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Ginny stirred, waking up and squinting at the bright light in the room. She turned her head and looked up. Draco was sleeping behind her his arm draped over her waist. Quietly and carefully she slythered out of the bed. She glanced around looking for her clothes. Not finding them she slipped Draco's quidditch jersey on. It was ridiculously big on her, the sleeves falling to her finger tips and the bottom hem fell to just above mid thigh. Throwing her hair up in a messing ponytail, Ginny left the room.

She made her way to the kitchenette, peering into the mini fridge and cupboards to find breakfast. She found eggs and bacon and began to cook them. She was buttering toast when she felt rather than heard Draco come down the stairs.

"Morning, Sleepyhead," she sing-songed.

She got no response so she turned to look at him. He stood leaning against the door jam in nothing but his sleeper pants that were slung low over his hip bones. He was smiling as he watched her busy herself with the food.

"I want to wake up to this every morning. My girlfriend wearing my shirt, making breakfast for the two of us in our kitchen," he stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he buried his head in her neck, placing kisses along her collarbone. She sighed contendly as she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.

He pulled away after a minute. She whimpered at the loss of contact. Draco chuckled. Ginny glared at him.

"Need help finishing breakfast, Love?" he asked.

"Nope, it's all done. Here," she handed him a plate with three pieces of toast, a mountain of eggs, and a whole side of bacon. He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, I'm used to cooking for brothers that never stop eating."

"It's fine," he sat on the floor in front of the couch and she sat behind him, his head resting on her thigh. He took a bite of the eggs, his eyes widening. "These are really good."

"Thanks, but they're just eggs," she shrugged.

"Really good eggs though. Even the house elves can't beat this."

"Well, thank you," she smiled as he enthusiastically scarfed down the rest of his meal.

Once they had both eaten their fill, they went up to their rooms to get dressed. The Hogwarts Express was leaving in an hour and a half to take students home for the holidays. Both of them were going home to spend Christmas with their respective families. They met back in the common room forty-five minutes before they had to leave. They sat on the couch and chatted about classes and their plans for break. Draco had his back to the armrest of the couch and Ginny sat between his legs, leaning back against his chest.

"I wish you could spend Christmas with me," Ginny confessed. Draco smiled into her hair.

"Me too, Love," he kissed her forehead. He suddenly sat up, causing Ginevera to fall forward. She huffed indignantly. He grinned sheepishly.

"What was that about?" she asked, miffed.

"Sorry, I just remembered, I have your gift. I wanted to see you open it," he spoke as he pulled a long thin box from his robes. She looked curiously at it. "Happy Christmas, Love," he murmured as he handed it to her, kissing her lovingly on the lips.

"Draco," she gasped happily as she lifted the lid. Inside was a silver chain with a small dragon pendent. The dragon was curled around a small emerald in the shape of a heart. She gingerly lifted it from its velvet bedding. She admired how it sparkled in the sun that streamed through the windows.

"I wanted to make sure you remembered me over your break," he said with a smirk. She laughed.

"Put it on me?" she implored. Draco nodded taking it from her. She turned lifting her hair from her shoulders. He carefully placed it on her neck where the dragon rested on her breastbone. She fingered the necklace in awe.

"When did you have time to go shopping for this?" she asked as he placed a kiss to the back of her neck before he turned her back around to look at her.

"Remember the day that I said that I had to go into Hogsmeade for 'business'? Well, I was actually meeting Gerard, our family jeweler. He has some of the best items in the Wizarding world. He hand crafts each of his pieces. I had him custom make this for you," he explained. Ginny's eyes widened.

"Draco! This must have cost a fortune! You shouldn't have spent so much on me. Here," Ginny reached back to take it off. Draco gently grabbed her hands.

"No, Ginevera. I gave it to you, it's a gift. You keep it. I don't care how much it costs. Money isn't a concern. I would buy you the world if you asked for it. I would do anything for you. Besides, my mother insisted that I get something nice for you for Christmas. Please, just accept it?" Draco clasped her tiny hands in his, his eyes searching her face.

"Thank you," she whispered, blushing rosy pink. He smiled widely at her, cupping her face in his hands before kissing her.

After a few minutes she pulled away. She giggled suddenly. He looked questioningly at her. She grinned before getting up and going to her trunk. She pulled a silver and green wrapped parcel out from amongst her clothes and books. She handed it to him.

"Happy Christmas," she said as he glanced up at her.

"You didn't have to buy me anything, Gin," he said even as he began to unwrap his gift.

"I didn't. I made it."

Draco looked up at her as he revealed a soft emerald green sweater with a silver dragon on the front.

"Ironic, isn't it?" she laughed.

"You made this?" he asked, stunned.

"Yes, it's not as good as my Mum makes, but-" He silenced her with a kiss.

"It's perfect. Thank you," he said pulling away so he could pull it over his T-shirt.

"Mind you, once Mum finds out we're dating, you'll get a proper one with your initials on it. She makes us new ones every year. You're bound to get a few."

"Well, if she sends one thank her for me."

"You can thank her yourself. You can come to the annual Weasley New Year's party if you'd like."

"Really? Your family won't mind?"

"Mostly no. Ron will throw a hissy fit, and George might give you the cold shoulder for a bit, but the rest won't care. Really, they 'just want me to be happy'," she used her fingers to make quotations around the sentence. She rolled her eyes, "Something about being the only girl and the youngest. Just don't piss them off. You might not live to regret it."

Draco chuckled, shaking his head.

"What did I get myself into?" he asked, still laughing.

"You haven't seen the half of it," she grinned wickedly.

"Uh oh. . . I don't like that look, Ginevera," he said as he backed away, a grin of his own plastered to his face. She smirked, and it was so Malfoy like, Draco had to blink.

"Scared, Malfoy?" she purred as she inched closer to him.

"It would hurt your feelings for me to say no, so yes," he responded cheekily. She hit him with a pillow from the sofa, giggling again. He made to grab it, joining in her laughter.

She tossed the pillow aside and put her arms around his neck. His hands held her hips.

"Happy Christmas, Draco."

"Happy Christmas, Love."