So. This is the epilogue. Which means the end. Ah! I hope you have enjoyed the story thus far...nothing really happens here, mostly just a wrap up.
Ginny woke up at a sharp tap at the wooden door separating the girls' sixth year dorms from the hallway. Slowly, the door creaked open and Hermione stepped in.
"Merry Christmas, Ginny," she whispered, as so not to wake the other girl who had stayed behind. "Harry and Ron are already opening their presents downstairs; want to join us?"
"Merry Christmas to you, too," said Ginny. "And I would love to." She slipped on her robe and followed Hermione out to the common room.
Harry and Ron were plopped down on one of the many scarlet and squishy sofas scattered about. They were ripping the wrapping off of their presents excitedly while warming their feet by the crackling fire.
"Hey, Gin," said Ron, looking up. "I can't believe Mum sent me another sweater!" He held up his newest addition to his collection of maroon knitted sweaters and glared at it, revolted. "When will she ever learn that I can't stand these?" He laid it on the arm of the chair next to him and, picking up a package, threw it to Ginny. "This is for you, from yours truly."
"Thanks," Ginny said, and peeled the paper from it to reveal a bag of Cauldron Cakes. "And this," she continued, fishing a little box from the pocket of her dressing robe, "is for you." Ron snatched it up and pulled the top of hastily.
"Where did you get these?!" Ron shrieked, waving his present around. "Tickets! To the next Cannons game!"
"Perce got them at work," explained Ginny. "But of course, he's not really into Quidditch. So this is a gift from him, really. He just asked me to give it to you."
"Maybe I shouldn't have gotten him those Cockroach Clusters for Christmas, after all..." muttered Ron to himself. "There are two... You up to watching the Magpies get murdered by the Cannons on Thursday, Harry?"
Harry snorted. "Like that's ever going to happen, the Magpies are the best in the league. Anyway" Harry replied, glancing sideways at Ginny, " I have tutoring. But you could always ask Hermione..." Hermione flushed bright red and shot Harry a look of pure venom.
"Excellent suggestion. Would you be kind enough to accompany me to a match of the noble sport of Quidditch, Hermione?" asked Ron with the air of one inviting a female friend to the opera.
"Well, I suppose I could come," Hermione said, and flashed Ron a smile. Ginny caught Harry's eye, and the two grinned. Ron and Hermione sat looking at each other for a moment.
"What are you looking so dumb about, eh?" Ron asked, turning to Harry and breaking the awkward silence as well as Hermione's gaze. "Didn't you bother to get anything for Ginny?"
"Ha, ha," laughed Harry lamely. "Of course I got her something...provided, of course, that she got something for me, too." He looked up at her expectantly, a smug smile playing across his face.
"Shut up," she snapped. "That is, if you want to get your present, of course." That was enough to shut Harry up.
"Fine then, I suppose this is for you," said Ginny, and handed Harry a heavy package. Before Harry opened it, he passed a large bag over to her. Harry carefully removed the wrapping from his package, and Ginny pulled her gift out of the bag delicately. Holding up their presents, the two stared at them in disbelief for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"I don't get it," Ron said, confused. "What's so funny?" At the same time, both Ginny and Harry showed their gifts to Ron.
"Oh, you two are a bunch of right geniuses, you are," laughed Hermione. For they had bought each other the same thing, a copy of "Charming Charms and How to Use Them," the newest book on charms.
"Now we can read it together," said Harry, smiling and scooting over to make room for Ginny and Hermione on the couch between him and Ron. Squeezed tightly in a space obviously not intended for four, the friends enjoyed the rest of their Christmas morning together.
A/N ::sniffles:: The end...! Mucho gracias to *everybody* who has read and reviewed this story, and thanks for sticking through it so long. I am actually very proud of this, and hope that you have enjoyed it. Look for a new fic from me soon, "Tales From the Toilet." I'm sure you can't even begin to guess who that is about...::coughMYRTLEcough::
Ginny woke up at a sharp tap at the wooden door separating the girls' sixth year dorms from the hallway. Slowly, the door creaked open and Hermione stepped in.
"Merry Christmas, Ginny," she whispered, as so not to wake the other girl who had stayed behind. "Harry and Ron are already opening their presents downstairs; want to join us?"
"Merry Christmas to you, too," said Ginny. "And I would love to." She slipped on her robe and followed Hermione out to the common room.
Harry and Ron were plopped down on one of the many scarlet and squishy sofas scattered about. They were ripping the wrapping off of their presents excitedly while warming their feet by the crackling fire.
"Hey, Gin," said Ron, looking up. "I can't believe Mum sent me another sweater!" He held up his newest addition to his collection of maroon knitted sweaters and glared at it, revolted. "When will she ever learn that I can't stand these?" He laid it on the arm of the chair next to him and, picking up a package, threw it to Ginny. "This is for you, from yours truly."
"Thanks," Ginny said, and peeled the paper from it to reveal a bag of Cauldron Cakes. "And this," she continued, fishing a little box from the pocket of her dressing robe, "is for you." Ron snatched it up and pulled the top of hastily.
"Where did you get these?!" Ron shrieked, waving his present around. "Tickets! To the next Cannons game!"
"Perce got them at work," explained Ginny. "But of course, he's not really into Quidditch. So this is a gift from him, really. He just asked me to give it to you."
"Maybe I shouldn't have gotten him those Cockroach Clusters for Christmas, after all..." muttered Ron to himself. "There are two... You up to watching the Magpies get murdered by the Cannons on Thursday, Harry?"
Harry snorted. "Like that's ever going to happen, the Magpies are the best in the league. Anyway" Harry replied, glancing sideways at Ginny, " I have tutoring. But you could always ask Hermione..." Hermione flushed bright red and shot Harry a look of pure venom.
"Excellent suggestion. Would you be kind enough to accompany me to a match of the noble sport of Quidditch, Hermione?" asked Ron with the air of one inviting a female friend to the opera.
"Well, I suppose I could come," Hermione said, and flashed Ron a smile. Ginny caught Harry's eye, and the two grinned. Ron and Hermione sat looking at each other for a moment.
"What are you looking so dumb about, eh?" Ron asked, turning to Harry and breaking the awkward silence as well as Hermione's gaze. "Didn't you bother to get anything for Ginny?"
"Ha, ha," laughed Harry lamely. "Of course I got her something...provided, of course, that she got something for me, too." He looked up at her expectantly, a smug smile playing across his face.
"Shut up," she snapped. "That is, if you want to get your present, of course." That was enough to shut Harry up.
"Fine then, I suppose this is for you," said Ginny, and handed Harry a heavy package. Before Harry opened it, he passed a large bag over to her. Harry carefully removed the wrapping from his package, and Ginny pulled her gift out of the bag delicately. Holding up their presents, the two stared at them in disbelief for a moment before bursting into laughter.
"I don't get it," Ron said, confused. "What's so funny?" At the same time, both Ginny and Harry showed their gifts to Ron.
"Oh, you two are a bunch of right geniuses, you are," laughed Hermione. For they had bought each other the same thing, a copy of "Charming Charms and How to Use Them," the newest book on charms.
"Now we can read it together," said Harry, smiling and scooting over to make room for Ginny and Hermione on the couch between him and Ron. Squeezed tightly in a space obviously not intended for four, the friends enjoyed the rest of their Christmas morning together.
A/N ::sniffles:: The end...! Mucho gracias to *everybody* who has read and reviewed this story, and thanks for sticking through it so long. I am actually very proud of this, and hope that you have enjoyed it. Look for a new fic from me soon, "Tales From the Toilet." I'm sure you can't even begin to guess who that is about...::coughMYRTLEcough::
