if anyone could hold their drink, she could.

"And we love having you sweetheart. I know it's hard not being with your family at Christmas." I nodded. I did kind of miss my parents, but I had opted to stay in England rather than go to see Gran in Spain. What is it with old Muggles and Spain? "I want to tell you something. Something very important," she suddenly didn't look as tipsy anymore, but she continued smiling and stroking my cheek. "When I was your age I realised I was in love. 16 is young I know, but when its right you just know, like everything you thought made your life perfect is dulled in comparison to that person, and you know you would give your life for them."

"Ginny, I don't see what this has to do with me. Why would you tell me this stuff?" she smiled knowingly

"Well, darling, this has a lot to do with you. I know my son, since the moment he was put in my arms I have been able to read him like an open book. And I know, that somewhere underneath the shagging around-" Ginny was cut off as I recoiled in horror for James that his mother knew this. "Oh Izzy don't worry I know. Anyway, beneath all of that, he knows, and I know, that you are the girl he loves from the bottom of his heart. And trust me, he has known for a while." I didn't realise I had started crying until Ginny pulled me to her and cuddled me.

"You really think that?" I asked her, wiping the tears from my face.

"I really do. And you love him too don't you?"

"I don't know. He's my best friend." I stood up and looked back at Ginny. "I need some air."

I walked outside and sat on the grass just away from the backdoor, I heard footsteps
behind me and someone plonk down next to me.

"My Dad just said the weirdest thing to me….."