A/N: I was inspired by the spirit of the season. This is basically plotless fluff. I like it, and I hope you do. Thoughts are in italics and bold lettering, and there will be two chapters-notice the title. The second one should be up tomorrow, if I'm a good girl. Oh, yes, this all belongs to the Goddess, JKR.

Harry sighed as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. "Not long before the Christmas holidays," he said, seemingly to the air, as he plopped down in an armchair.

"Can't wait, can you?" a voice inquired. Harry looked up.

"I didn't see you."

"I noticed." Ginny grinned mischievously. Harry felt his palms start to sweat. Ginny seemed to be having that effect on him lately. Harry supposed it something to do with what had transpired over the summer.

"What are you doing over the holidays?" he asked, in what he hoped was a nonchalant voice.

"Oh, I think we'll all be staying here. Mum doesn't want us to make the journey from Hogwarts to King's Cross." Harry's heart gave a little leap. "Are you staying here, too?"

"Well, I always am, but if you are, then I definitely will." Ginny's eyes widened. Harry blushed as he realized what he had said. "Oh, I meant you as in your family." He felt the blood flowing to his cheeks, and noticed that Ginny wasn't blushing. What happened? She used to always turn crimson around me? Harry felt very disappointed.

She peered over his shoulder, trying to change the subject. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"

Harry whirled around. They were just here a minute ago. "Weren't they behind me?"

"Evidently not." As soon as the words had come out of Ginny's mouth, the entrance into the common room swung open, and Ron and Hermione stepped in. Hermione had an armful of books in her hands, and so did Ron. Harry noticed that the seams on Hermione's bookbag had split…again.

"I don't understand why you have to check out so many bloody books!" Ron yelled at Hermione.

"I need to start studying for the OWLs, Ron, and don't swear!" Hermione answered back angrily.

"Damn the OWLs!"

"Ron!"

"You shouldn't have to worry about them, Hermione. You're the most brilliant witch I've ever known! Instead you…" Ron trailed off, and Harry noticed his ears start to turn pink.

Hermione didn't seem to notice Ron's embarrassment, and had stopped dead in her tracks. "Did I just hear you pay me a compliment?" she asked, grinning.

Ron didn't say anything. Instead, he put Hermione's books down on a table and walked over to Harry.

"Sorry about that, mate. Her," he said, casting a glance at Hermione, "bookbag split, and I had to help her carry all her ruddy books."

"Well, brilliance isn't born overnight," Hermione replied, sitting down next to Ginny. Ginny grinned at her as Ron's ears started brightening again.

"By gum, Forge, we've done it!"

"Gred, this is the proudest moment of my life!" Two identical redheaded males came down the stairs, talking very loudly and gesticulating wildly, one of them holding a small box.

Ron looked up. "What have you done this time?"

"I think we'd better be careful, opening any presents from them," Ginny whispered to Hermione.

George stopped in his tracks as he looked up at the fire. He turned very slowly to his twin. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"To be quite honest, no," Fred said, with a grin on his face. Harry snorted. George pulled Fred away into a corner and started whispering to him, their heads bowed. Suddenly, Fred's face lit up, and he nodded. "Perfect!"

"What? What's going on?" Ron demanded.

"Stuff it, Ron. We're off to eat dinner," George answered, leading the way to the exit, being very careful to leave the box on a table behind him. Fred followed in his wake, a secret smile on his face.

"Those two are up to something," Ginny murmured.

"Well spotted, Ginny. Twenty Galleons to you!"

"Oh, shut up Ron! After all, I'll be the first to admit it, I'm not the most brilliant witch you've ever known."

Harry grinned at Hermione who turned to Ron and said, "So Ron, since I seem to have forgotten, who is the most brilliant witch you've ever known?"

"Hermione…"

"C'mon Ron, don't be shy." Hermione was obviously enjoying this way too much. "Is it Trelawney?"

"That's right, Hermione," Ron snapped. "She's brilliant. After all, she can do something you can't do, and I'm sure you're jealous of her for it, too!"

Hermione gasped. "Idiot! He never knows when to stop!" Ginny hissed.

"Divination is a waste of my time, Ron! Of course I'm not jealous!"

"It's only a waste of your time because you can't do it!"

"SHUT UP!" Hermione stood up. Ron had obviously struck a nerve. Harry shrunk back, afraid of Hermione's temper. He bumped right into Ginny and blushed. He hoped she wouldn't notice. Meanwhile, Hermione had started walking towards the girls' dormitories.

"Ron! Go up to her! Say something, you moron!" Ginny said to her brother, softly, so Hermione wouldn't hear.

Ron heeded Ginny's advice and walked over to Hermione. Catching up with his long legs, he stepped in front of her. "Hermione, wait."

Hermione glared at him. "Get out of my way, Ron."

"Hermione, please listen to me. I'm sorry."

Hermione stared at him. She couldn't' remember one instance in her entire life when Ron had actually apologized to her. Most of their fights had been resolved without either of them ever discussing them. Ron was shuffling his feet, waiting for a response. She melted at the sight.

"Oh, Ron, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have teased you."

Ron looked up, a hopeful smile on his face. Suddenly, it disappeared, and he became serious once more. "Hermione, I meant it, you know. You're so smart, wonderful, and," he gulped, "beautiful."

Hermione threw her arms around him. "Oh, Ron! You're wonderful, too!"

Ron pulled back for a moment, a mischievous grin on his face. "Not to mention that you're nutters, of course," he said, pushing a way a lock of hair that had fallen across Hermione's face.

Hermione put up a finger against Ron's mouth. When did I get so brave? Has to be the holiday spirit. "Shh. Don't ruin the moment."

Moment? Ron thought quizzically. He looked back down at Hermione. He drew in a deep breath. He was suddenly trembling. She really was beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling with some unidentified emotion, and locked in with his own. As if being pulled by some unknown force, they leaned closer to each other, and their lips met for a brief instant in time. Ron felt as if he was flying. Gently, he pulled away, realizing what Hermione had meant when she had told him not to ruin the moment.

Hermione smiled at him dreamily, and started walking up the stairs to her dorm, feeling a little tipsy. Once she had reached her bed, she lay down, staring at the ceiling. Even if Ron didn't get her a present, it was fine with her. Her Christmas was made.

Please review! They're the best presents for me!

Happy holidays,

Su