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Chapter 11

Ginny POV

The next morning I was woken by a sharp knock on my door followed by the click of the lock being unlocked. I groaned and rolled over to see who woke me up at such an ungodly hour; the sun wasn't even up yet. Fred walked in, putting his wand back in his cloak. "Morning, Ginny," he said in an annoyingly cheerful voice. God, I hated morning people.

"Go away," I mumbled as I rolled back over and buried my face in my pillow.

He just laughed and kept talking as if I hadn't said anything. "George and I just got here. Mum said to get ready and come downstairs. Breakfast is nearly ready." And then he did one of the most dangerous things to do to me when I don't want to get up. He ripped the blanket off my bed.

Within seconds I was sitting up, wand pointed directly at him. Screw no magic outside of school. The ministry would never know it was me. "Fred Weasley, you ever do that to me again and you will find yourself at the wrong end of my strongest bat-bogey hex!" I screamed at him.

He merely laughed and shrugged. "Well, it never fails. I know how to get you up," he said cheerily before walking out as if nothing had happened.

I sighed and fell back onto my bed. Why did I have to live with morning people? I had no idea how in Merlin's name anyone could be a morning person. Slowly I opened my eyes again and sat up. I yawned and rubbed my eyes before standing up and going over to my dresser.

I stood in front of it, head resting on the top for a minute before getting some clothes out. It didn't make much sense that I was still tired because I had slept most of the day yesterday. I gathered my clothes up and opened my door, making my way down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. I had to wait outside the door for a sleepy Ron to make his way out and back up the stairs before I could go in, though.

As I was undressing I glanced up in the mirror and saw the necklace around my neck. Yesterday came flooding back to me in a split second. Draco on the platform, the kiss, finding the necklace in my hand. I sighed happily as I started the water, no longer tired in the least. I carefully took off the necklace and put it on top of my clothes before stepping into the stream of warm water.

I closed my eyes and let myself relive that kiss over and over in my mind for a minute. But then I realized that I was probably the last one up and if I didn't hurry and shower I would end up having to take a cold shower. I sighed and started rubbing the shampoo into my hair.

When I was done and out of the shower I quickly dried off and started getting dressed. What was I going to tell everyone? I thought as I clasped the necklace back around my neck. It's obviously expensive. They'll ask questions. Hmm… I didn't know where I was going to tell everyone I got the necklace from. But I couldn't bear to take it off. This was the only thing I had to prove that yesterday wasn't just a dream. It was proof that everything that had happened between Draco and I actually had happened and it wasn't just a figment of my imagination.

I sighed and, with a shrug, opened the door. I would make it up as I went along. Maybe nobody would ask. As I walked down the stairs I could smell wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. My empty stomach growled and reminded me that I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning.

When I walked in I noticed that almost everyone was downstairs and seated around the table already. I just plopped down in a chair between Fred and Bill, elbowing Fred as I sat down. "Ouch!" he said on reflex. I smiled and just shrugged as I sat down.

"Ronald Weasley, get down here!" Mum yelled up the stairs before putting the food on the table. I noticed her glance at my neck, eyes appraising the necklace for a second. I smiled and grabbed a few pancakes and put them on my plate.

Conversation erupted around the table and after a few minutes Ron came down the stairs, bleary eyed and still in his pajamas. I was in the middle of a large bite of pancakes when Bill turned to me and asked, "Where did you get that?" pointing to the necklace.

I took my time before swallowing. "A friend gave it to me for Christmas," I said nonchalantly before taking another bite of pancake.

"Who gave it to you? It looks expensive," he pointed out as he took a bite of his biscuits and gravy.

"Luna," I said as I reached for some bacon, hoping he would drop it.

"Lovegood?" he asked confused.

"Yeah, she's one of my friends. She said it wards off Nargels or something. I think she said her father makes them. Nothing expensive about it," I said with a laugh that I hoped sounded as amused as I meant it to, not the nervous laugh I was holding back. I rolled my eyes as I took a bite. I tried to pretend that I didn't notice that everyone was listening, wondering the same thing Bill had. "It looks nice so I'm wearing it," I said with a shrug.

