A/N: A belated happy Thanksgiving to you all! I would've posted this sooner if not for the holiday. Rather appropriate, now that everyone's in the Christmas mood.

I cut out most of the angsty!Draco and gave you what is, basically, and entire chapter of almost entirely mindless fluff. Enjoy!

The weeks passed until Christmas break had arrived. Mother had requested that I come home for the holiday, but I didn't particularly care to spend a week with my father—not because he was gay, but because I didn't want to hear about his relationship with my godfather day after day after day. So, in the end, I chose to remain at school.

I saw off all of my cronies (since none of them would ever choose to stay at school, no matter the circumstances) and sat in the Common Room staring into the fire. I didn't feel like doing much. The gentle flickering of the flames was mesmerizing, and soon I found myself drifting off.

I was startled into wakefulness by a loud noise by the entrance. Someone was shouting. "Merlin!! Just let me in, why don't you? It's not like anyone cares what anyone else does over the holidays!"

The voice was feminine and familiar; in my half-asleep state I was finding it difficult to pinpoint its owner. The outraged shouting continued, until finally it was so much of an annoyance that I rolled off of the couch and went to see who was there. The wall moved out of my way, revealing Ginny, who was very red in the face. "Oh…hi, Ginny."

"I checked your rooms, but you weren't there."

"Obviously not, since I'm here."

"Yes." She paused, looking at me. "Can I come in?"

"Oh. Yes." I stepped out of the way, and she came into the room, looking around. She gazed in silence at our Common Room, and I wondered if she was comparing it to that of her own house.

"Why are you still here?" I asked as the portrait moved back.

"Ron always stays with…Potter," she replied, setting a small bag atop a chair. "So I stay, too."

"What's with the bag?"

"I don't want to stay with them, and I heard you were still here."

"I see. Well, would you rather stay here in one of the empty rooms, or with me?"

"With you, if it's not too much trouble?"

"No, I have my couch, it's no trouble. C'mon." I picked up her bag, and together we went back to my rooms. It was already the late afternoon, so after we settled Ginny's things we decided on a game of Wizard's Chess, in which Ginny beat me soundly. As the sun set, we halted our second game and went to my windows to watch, both of us taking a seat on the large ledge in front of the biggest window. For a while we sat in silence, gazing upon the horizon as the setting sun painted the clouds with fire and molten gold.

"Ginny?"

"Mm?"

"What do you see in Todd?"

She paused, drawing her knees up to her chest, considering. "He's very sweet to me," she finally said, as if that was the only reasons she needed to give.

I looked at her. "Anyone with half a mind would be sweet to you."

She blushed, looking away. "Well, he's funny. And nice."

"I could name at least ten guys who are nice and funny."

I could see that she was running out of ideas. "He's cute. And good at Quidditch."

"Even Potter is cute and good at Quidditch."

"Well, you tell me one other person who's all those things!" she exclaimed, obviously upset that I had seen right through all of her claims.

There was one person I could think of, obviously, but I was determined to stay away from our relationship. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. "Oliver Wood."

"Ooooh." She sighed. "Alright, you win."

I let the topic drop, and we sat quietly, watching the sunset. Once night had fallen, we made our way down to dinner, where we laughed together over the fairies that circled the room, giving off light. The ceiling was a stormy gray; fat snowflakes falling from it that disappeared before they got any further than the top of the enormous Christmas tree.

The star at the top was coated with a thin layer of frost, the highest branches dusted lightly with snow, giving the whole thing the appearance of being a small green mountain studded with little towns made out of the fairy-lights. It was an awe-inspiring sight, one I was glad to share with Ginny.

We took a seat at one of the tables, starting to eat. "So," I began, serving myself, "Can you think of any other cute, sweet, funny, and nice Quidditch players?" I asked, wanting to see if she would come up with me as an answer.

She took a sip of her drink, clearly thinking it over. "Well, my brother, but he doesn't count because he's my brother."

"Which brother?" I asked with a smirk.

She laughed, a sound I lived for. It was a musical and clear laugh, like a set of chimes ringing.

"Seriously, though," I said.

She frowned, chewing on the end of a candy cane. She was obviously really thinking hard about this. "Oh! Oh! You know, what's-his-face, the Hufflepuff beater!"

I nodded. "You have a point." That was a bit of a letdown, I had to admit. I had been entirely glossed over. I sighed, and returned to my meal. We ate quietly from then on, sitting together in companionable silence. Once we'd both finished and felt satisfyingly full, we got up and started back to my rooms.

I saw a vaguely familiar first year Slytherin peek around the corner as we approached. He squeaked and ran off in the opposite direction. Suspicious now, I led Ginny toward my rooms. I opened the door with caution, looked around, and sighed in relief. There was nothing amiss.

As Ginny closed the door behind her, she began to blush and giggle.

"What is it?" I asked.

She pointed at the ceiling over my head. I looked up slowly, to see…

Mistletoe.

I found myself blushing as well as she came closer, a wicked glint in her eye.

"You know the rule about mistletoe, don't you?" she asked. I blushed a deeper shade of pink and she smiled. "You stand under mistletoe, and someone has to kiss you."

I gulped. "D-don't you think Todd would mind?"

"It will be our little secret." She approached me with that predatory look in her eyes, sending thrills down my spine. She placed her small hands on my chest and stood on tiptoe, pressing her lips against mine.

Her lips were soft as silk and hot as fire, making me burn and yearn at the same time. The kiss was gentle and tender, like an embrace; I didn't want it to end. I could feel the latent desire she harbored for me waking against my lips. It was like a floodwater—I sensed its extent in the brief moment that we kissed—but only a trickle was escaping her carefully built dam of emotions. I wouldn't say it to her, but she had just given me hope. Somewhere deep within her, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her; I had a chance, after all.

As quickly as it had begun, it was over. She drew away, her eyes closed, and let her hands fall to her sides. Her cheeks burned as she opened her eyes slowly, looking down at the floor. I looked down at her in silence, bringing a hand up to trace the line of her jaw, to touch her searing lips cautiously with my fingertips.

Then, suddenly, the moment was ruined. The sprig of mistletoe exploded into a shower of red, green, and white confetti. A note drifted down; I reached out and plucked it from the air.

Draco! Hope you enjoyed my little gift. Happy Christmas!

Blaise

I smiled as I shook my head. Sometimes I really liked my friends.

A/N: The next chapter will hold a small bit of D/G fluff, followed by more plot. We're getting closer to solving the problems, just hang in there!