Disclaimer: Sorry to disappoint you guys, but I am not J.K. Rowling, and therefore I do not have the privilege owning Harry Potter or any characters associated with, in, or of him. I do, however, have a fluffy pillow that cradles my weary head at the end of the day, but I can't give you that, because then what would cradle my weary head at the end of the day? I ask you...

Shout-Outs: (Sorry, it's been so long, folks, but I'm sick today, so I thought, "Why not?")

Launigsiae: Thanks!

Hermione30: I'm glad you liked that... I cracked myself up a bit, okay, a lot! Ginny's sneaky, it's what I would've done! Luv ya!

mary-v: Hey, check it out! You reviewed twice! Thanks! I dunno if I'll send them to the Burrow, I might, probably, but this chapter, they'll be at Hogwarts. This chapter is all about them planning presents for each other... I like to think it's funny! Hope you enjoy! De donde vienes? Aha, lee tu bio, eres Greek, no se como decirlo en español... Hehe! Disculpame, estoy muy canzada! (Where are you from? Aha, I read your bio, you're Greek, I don't know how to say that in Spanish... Hehe! Sorry, I'm very tired!).

ginnyweasley418: I read Gone with the Wind, but I couldn't ever get into it... maybe I should try reading it again. But yes, Ginny is headstrong-- and boys do only think of food and girls... it's true! Yeah, Ron and Hermione made me sad too! I'm so glad you reviewed nearly every chapter, it made me so happy! Thanks a ton, you're awesome! There is more, more, more!

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Emily T: Did you really like it that much? It was one of my least favorites, I felt as though I couldn't get it just right, the characters were not doing what I wanted them to... minds of their own! =shakes head= Well, I'm glad I got you to scream... that's a real accomplishment! Whee! You poor girl, do I know what it's like to be strapped for time! Summer's nearly here, and you'll get to take a breather... Thanks for taking the time to read! Luv ya lots!

Nessie8: He is a dolt, ain't he? But then he wouldn't be Ron, would he? Anyway, this chapter will be happy and a lot more lighthearted, hope you enjoy!

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Knitting

It was a month or so before the Christmas holidays; whispering and giggling echoed endlessly throughout the long corridors and classrooms; teachers gave out more homework than ever, believing that they had to cram as much in as possible before the space between their students' ears were rendered empty after all the festivities. Secrets and surprises were being planned, special shopping trips were made to Hogsmeade; and those who didn't have anything planned yet, were frantic for ideas and searching for the ideal gifts for friends and special others.

It was in this way that Harry, Ron, and Ginny were spending their free time after classes. Hermione had excused herself earlier from the group to head to the library, as she needed to do some research for a special project besides all of the extra homework she had finished weeks before. However, she did not depart without leaving her friends a final admonition to do their homework before pleasure.

Gaping in amazement, Harry and Ron simultaneously shook their heads and bent over their work again. Ginny who was curled on the sofa next to the fire, guarding against the gray November chill, rolled her eyes and got up to join the two boys who were poring over a charmed blackboard, discussing Quidditch strategies. She sat down and tried to get their attention, but it was to no avail, they were too caught up in their blood-thirsty schemes.

"... so if we dive that way, completely distract the buffoons..." Ron was muttering to Harry, who was confused but nodding. Ron having been made team captain, was turning out to be as fanatic as Wood if not more, much to Harry and Ginny's horror. Ginny rapped smartly on the table with her knuckles. There was no answer.

"...but if they tail us, remember their brooms are still better than ours..." Harry was telling Ron. Ron chewed his lip and wrote something down on the clipboard that had been permanently tucked under his arm since the year had begun.

"Right, so we all should practice Wronksi Feints..." Ron said, a dreamy look filling his eyes. "What I wouldn't give to see Malfoy smash his face into the Quidditch pitch." Harry snickered and they continued brainstorming other ways to destroy the Slytherin players' visages. Ginny whistled loudly. Not a sound acknowledging her presence was emitted from either of the boys' mouths.

