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Draco woke up, realised it was Christmas morning, and groaned. He didn't want to get up today, didn't want to see the Weasleys opening presents, and have them taunt him because he hadn't any. He'd stay in bed, he decided. Unfortunately, Ginny had other ideas, as she bounced cheerfully into the room.
"Merry Christmas, Draco!" She ruffled his hair, and tried to pull him out of bed. Draco, however, had other ideas, and pulled Ginny down next to him. They lay there for a few moments, enjoying their precious time alone. They both knew that her family would have a fit if they found out, but that was a risk they were willing to take in order to be together.
"Come on, Draco. Someone will come to look for us if we're not downstairs soon."
"Oh, ok then. If I have to." Draco sounded incredibly unenthusiastic. As they entered the lounge, they saw an enormous Christmas tree with presents piled high underneath it. Ginny immediately started digging through the pile with everyone else, but instead of ripping open the parcel, she handed it to Draco.
"That's for you."
He looked utterly shocked, but managed to remove the wrapping paper. Inside was a green jumper with a silver dragon on the front. A Weasley jumper. He pulled it on, quickly realising how warm they were. One of the twins (he still couldn't tell which was which) tossed him another parcel, with a near-perfect Malfoy smirk. This worried Draco, as he now knew to beware of the twins.
"Aren't you going to open it?" The other one looked over, and watched closely. Realising he had no choice, he carefully removed the elaborate ribbon they'd tied round it. When nothing happened, he became even more nervous. Trying not to show it, however, he tore the wrapping paper off. Then the expected explosion occurred. A cloud of glitter and smoke burst out of the parcel and enveloped Draco. He tried to waft it away with his hands, but it had no effect. When the cloud finally cleared, Draco was revealed, complete with antlers and glowing red nose. The box in his hands turned out to be from the twins' joke shop, Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes.
"We thought you needed to lighten up a bit!" Everybody groaned.
"Fred, stop with the stupid jokes."
"Personally, Gred, I thought that was rather a good one."
"Why, thank you, Forge."
"Better than usual, anyway."
Fred glared at George, and they started throwing pieces of wrapping paper at each other.
"Boys, calm down." Molly didn't sound too annoyed with them; after all, it was Christmas.
"Sorry to interrupt here, but how do I get rid of these things?" Draco gestured to the antlers and red nose.
"Oh, those. They'll wear off in an hour or so." Ginny and Draco shared a knowing glance. An hour to the twins was more like three or four hours. Still, by the time Christmas dinner was ready, they'd have disappeared. Meanwhile, the rest of the presents were opened. Ginny received a beautiful set of dress robes from Draco, along with an invitation to the next Hogwarts ball as his partner. She gave him a quick hug and said she'd be glad to accept. Ron observed all this with a glare on his face, but he didn't dare say anything else about Draco Malfoy. Not until they were back at Hogwarts, anyway.
As she set the dinner on the table, Mrs Weasley gave everyone a stern look.
"Let's keep things civilised this year, please." She reserved a particularly nasty look for Fred and George.
"What did we do?" They tried to appear innocent.
"You know perfectly well what you did," she turned to Arthur, "and you're not to encourage them either."
Despite her warnings, the meal was absolute chaos. It was, as usual, the twins' fault. They'd been throwing food for the other to catch, when one piece hit Ginny in the face, splattering gravy all over her. She flung it back, and a full-scale food fight soon began.
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Later, the twins could be seen on their hands and knees scrubbing the floor, while Molly stood over them, supervising. Draco and Ginny crept past, so that she didn't see or hear them, and force them to join in with the cleaning. When they got back upstairs, an owl was waiting for Draco. It wasn't his father's owl, so it couldn't be too bad, he thought.
"Draco,
Your father has been to Hogwarts demanding to see you. Expect a letter from him soon asking what you were doing. I told him that you were out running errands with Professor Flitwick, although he did not seem to believe me.
Albus Dumbledore."
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