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THE SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS

Ginny was in the library again, but not for the purpose you would think based on the past weeks occurrences.  She had in fact completely given up on the Hermione method of thinking.  It just wasn't her style.  She was in the library today for the sole purpose of Potions. 

Understandably, she had completely forgotten about the school work she had been assigned over the holidays.  Snape had been in an even fouler mood than usual when he had assigned them the essay.  Being the resident grinch, he wanted to make everyone's holidays as sour as his would undoubtedly be.

Just because you don't have any fun doesn't mean you have to ruin everyone else's holidays.  Ginny thought, cursing Snape thoroughly in her head.

Despite her outward foul mood, inside she was dancing with joy.  Even Snape couldn't bring down her high spirits today.  She had put on her least shabby robes, and was tastefully adorned with the hair pins, and amulets her 'Secret Santa' had given her.  Having never worn anything that was expensive, she felt a little female thrill every time she saw her reflection, or the earrings brushed against the side of her face.

In fact, sitting in the library for an hour had only accomplished two lines of writing.  Her mind was too distracted to focus on healing potions. 

Ron had looked at her oddly when she had come down into the common room this morning, but he hadn't asked any questions.  He probably thought they were imitations given to her for one of her birthdays. 

Looking around the library (just in case she spotted someone likely, hanging around with today's gift), showed her nothing but Madame Prince, glaring at her warningly.  She was obviously still remembering the incident from the other day.

Ginny smiled and waved, making her narrow her eyes to slits, her scowl deepen.

Thinking it would be best to at least pretend to work; Ginny picked up her quill and started doodling on a spare bit of parchment.  

After about fifteen more minutes, Ginny declared trying to work was completely useless and headed back up to the Common Room. 

Ron and Harry were playing a game of chess and didn't even look up when she entered.  Stomping across the room only accomplished Ron complaining about ignorant noise makers.  Ginny let out a huff of air before climbing the spiral staircase up to her dorm. 

Her eyes widened when she saw something was waiting for her.  Another package, bigger this time, was lying on her bed, an envelope sitting on top. 

Ginny's mind started to race…how could he get it into her dorm if it wasn't a Gryffindor?  The window wasn't open, so Kringle hadn't brought it up…

A picture of Harry's face flashed before her eyes, and her heart started beating painfully in her chest. 

Could it really be him? She thought desperately.  If they were from another house they would have had quite a time breaking into the Gryffindor common room, which seemed a very unlikely possibility now.

She couldn't think of anyone but Harry who resided in Gryffindor who stayed the holidays.

Except for…oh no, not Colin.  Ginny thought, her heart sinking.  What was she supposed to tell him, if it is him?

"I love all the gifts, really, but I don't think we can be any more than friends…"        

She didn't want to hurt him…he was a decent person, if not really annoying.

She crossed the room quickly, grabbing for the envelope.  Inside read:

On the sixth day of Christmas,

Your true love gave to you,

Six music boxes to play your favourite songs.

Switching with amazing haste to the large package, Ginny started at the green wrapping.  

Inside was sex ornately carved boxes. Each one was a different color, and fit the palm of her hand.  

Lifting the lid off one, Ginny gasped at the sudden music that filled the room.  It was one of her favorite weird sisters songs a dial on the side controlled the volume.  Putting the lid on the box stopped the music completely.  

The next was a beautiful slow song by Bonny Bouleguard, a young popular witch who was a new favourite of the witches.  

Each box Ginny opened had another song she loves.  

She was completely baffled as to how he could have known what songs she loved so much.  Unless the boxes were enchanted to play someone's favourite songs…

I'll have to ask when I find out who's doing this.

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There! Two chapters in one day and it's only lunch time!  I know…that is only because their short…but what can you do?  

I hope your enjoying so far.  Continue to R/R and I'll have the next chapter out in a jiff.

Cheers

*Imp