"Can you imagine how Pansy would scream?" Harry guffawed. "I almost feel sorry for Malfoy, as he's got that monkey hanging on him from every turn! 'Oh, Malfoy, does it hurt?'" Harry put on a high, whining, simpering voice. Ginny tried not to laugh. Ron, however, did not hold back, and the two boys were laughing their heads off. The poor red-headed girl tried in vain again to get their attention.

"Hello? Hello?" Ginny asked, waving her hands in front of their sightless eyes. No response. She tried a different approach. "Naked girl dancing in front of the fire!" The boys' heads immediately snapped to the side, and their faces fell when it became clear that there was, in fact, no naked girl dancing in front of the flickering flames. Ginny burst out laughing, pounding the table in front of her.

"Ginny!" Ron said, reproachfully. "Don't say things like that!" His scolding was ignored as Ginny saw the spreading blush on his and Harry's cheeks. She started to laugh even harder.

"Okay, stop laughing," Harry said, trying to keep a straight face, despite his red face. Ginny was reduced to tears and was convulsing. Harry grabbed her and shook her by the shoulders. "Ginny, snap out of it!"

"Y-You sh-should've s-seen your faces!" Ginny gulped, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "You were so disappointed... if only Hermione had seen that!" She took a deep breath and tried to calm down, but started to giggle loudly. Ron and Harry gave up, and started laughing too.

"All right, we're listening now," Harry said, breathing hard and holding his side. "What did you want to talk about?" Ginny eyed the portrait hole and satisfied that no one was coming in, leaned towards them conspiratorially.

"So Hermione's gone, we need to figure out a present for her from all of us," she whispered. Ron's face turned green and he slapped his forehead in despair.

"Merlin, I forgot," he groaned. "It's our first Christmas too, what am I supposed to give a girl?" He tilted his chair back, but went too far, and toppled head over heels. He came up, grinning sheepishly.

"What did you have in mind?" Harry asked Ginny, who was twirling a piece of her hair thoughtfully around her finger. She beckoned them to come closer. They all leaned in so that their heads were nearly touching.

"I was thinking we could give her a present from all of us," Ginny repeated. "And Ron, you could always give her something special on the side. Don't worry, I'll help you. But Harry and I need to give her something too." They all sat back and thought for a minute. Silence ensued. Another minute passed. And then another.

"Blimey, we've always given her candy," Ron said finally. "Why can't we just keep doing that?" Ginny rolled her eyes again and kicked him under the table. Ron yowled and leapt back. Harry shook his head, every day for the past who-knows-how-long, he had had to put up with this silly sibling war.

"Don't be a dolt, Ron," she said briskly. "I've thought of something... But you have to promise you'll try to do it." The boys nodded obediently.

"What is it? If you know she'll like it, we'll do it," Harry said, pushing his glasses back up on his nose from where they had slipped down, when he was bending over the strategy board.

"So tell us already," Ron demanded, pushing the aforementioned blackboard aside. Ginny refused, shaking her head.

"You have to guess," she told them, her brown eyes serious. "Otherwise, I'll know you don't really care." Harry and Ron stared at her, not a clue in their minds of what to give their best friend. Ginny sighed.

"Hint?" Ron said hopefully. He held his index finger and thumb up with a miniscule space in-between them. "Just a teeny-weeny one?" Ginny sighed again, really it was amazing how little they knew.

"Fine. What is Hermione 'passionate' about?" Ginny asked patiently, making the quotation marks with her fingers. She sat back, believing that it couldn't possibly be that hard for them to figure it out.

"Books!" Harry and Ron responded immediately. Ginny frowned and Ron, realizing what he had just said, gasped:

"We can't give Hermione books!" Ron said, horrified. Harry nodded vehemently.

"Yeah, she'd use them against us..." Harry protested, but faltered at Ginny's glare. "...or- or something..." He tapped his fingers on the table, trying to find another alternative. He really couldn't think of anything else that Hermione liked, besides nagging them about homework. It seemed Ron didn't either.

