Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, JKR does. If you didn't already know this...well you really shouldn't be reading this fic because it probably won't make sense...

THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS

When in doubt, go to the library. At least that was Hermione's motto, and Hermione was the hailed queen of figuring things out. So Ginny thought she might take a leaf out of her book and give research a try. After all, it couldn't hurt, and there just had to be some kind of spell that would help her out.

At least Ginny hoped there was.

Raised voiced from the other side of a book shelf gave Ginny pause in the thick, dusty leather bound book she was currently looking through. With absolutely no luck I should add.

"Didn't know you could read Weasel." Ginny heard someone drawl.

"Either find whatever you came here for, or get out, we don't have time for the likes of you." Ginny heard Hermione demand. Ginny raised her eyebrows, it took a lot for Hermione to yell in the midst of a library.

Ginny heard Malfoy (she decided it could be no one else) say something she couldn't decipher, at least he's trying to follow the quiet rule. Ginny thought amused. She could however not say the same thing for her brother.

"Get out of my face, you bloody Death Eater!" Ron shouted, from the rustling that could now be heard, Ginny guessed Ron was being held back from pouncing.

Ginny heard Malfoy chuckle before he rounded the bookshelf and headed for the exit of the library. When he passed her, he gave her a wicked smile, that told her how proud of himself he was. Ginny scowled at his back. Asshole, she thought privately.

After a few minutes, Ginny saw Hermione stick her head out from the bookshelf Malfoy had emerged from. She smiled warmly when she saw Ginny, but Ginny could tell she was still seething from the encounter with Malfoy.

"Hey, Ginny." She greeted, coming over to sit at her table. "Catching up on school work?" Hermione asked approvingly.

"Er...yeah." Ginny said, she didn't know why, but she didn't want everyone to know about her 'secret Santa.' Telling Hermione would be as good as telling Ron, and Ron would make a big deal out of nothing, and then her family would make the same big deal over again...not to mention Harry knowing, it would be horribly embarrassing and she would rather avoid the whole situation.

"I wish Ron was more like you! I had to force him down here today, I don't know why he makes such a fuss, Snape gave us a horribly long essay due after the holidays. If I were him, I would be grateful to someone trying to get him on top of things." Ginny smiled sympathetically at Hermione.

"He probably will be grateful when he's finished and doesn't have to worry about it anymore." Ginny reassured. "But I wouldn't expect him to say so, he's such a stubborn git sometimes." Ginny added affectionately.

"Yeah..." Hermione said, a distant look in her eyes. "Well I'd better get back before the boys try to escape." As Hermione got up, she spotted something lying at the end of Ginny's table. "Hey, Ginny is that yours?" She asked curiously.

"What?"

"That green package at the end of the table."

"Oh!" Ginny spluttered, her head shooting up spotting for the first time what was obviously her third gift. "Yeah...that's my err...present for Harry!" She said, blurting the first thing that came into her head.

Hermione smiled knowingly at her. "Don't worry, I won't tell him I saw anything."

"Thanks." Ginny said, watching her retreat back to her table.

Great, now I have to find something to get Harry. Ginny berated herself. Her quick thinking could definitely use some working on.

When her eyes were drawn back to the package, her heart started beating faster and faster. How did he get it here without me noticing?

Ginny got up, leaving all her research lying on the desk for another time. She picked up the green wrapped package, weighing it in her hands. She retreated to an empty corner of the library and opened the green envelope, adorned with gold holly just like the last two had been. The parchment inside didn't come as a surprise, neither did the fact that it didn't have a name anywhere on it.

On the third day of Christmas,

Your true love gave to you,

three French hair pins

Ginny re-read the verse, as she had done to all of them so far, marveling at the flow of the exquisite handwriting.

Whoever wrote this has steady, talented hands. She thought, but then blushed crimson at the double meaning.

Moving to the package, revealed (as the verse had hinted) three beautiful French hair pins. They were green, with countless embroideries, and gold embossments on them. Ginny put one up to her hair, and even in the dim light of the library, she could tell that they would look exquisite on her.

"My god...this is too much." She whispered. Watching as the light reflected off the hair pieces, the gold glittering like millions of diamonds (somehow she just knew it wasn't the fake kind she was used to). She felt the beginnings of tears in her eyes before she pushed them back.

I have to know who's doing this. She thought with new determination.

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I know these chapters are short...but I think it suits the story. I usually hate to read stories with short chappies, but I hope this one's an exeption :)

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