It wasn't until everyone seemed to go back to their conversations, believing my explanation, before I relaxed. Well, I thought to myself as I talked with Harry and Ron, that went better than I thought it would. I think everyone believed me. I would need to write Luna though and tell her that I said she gave me a necklace. She wouldn't ask questions, that's what made her a good friend. She waited until you were ready to open up. She was perceptive, though, which might not be a good thing.

When everyone was done eating, Mum started telling us some things we needed to do. Even on Christmas Eve, we still had chores. Even Bill and Charlie were told to clean up the kitchen. Fleur, Bill's fiancée, was the only one not cleaning or doing one thing or another.

She was talking to Mum about how her mother cooked Christmas dinner. I could tell Mum was about to snap so I went over and told her that Fred and George were trying to replace the angel on the tree with a yellow Pygmy Puff. She glanced at me gratefully before running off to stop Fred and George from putting the Pygmy Puff though more torture as they were trying to fit the dress from the angel on it.

I just laughed and went back to cleaning up the living room, sighing as I passed the presents. Every year we would beg to open just one present on Christmas Eve and every year she said no. You would think we would have given up by now but, as Fred and George pointed out, maybe one day she would get tired of it and give in. So far, they hadn't been proven right.

The rest of the day wasn't as busy as it could have been. By the end of the day, we were all relaxed around the fire in the living room, every one of us gazing longingly at the presents under the tree. "Mum," Fred started to say.

"No," was her immediate answer. She didn't even turn from her conversation with Dad.

"But you didn't even let me ask my question!" he complained like a little kid, sticking his bottom lip out in a very pathetic pout, George doing the same.

She looked over and laughed. "What were you going to ask then, dear?" she asked.

All of us started mimicking the look on Fred's face as he asked her in an almost too sweet voice, "Can we open one present please? Just one?"

She looked around at all of us, her and dad both suppressing laughter, before saying as sternly as she could manage, "No." Fleur was the only one not involved in the conversation. She was looking confused at the pouting face Bill. Yes, not even the oldest of us had given up yet. "Off to bed," she said, standing up and pointing to the stairs. "All of you."

We all stood dejectedly and went upstairs to our separate rooms. When I opened my door, the first thing I noticed was that there were two large gray owls on my windowsill looking annoyed. I shut my door and ran to open the widow. They fluttered in and dropped a package with a letter tied to it on my bed before they both flew back out of the window, still looking annoyed. I wondered idly how long they had been waiting there.

I carefully picked up the package and sat down on my bed. I undid the strings holding the letter on top and picked it up. My name was written on the front in unfamiliar handwriting. Confused, I broke the seal and opened the letter.

Weaselette,

I would tell you not to open this until Christmas morning, but something tells me that would be a waste of time. That being said, I have to tell you that you are really hard to shop for. I had no idea what to get you. I hope you like it. It was my mother's idea, though she has no idea whom this girl I was shopping for on such short notice was.

Knowing that I got you something but you got me nothing in return will probably make you feel bad. So, since we couldn't have that, I bought myself a little something too, wrapped it, addressed it from you, and then opened it. Thanks for the new watch!

Happy Christmas,

Blaise

I couldn't help but laugh as I set the letter aside. Blaise was definitely one of a kind. I picked up the package and gently tore the paper off. I opened the box and moved some tissue paper aside to revel a green shirt. On top of the shirt was another letter, this one, simpler than the other.

Mum said all girls love pajamas.

I laughed again before setting that letter by the other. I picked up the shirt and looked at it. It was a green silky shirt with small sleeves, not a tank top but not a t-shirt. And it was embroidered with silver. Under it had been a pair of matching silky pajama pants. Leave it to Blaise to give a Weasley Slytherin colored pajamas.

I laughed to myself as I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on the pajamas. They felt so soft and silky. With a sudden start, I realized they probably were made from real silk. I was shocked that they fit me perfectly. But really, I shouldn't have been surprised. Blaise was like Luna, very observant. I rolled my eyes as I picked up the box and slipped it under my bed. I would throw it away tomorrow.

Looking in my mirror, I was startled. I had a green and silver necklace with dragons on it and green and silver silk pajamas. Everything I was wearing was expensive. Even with my red hair, I looked like a Slytherin.

I just shook my head and went back to my bed. I sat down on my bed, playing with the hem of the shirt as I thought back to my appearance. I liked it, I realized with a start. Finally, though, I lay down and closed my eyes. But, unlike last night, it was long before I was asleep.

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