Ron, Harry, and Hermione went upstairs, where Andrea was sitting and waiting for them. Harry and Ron were looking really nervous, for some reason. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Neither of them got their girlfriends a Christmas Eve present," she told Andrea.

"Ronald!" Andrea cried sharply. Then she got up and she looked into the eyes of Ron, who looked rather frightened. "I don't care, I love you. It is the thought that counts, after all."

They were kissing. Harry whispered to Hermione, "She could give Sirius a run for his money."

Just then, who should pop into the room but Meg herself? She was humming "Here Comes the Bride" to herself happily. Beaming, she even kissed Harry on the top of his head.

"Guess what you guys?" she said. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were rather overbright. "Finally, we figured out when we should have our wedding. It's on February 1. So soon!"

"Congratulations," said Andrea matter-of-factly, detaching herself from Ron.

"I know," said Meg, happy tears forming in her eyes. "It was my idea in the first place and Sirikins says he agrees with it…I'm going to get him…I want him around all the time now!"

"She is obsessed," said Ron, watching Meg go out of the room, long rose-pink robes sweeping after her. "I mean…she's having her wedding so SOON…she wants him around all the time…did you see her face when she came in, I mean, she was basically crying with happiness, you know…"

"That's how you feel when you're in love, Ron," said Hermione impatiently.

"How would you know?" Ron retorted. Hermione rolled her eyes. Just then Andrea came up and, once again, she grabbed Ron's arm, looking into his eyes…but this time she looked angry.

"So you're saying our relationship isn't serious?" she said. "Was it all just a game to you?"

"No…but…did I say that?" Ron said, looking at Andrea. "Of course it's not…I mean…It's not like…I mean, I sometimes say things I don't mean…it's one of my bad habits, you know…h-honey?"

Andrea rested her head on Ron's shoulder and said, "No…it's okay, baby…I say things I don't mean, too…it might be a bad habit we all have…I just…we're as close as we ever were, right baby?"

Ron never had time to answer, because…just then, Meg came back into the room, pulling Sirius's arm. Finally, Sirius looked around the room, smiling. He too looked rather euphoric, but not as much as his wife-to-be. The pair of them sometimes acted more like teenagers than adults.

"Sirikins, I can't stand it when I don't have you near," said Meg, looking up into Sirius's face. "That's good, you know. We're going to be married soon…I can't believe it…I love you, Sirius."

"I love you too, Meg," said Sirius, so quietly no one but Meg could really hear.

"You're the best man on Earth," said Meg. "You're handsome, kind, smart, brave…I think I might be the luckiest woman in the world to have you…oh, yes…of course I am…I really am…"

"Don't give me so much credit," said Sirius, laughing, his voice muffled by Meg's hair.

"Well, you deserve it," said Meg (while the pair of them were French-kissing, Andrea and Ron were looking at each other with wide eyes. They couldn't believe that there was someone who kissed more than they did, which wasn't really that possible). "I'm so glad we're going to be married soon."

"Me too," said Sirius. "Anyway…how are you all? I mean, I've been sort of caught up with Meg, and I didn't mean to be neglectful…We've got a wedding coming up in two months now though."

"Hey…you know what that reminds me of?" said Ron enthusiastically. "It reminds me of the time where there was the Yule Ball, and Snape and Lockhart were fighting over Meg, because Snape didn't know who Celeste Grimmauld was yet, and then he put her under the Romance Charm? And then it broke just when they were about to kiss, because of Sirius, and then Sirius put up the mistletoe in the Gryffindor common room, and then Harry had to kiss Bridget Sharlas who missed her own arm when Andrea tried to give her kissing lessons." He laughed at the story he had just told. "It was so funny."

"It was not, Ron," said Harry indignantly. He did not like to be reminded of that story.

"Anyway, I still can't believe she actually missed her own arm," said Ron, completely ignoring Harry and continuing to talk about the girl Bridget Sharlas. "I mean, that's, like, totally impossible!"

"You'd think," said Andrea, rolling her eyes.

"Why did you do that, anyway, Sirius?" said Hermione. "I mean, you only stayed with us at Hogwarts for a day or something, and then you took off on such short notice you didn't tell anybody except Harry about how you were leaving with Meg to the Bahamas…but what about the mistletoe?"

"I don't know. I just did…" said Sirius. "Because the teachers didn't, I thought it was Christmas-y…"

"Oh," said Hermione, looking at Sirius, wondering what would have happened if he hadn't put mistletoe up in the portrait hole doorway. "Well, it was sort of dumb, anyway. And then after that…Ron bashed our heads together, as he already said…" She glared at Ron, who was now sniggering quietly.

"You don't have to get so crabby," said Andrea. She went over to Ron and started kissing him again. Ron looked so happy that he had a girlfriend who loved kissing. Hermione just rolled her eyes.