Disclaimer: The only thing in this story of my own invention is the plot (but not the previous plot of the first five Harry Potter books). I own nothing else.

Author's Note: As always, thanks to my reviewers! I'm so glad you're all enjoying this—I'm having tons of fun writing it!

Hermione finally recovered and returned to Gryffindor Tower by Christmas Eve. "I have loads of homework to do," she moaned. "How will I ever get it done by the end of the Holidays?

"Who says you have to do it now?" asked Harry.

"Yeah. I can't believe that git Malfoy didn't even get in trouble! Besides, it's Christmas Eve! At least wait until after Christmas," Ron added, and then tossed her a deck of cards. "Wanna play Exploding Snap?" They ended up playing until midnight—they were the only ones left in Gryffindor Tower!

On Christmas morning, Ron woke with a start. Dozens of presents were piled at the foot of his bed, and a mouth-watering aroma was wafting through the air. Tossing the blankets off his bed, he tumbled across the room right up to Harry. "Harry, Harry, get up! Presents!"

Almost at once they began to tear open their presents. "Mmmm... Harry, Mum sent me cookies!"

"Me too!" Harry replied, and then took a bite. "Ron, these are delicious!"

"I know! Mum and Ginny used to make them every year! Now it's just Mum though."

"Ginny? Did I ever mention that I used to think she was very cute?"

"Um... No, Harry, you didn't. Are you feeling okay?" Then Ron reached for his favorite, chocolate chip, and gobbled it down.

It took them about five minutes to finish tearing open their presents. "Bloody hell, Harry! Look at this chess set!" Every piece was polished and wrapped in tissue paper, and the board itself was made of gleaming mahogany wood.

Harry gaped at it for a minute, and then asked "Who sent it?"

"Uh, Hermione..." The tips of Ron's ears suddenly looked badly sunburned.

Right on cue, they heard footsteps up to the dormitory. "Good morning." Hermione smiled.

"Hermione," Ron gasped. He was now blushing very badly. "You... You didn't have to! This must've cost you a—"

"Don't worry about it. Thanks for the chocolates!" Ron gaped at her. "Would you two care to join me downstairs?" she asked.

"Well, I thought I'd work on some new Quidditch moves," Harry began. "Thanks for the book, Hermione." He held up a thick book titled Seeking Strategies, and then walked away.

Hermione smiled, and Ron couldn't help but feel a teensy bit jealous of Harry. I play Quidditch, too, he thought. Out loud he said "Well, want to play chess, then?"

"Sure."

Ron grabbed his cookies, and then headed downstairs with Hermione.
Author's Note: Sorry for the swearing, but everyone knows what Ron's favorite saying is! I just wanted to keep everyone in character.
To my reviewers
Starriecat: Yes, we will be seeing more of Fred and Angelina soon! :-)
Lizzie5555555: Now the cookies have made it to Hogwarts! :-)
Elvyn-Light: Well, I should be updating soon enough, so you won't have to wait too long. :-)
P.S. Anyone wondering which one of you predicted something (minor) in the story? You should find out in chapter 8...

Next Chapter: Fred and George's Christmas (don't worry, it'll come back to Hogwarts)