Author's Note: So here goes, Part Four of «Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas». I would just like to take this momento to thank everyone's who read and to wish a very Merry BIG Christmas to everyone! :)
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
by Lorelai Grint
Part Four
Ginny had always loved the Christmas decorations in the Burrow. Even the ugly gnome that had played the part of the angel for the Christmas tree in the previous year had gained a special spot in her heart. She was the Christmas type of girl.
Fred and George had excelled themselves this Christmas by finding the most exquisite Christmas decorations for their family house. Real fairies outside glistening – just as seen in the Yule Ball – made a real show out of their backyard by night. Lately, Ginny used to sit by her bedroom window watching them until she felt tired enough to obligate herself to fall asleep. Nevertheless, she could never manage to feel that warmth in her heart, the one she would usually always feel by this time of the year.
Looking around the sitting room, glancing at the marvellous colourful bright Christmas tree, the fireplace cracking with the sound of the chestnuts Mrs. Weasley had just put there and the gigantic Snow Man the twins had bought, she felt cold. Christmas didn't even mean that much to her anymore – and, in truth, that kind of troubled her. But how was she supposed to tell this to Fred and George?
The twins were watching her intently, apparently considering whether they should be concerned or not by their sister's frozen posture. Ginny felt startled by that.
'What's wrong with you two?'
'With us?', Fred let out a shaky giggle. 'It's not us who are standing there looking demented!'
'I'm not looking demented', Ginny replied angrily. 'I was just thinking'.
'Blimey', George sneered. 'It's that much of an effort to you?'
'I really am going to murder you two someday', Ginny's eyes made her words all more believable.
'Fantastic! You're really getting into the holidays spirit!'
'Perhaps our lifeless heads could even take the place of the angel on the tree!'
'Well, mine definitely could. Not so sure about yours, though; it's kinda damaged goods, ain't it? No ear and all…'
When George made to strangle him, Fred yelled. 'No, you can't! It's Ginny who's going to do it, remember?'.
They both stopped fooling around, sat each on each side of the couch and motioned Ginny to sit between them. Fred tapped the couch. 'Here, little girl, talk to Uncle Fred and Uncle George!'. So maybe they didn't cut fooling around completely; however, they were doing their best.
Ginny sat but stayed silent. Fred and George exchanged swift looks, apparently deciding on the best technique. Then George made his first move.
'So you miss Harry!', he stated. 'Go!'
'What are you doing?', Fred asked, positively alarmed. 'That wasn't what we had decided!'
'No? Seems like this telepathic thing isn't working properly anymore'.
'Nice and easy, mate', Fred shrugged. 'Yours was more of a Hippogriff-in-crystal-store approach'.