"So if not books, what else is there?" Ron wondered aloud. Harry immediately felt better about his ignorance of their mutual friend. Ginny coughed. They turned to her, their faces blank.

"Honestly, you two are so dense," she cried. "Have you forgotten the knitted hats, the badges, the badgering?" Realization dawned on Ron and Harry's faces. Ron immediately shook his head and Harry agreed.

"Spew," Harry stated. "Gin, don't you think that's kind of dangerous? Encouraging her?" Ginny tossed her head.

"Please, it's better than books," she retorted. "Besides, it'll keep her happy for a while. All we'd have to do is knit a couple of sweaters, some socks, maybe a few hats... Then we'd give them to her, keep her busy... but maybe after the house-elves refuse her, she'll finally figure it out."

"Well, it's never worked before," Ron said thoughtfully. "But I guess it can't hurt to try. Fourth time's the charm, you know!" He frowned. The look was not missed by his sister.

"What now?" Ginny said, a little irritated. "You just said it was a good idea!"

"Ginny, you just said we had to knit the clothes," Harry said, not wanting to rile her anymore than she already was.

"So?"

"So, how would we do that? Only Mum knows how to knit!" Ron said exasperatedly. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, making the red strands stand on end, thus giving him the not-so-attractive effect of a human torch. "Where would we learn to knit?" Ginny threw her hands up.

"That's it? What did you stupid boys think I did all those months you were at school?" Ginny said, extremely annoyed. "Sit at the window and stare outside the whole time?"

Ron looked confused. "You mean you didn't?" Harry smirked, Ginny was getting really mad now. He was just glad that famous temper was not aimed at him.

"Of course I did," Ginny said sarcastically, she couldn't believe how dumb they were both being. "I just sat around and dreamed about Potter here my whole life!" She flung her hand in Harry's general direction. He jerked up from his comfortable position of resting his chin on his hands.

"You did?" Harry said, surprised. His pride was bruised a second later.

"I bloody well did not, you knucklehead," Ginny retorted, knowing full well she had. Ron's eyes narrowed understandingly and a little smirk curved the corner of his mouth.

"Not even a little?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "It's seems to me you've forgotten how many times we told you to shut up talking about him." Both Harry and Ginny blushed deeply, but Ginny seemed not to notice her boyfriend's mild discomfort at this certain conversation.

"All right, Ron, so I took a break every now and then from planning my wedding with him! But you don't need to rub it in..." she stopped when she saw Ron's disgusted face. "What?!"

"You planned your wedding..." Ron paused, searching for the right words. His face twisted into something that seemed to be a mix between a smirk and a grimace. "...with that?" He pointed a shaking finger in Harry's direction and shuddered.

"Hey, I'm sitting right here!" Harry exclaimed, a hurt look etched on his face. It must be said that he was secretly pleased with this little revelation.

"No offense, mate," Ron said, grinning. Ginny laughed and leaned over, pecking Harry on the cheek. Ron groaned and covered his eyes. "Spare me!"

"Shut up!" they both said blushing. Ginny tried not to smile.

"Seriously, how did we even get on this subject anyway?" she asked, perplexed. Harry got up and flopped down in front of the fire.

"Sweaters?" he supplied, stretching out and folding his hands behind his head. Ron and Ginny followed him and sat down on the floor, leaning against the sofa. Ginny tucked her legs under her and smoothed her hair. Ron just sprawled his long legs all over the rug. Harry kicked them with his foot.

"Oh right," Ginny turned to her brother. "Just what makes you think I had nothing better to do than dream about Harry, huh?" Ron opened his mouth to make a smart comment.

"ENOUGH!" Harry bellowed, clapping his hands over his ears. "No more arguing; I know I'm really something worth dreaming about, but we're supposed to figure out how to make this present for Hermione!" He was hit in the face by two well-aimed cushions. He grabbed them and placed them under his head and stuck his tongue childishly out at them.

