The train ride was very dull for Ginny and she ended up writing her Transfiguration essay McGonagall would assign after break. But the ride was defiantly worth it when she found herself in the twins' arms as they greeted Harry, Ron and Ginny at the station.
"How's our Gin-bug?" Fred teased.
"Fine, how about your shop?" Ginny asked admiring their matching Dragon skin suits.
"Grand. Pulling in quite the business." George answered.
"Don't tell Mum, but we have made quite a prophet off of those Nose bleed Nougats." Fred told Ginny proudly.
"And don't forget our large shipments to the ministry." George reminded his twin.
"I'm glad you guys finally found your place." Ginny admired her favorite brothers.
"And we bought Zonco's in Hogsmeade." Fred finished.
"Now we can check in on you ever Hogsmeade visit." George added rising his right eyebrow is suggestion of her falsely acclaimed love life.
"Let's go home." Ginny laughed.
Per usual, Mrs. Weasley greeted each returning student with a bone-crushing hug, though she lingered with Ginny's silky red hair.
"Hello, Mum." Ginny gasped as she received her hug.
"Look at my baby, growing up so fast!" Mrs. Weasley sobbed.
"Molly, let the girl breathe." Arthur joked holding his arms open for Ginny.
"Hello, Dad." Ginny greeted entering his embrace.
"Hello, Gin." Arthur squeezed his daughter lightly in his arms.
"I'm sure you guys have lots to tell, would you like some tea?" Mrs. Weasley asked bustling about the Burrow's small kitchen.
"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Harry agreed before cornering Mr. Weasley.
"I know what your going to say, Harry," Mr. Weasley told Harry before Harry could voice his question.
"But the Prophet said it was clean." Harry protested.
"And so it did." Mr. Weasley agreed.
"But it is not true, right?" Harry questioned.
"It is true. The Malfoy's don't have anything to hide." Mr. Weasley replied calmly.
"But Draco's branded, they are working for Voldemort! They're not clean."
"We can't prove any of that, Harry. Draco being branded is just a suspicion. Lucius and Narcissa were cleared fifteen years ago." Mr. Weasley answered his voice definite.
"Thank you, for checking." Harry thanked reluctantly.
You have no idea how right you are, Harry. Ginny thought before taking her things to her room.
Christmas Eve always seemed to make the Burrow burst, but this year Ginny was quite surprised the house didn't fall under the weight of the crowd that filled the small home. Most all of the Order was there, the exceptions being the professors at Hogwarts. Her entire family was able to join the festivities including Bill and Flur, and Fred's girlfriend, Angelina Johnson. Remus wore a haggard look, making him look about ten years older than he actually was. He had been underground with a large pack of werewolves for the past six months bringing nothing to light of You-Know-Who's plans. Tonks seemed to avoid Remus at any possible chance, at least that is what Flur loudly voiced.
Nevertheless, Ginny loved the mayhem that stirred in the house that night. In the very early hours of the morning of Christmas Day, Fred, George, Angelina and Ginny set off a few muggle fireworks in celebration, much to Flur's dismay.
Deciding it legit to open, Ginny excitedly unwrapped Draco's gift to her after most of the household called it a night. With her wand lit, Ginny snuck past Flur, sleeping heavily in her bedroom, to the now empty living room. As much as she loved her older brother, Bill, she equally despised Flur.
Careful not to make much noise, Ginny unwrapped the gift, making a mental note to save the paper. In her lap lay a small wooden box with a delicate gold hitch as a closure. She opened the small clasp with the slightest touch and reviled a small square of parchment on top a black leather book.
Ginevra,
This book is my solution to counseled contact. All you have to do is write in its pages, and my response will appear as soon as I see it. Our messages will stay invisible to anyone except the two of us. Whenever I write to you, the binding's gold rings will blink, but visible only to you. The box is enchanted to open to only your touch, a place protected from prying eyes.
Happy Christmas
"Oh, Draco, you are brilliant." Ginny murmured opening the soft leather journal. 'Accio'ing a quill and ink well, Ginny began her message to Draco.
Happy Christmas Draco!
You are more brilliant than anyone has given you credit for! Defiantly makes my top ten favorite Christmas presents.
Wish you were here, and love you always,
Ginny.
She pondered waiting for a response, but figured Draco had long ago gone to bed. After all, the clock had just recently chimed three in the morning. She carefully climbed the stairs to her room, tucked the box under her bed, the journal, quill and the ink well on the floor next to the camping cot set up for her. With one final glace at Flur sleeping soundly in Ginny's bed, Ginny climbed under the sleeping bag with dreams of herself and Draco together.