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25 Days of Christmas

Fourth Day of Christmas

"I don't know what I want for Christmas, Gin." Harry repeated for the fifth time, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice.

"Humph." Ginny sighed, crossed her arms, and stuck out her lower lip.

Harry grinned at her, thinking about how much she reminded him of Ron. "Ginny, you look like a two year old."

She looked at him, still pouting. "Do not." She replied, obviously trying hard to keep the laughter out of her voice.

He raised his eyebrows pointedly. "Now you're acting like it." He got up from his seat on the floor, and crawled on his knees over to her seat on the couch. "Gin, I don't date two year olds. Hate to brake it to you."

She looked down at him, stuck out her tongue, then broke into gales of laughter.

Harry chuckled at her, and waited for to calm down before taking her hands in his own. "Gin, I promise I will think about what you can get me. But at this very moment, I really can't think of a thing." He rubbed his thumb over her hand.

"Okay, okay. I'll leave you be." Ginny said, and slid out of her chair onto the floor next to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, and sighed dramatically. "But I still wanna know." She looked up, and widened her deep brown eyes.

Harry poked her side, making her twist out his arms, and squeal.

"I thought you where going to leave me be, Ginny Weasley!" Harry grinned at her.

She jumped up, and ran to the other side of the couch. "No! What can I get for your Christmas present?"

Harry also got up, and laughed. "You can buy me a flying pig." He started towards her, but she moved, making sure to keep the couch between them.

"What color?" Ginny demanded, beaming at him.

Harry rolled his eyes. "A magenta one. I want a magenta, flying pig."

She nodded her head, and flopped onto the couch. "Okay. I'll get you a flying pig."

He shook his head, and sank down next to her. "Truce." He called.

Ginny nodded. "Okay. Truce. But I want a list by Friday. Today is December 2nd, Harry. There's only twenty-three days left until Christmas."

"I know, I know." Harry said, enveloping her tightly in a hug. "What about you, little Miss Christmas-Police? What do you want?"

Ginny tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well, maybe something for Arnold. And some good Quidditch gloves would be nice."

Harry grinned at her. "It's a little hard to think of things when you're put on the spot, isn't it?"

Ginny elbowed him. "Shut your mouth. Be nice to me."

He laughed, and kissed her. "You are very amusing."

"I'm amusing? What am I, a source of entertainment for you, Mr. Potter?" Ginny asked, a mock look of hurt on her face.

"Always, Gin. You are always a good source of entertainment." Harry replied.

She was about to reply, when the common room door opened, and slammed shut a second later. Hermione walked into the room, burdened down by her usual post-library armful of books.

"Harry, could you take a few of these?" She said from behind the large stack of heavy-looking volumes of books.

He quickly took half of the stack from her, and set them on one of the tables. "Think you got enough books, Hermione?"

She looked at the books, then back at him. "I believe it will suffice." She answered, and slid into a plush armchair. "I have about a million reports to do, and Neville asked me to help him out with the report Snape gave him."

"I'm sorry." Ginny said sympathetically. "I suppose it would be the wrong time to ask if you could help me with my Charms paper, then."

Hermione put a hand over her face. "It would. But I can find time to help you, if you really need it."

Ginny shook her head, though Hermione couldn't see her behind her hand. "No, never mind. I'll see if someone else can help."

"I can help, Ginny." Harry offered, thinking that though he wasn't as good as Hermione was at Charms, he knew a fair bit.

Ginny perked up, and smiled, making Harry's stomach do the strange flip it always did whenever she smiled like that. "Really? Oh, that would be great!"

"Sure Gin, no problem." Harry replied. "When is it due?"

She was silent for a moment, and then answered, slightly less happily, "Monday."

Harry nodded. "That should be no problem, we can work on it tomorrow night, alright?"

"Thanks." She said, then made to say something else when Ron almost ran into the room, Lavender right behind him, laughing. They started to make out again; seeing as they had just been doing so; when they spotted them.

Ron's ears turned bright red. "Oh. Hi Harry, Ginny." He pointedly ignored Hermione. Lavender looked at the three, then at Hermione, who was also pretending they weren't there, and turned back to Ron. "Won-Won, I'm going to go to bed now. Nighty-night!" She chirped, and started to skip off towards the stairs that led towards the girl's dormitories, but Ron grabbed her by the wrist, and kissed her, almost picking her up off her feet. Lavender blushed when he set her down, but continued on to bed.

"Hey guys." Ron said gruffly, seating himself next to Harry, farthest away from Hermione as he could.

"Evening, Ron. You and Lavender have fun tonight?" Ginny said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ron didn't seem to notice his sister's attitude. "Ya, we did. We went on a walk."

"That's nice." Responded Ginny, rolling her eyes at Harry, who chose not to say anything.

"Lavender is really great, Harry." Ron announced. "She's so nice. She's always doing stuff for me."

"It should be the other way around, shouldn't it, Ronald?" Hermione snapped.

Ron glared at her, but ignored her just the same. "Lavender wants to go to Madam Puddifoots at the next Hogsmeade trip. She says that's where all the couples go." He said, not noticing that no one cared.

"None of us wants to hear about Lav-Lav, Ronald." Hermione growled, looking extremely mad.

He immediately flared up, always defensive. "No one asked you, Hermione!"

Hermione sent A Look at him, which made Harry flinch, having once before been on the receiving end of ones of Hermione Looks, and remembering the wrath it brought.

Ron didn't seem to notice, much to Harry's dismay. "Why do you even care, anyways?"

Hermione bristled. "I don't! I just don't want to see you and Lavender Brown snogging everywhere. I can't hardly sit anywhere, anymore, because I'm afraid I'll sit somewhere where you drooled all over her!"

"I do not drool!" Ron shouted, his face flushing bright red from embarrassment and anger. He was now standing face to face with Hermione.

"I think this is going to last for a while. Abandon ship while we can, you think?" Ginny suggested.

He nodded. "Good idea. Let's leave quietly." They both slipped out of their seats, and carefully ascended the stairs. "Night, Ginny." Harry said, kissing her goodbye.

She waved at him. "Bye." She whispered back, walking up the stairs.

A/N Good evenning, morning, and afternoon to all! I hope everyone liked this chapter, I liked writing it, at least. I will keep on introducing charectors, but I wanted to come back to Harry and company. So, what did you all think of this? I want to know! I love getting reviews, it really does make my day. So please review. I love getting both anoynamous and signed reviews, so please feel free to do both! Thank you to the three reviewers, I was so happy to see that people actually do care! I have my Christmas tree up, does anyone else? We lights around our house, and the house will soon smell of cookies and such, because my mother and I are going to start baking soon! Hurray! She makes the best cookies and candies, and I'm not just saying that. I don't if anyone else has had these, cordial cherries. So good, and we make them from scratch. Yum. Alright, I'm sure that everyone thinks/knows that I am a pig, especially when it comes to sweets, so I'll just stop digging my nice little hole in the ground. Review!

Merry Christmas!

Her-My-Oh-Knee

Sam