"You wish," Ron laughed. "So Gin, how are we supposed to knit this stuff? Are you sure no one will know we're knitting? Harry and I have got reputations, you know!" He puffed out his chest. Ginny punched him in the ribs. Ron grabbed her and ruffled her hair. She shoved him onto Harry who shoved him off himself in turn. Ron turned on his side and propped his elbow on the floor, holding his head up. "We do have the important reputation of being Gryffindor's Amazing Quidditch Keeper and Seeker!"

"Yeah, Gryffindor's Amazingly Thick Blockheads," Ginny corrected them, grinning widely and straightening her hair. "Let me spell this out for you two. Mum... taught... me... to... knit..." She got up and perched herself on the sofa, not wanting to sit on the hard floor anymore.

"So how does that help us?" Harry asked. Ginny buried her face in the cushions and screamed, beating her fists against the pillows. Ron and Harry exchanged confused looks. What would make her want to scream? It was an honest question, they really didn't know.

"Arrrgghh!" she cried and came back up, much to the relief of the boys, who had thought she had gone crazy, which she had at the moment. "I will teach you and we will all make something for Hermione! We will go buy yarn tomorrow and start right away. Do you understand now? I will teach you to knit! Me- Ginny teach you- Boys... Is it even possible that that was enough explanation?"

"Oh," said Ron.

"Imagine that," Harry said.

"Finally," Ginny said, exhausted. Ron hopped up.

"Well, I'm glad we finally figured that out," he said cheerfully. "Time for practice." He headed out the portrait hole. Ginny's mouth dropped open and she mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, "...can't believe I'm related..." She and Harry got up and followed him after grabbing their cloaks from the hooks on the wall. Ginny summoned both their brooms from their dormitories and handed the Firebolt to Harry. He grabbed her hand as soon as they climbed out. Ginny looked at him quizzically.

"What?" she asked as they headed down the hall, pulling on their cloaks. Harry grinned at her, arousing her suspicions. "What?" He slipped his arms around her shoulders and rested his head innocently on top of hers.

"Did you really plan your wedding with me?" Harry ducked and moved away as he was cuffed across the head with her fist. "Hey, it was a fair question!" Ginny got a mischievous glint in her eye and sauntered towards him.

"Dress, invitations, flowers, and all," she said huskily, wrapping her arms around his waist. "You want to see all of my sketches? I have them all saved in my boy box!" She winked at Harry and smiled sweetly.

"Get away from me, scary girl!" he said, pulling away. "You're pulling my leg right?" He didn't think she really meant it; keeping all that stuff in some box forever. It was rather flattering, though.

"Of course, I am," Ginny said, heading down the hall. "Ron was right, who'd want to plan her wedding with you? Blech!" Harry grinned bemusedly, not hearing the second part of her words until it was too late.

"Hey!"

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A/N- Lol! I liked that chapter... if you guys did, please tell me! 10 reviews will get you the next chapter.

Just so you know, it will be a few chapters with everyone figuring out what to get each other, then I will have them go to the Burrow... and everyone will have a jolly time, and Fred and George will get their little pranks in (any ideas for tricks, please leave them in your review), and then everyone will give their gifts...

Hermione will be hysterical (don't you just love her?), and Harry will have a very special present for Ginny. And you'll just have to read to find out what it is... and by the way, I don't think I've read any stories with this particular idea in it, so yeah! Come on by and read!

Remember, 10 reviews will get you the next installment! Sorry it took so long for this update, I was busy with some other stories, and now I am paying, as I have started three multi-chapter stories, including this one! Please bear with me, I am trying!

Lots of love always,

Me

PS. Anybody have any ideas of what Ron could give Hermione, besides the group present, or vice-versa? I already know what Harry and Ginny are going to do, but the bickering couple is a little harder to plan for, as they are so bull-headed about everything. Thanks!

I just thought of something... You know my other story, Kiss Her, You Fool? Well, I just realized, Prince Eric has black hair and Ariel has red hair! LOL! What a coincidink! Harry has black hair and Ginny has red! Hahahahaha! =wipes tears from eyes= I crack myself up! Somebody call the ambulance and take me to the psychiatric ward, I think I need help!