Disclaimer:  I don't own this stuff people!  I should have just put one BIG disclaimer at the beginning…

THE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS

            "Only four days till Christmas…" Ginny muttered excitedly, marking another day off her calendar.  "Not counting today of course."  Setting the calendar back on her night stand, Ginny caught sight of a glimmer of gold.  Smiling, she picked up the golden egg that hadn't had any effect on her yet.  She ran her hands across its smooth surface, entranced at how the light shone and reflected off its surface.  She still didn't know what it did…but for some reason she couldn't help thinking that it would eventually do something.  Getting no reaction from it, she set it back down beside her bed. 

All the gifts from the past seven days were kept close by her side, on her nightstand, in her trunk, and even in her pocket (she wore the things that were meant for it). 

Ginny fell back onto her bed, sighing contentedly.  If her secret Santa kept with the song, there were still five days of giving left. 

Will he let me know who he is on Christmas day?  Ginny thought to herself.  That seems the logical thing to do…

That is if he ever lets me know… Ginny groaned into her pillow, he wouldn't be so cruel as to never tell her who he was would he?

Would he?

When her mind couldn't reassure her she groaned again.  If she didn't find out who was behind this she was surely going to go insane.

She picked up the golden egg again and placed it in her robes pocket.  Standing up and straightening her purple Weasley jumper Ginny headed down for breakfast. 

The Great Hall was, as expected, nearly empty.  Ginny sat herself down beside Hermione, who was chatting away to her brother and Harry.  Shoveling food on her plate, she tuned out their conversation and began on her food.  She was roused from the delights of her chocolate chip pancakes by Ron waving a hand in front of her face.

"Ginny…GINNY!" He shouted, making people from the neighboring tables look up at them curiously.

"What?" Ginny shot back, rubbing her hand from where she had stabbed herself with the fork.  Sudden noises had always accomplished her spilling, dropping or stabbing herself with something. 

"I was just wondering where you got all that expensive looking stuff…" He started, looking a bit uncomfortable.

So he finally notices.  Ginny thought amused.  She wrapped her hand around the amulet hanging from her neck out of habit.  He probably thinks I've got in with the wrong crowd and started stealing or something… Ginny scowled at the thought…Ron had always had little trust in her after her first year. 

"Haven't you noticed them before?" She asked, trying to sound surprised, and feeling she hadn't due to Hermiones' narrowed eyes.  Why does she have to be so…observant?  Ginny thought, her cheeks tinged pink.

"Yeah, I have actually, but figured it was nothing…"  Ron was staring at her hard, as if he would find the answer in her face. 

"It is nothing." Ginny replied defensively.  "They were just some early Christmas presents." I hope he doesn't ask from whom…Ginny thought desperately, but knowing she would have no such luck.  The trio would never let a mystery go unsolved.  Her eyes flicked over to Harry, hoping to see some kind of reaction to this on his face.  To her great surprise, he was staring at her just as hard as Ron was. 

She felt a dull warmth somewhere in her body, at first thinking it was the result of his piercing green gaze.  Seconds later, it was revealed to be the golden egg resting against Ginny's hip in her pocket. 

She was about to grab for it, to see what it was doing, but she realized just in time the sight of the golden treasure would only bring up more questions. 

It's such a nice feeling…she thought pleasantly, as the egg continued to give off the odd sort of warmth. 

"Who were they from?" Ron persisted. 

Ginny just shrugged and made to get up from the table.

"You don't know?" He asked her incredulously.  Hermione, and to Ginny's disappointment, Harry both looked as shocked as her brother. 

"I didn't say that.  I just don't think it's any of your business." Ginny said evasively, starting to leave the Hall.  Ron gaped at her, but to Ginny's immense relief didn't follow.

Ginny retreated to the Charms classroom, which had lately become sort of her retreat.  Pulling the egg out of her pocket, she was disappointed to find it had stopped doing whatever it was doing at breakfast. 

Why would it react like that when Harry was looking at me…She thought, thoroughly confused.  Maybe it has something to do with him noticing I was in the room…

Before she could ponder this idea any further, any light that was entering the room was extinguished and Ginny was plunged into uncomfortable darkness.  Ginny gasped out loud when she heard the door being pushed open, and someone joining her in the empty, pitch black classroom. 

"Who-s Th-there?" She asked, finding her voice.  She clutched the golden egg tightly in her fist, and backed up into Professor Flitwicks' desk.

No one answered her, but Ginny could still feel the presence of someone in the room with her.  She was about to ask again when a pair of strong arms encircled her waist.  Ginny stiffened in fear, opening her mouth to call out, but the person who was breathing raggedly on her neck leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. 

The egg in Ginny's hand immediately sprung into action, giving off such heat Ginny had to drop it before it burnt her hand.  However, dropping the egg didn't stop the flow of warmth that was quickly engulfing her body.  She had expected to be scared, disgusted when this person had started kissing her.  It was the complete opposite.  She had never felt anything like it before, the feelings were so intense, Ginny couldn't help but respond.  Instinctively, somewhere in the depths of her mind, she knew that this was the person behind the gifts.  That was however the only thought that was going through her mind at the moment. 

With a muttered curse, the boy attached to Ginny's lips separated himself and bolted out of the room at such a speed Ginny had no chance of following.  Especially after the experience that had left her knees weak and her body trembling.  The lights in the classroom flooded back to life, making Ginny wince at the sudden brightness.  The only thing different about the classroom was the green package lying on one of the desks.

Once Ginny gathered her thoughts, she picked up the still warm egg and returned it to her pocket.  Picking up the envelope, she opened it and read:

On the eighth day of Christmas,

Your true love gave to you,

Eight charmed chocolates.

Mmmm…I like chocolates!  Ginny thought, not able to hold in her excitement after the amazing snog she had just been apart of.

Sure enough, the green package held eight bars of neatly wrapped chocolate.  But it was nothing like the bright colors of Honeydukes wrappings…

Breaking off a small piece, Ginny slipped it into her mouth.  She almost sank to the ground in pleasure. 

The chocolate melted in her mouth, it brought back all the feelings she had been experiencing when her 'Secret Santa' had kissed her.  (for the gift appearing proved without a doubt that it was indeed her SS that had been the amazing kisser).  She put all eight bars in her bag and skipped out of the classroom, knowing nothing could possible ruin her day today. 

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Before anyone yells at me I'd like to say I'M SORRY! LOL…I was soooooo busy over the holidays I couldn't update…and whenever I tried FF.net was being STUPID and was down.  L Pouts and kicks FF.net

Well, I will still finish this fic…even if it is a bit late for Christmas.  I hope you all will still feel like reading it.  *crosses fingers* There is still the SS to be revealed. 

*cheers

Imp