Author Note: Hey everyone, I'm back! I got two more chapters left!! Happy Holiday Season to all! Just a note: I mention Jack in this chapter. For those who don't remember, Jack is Fran's husband, young Fred's father.

Thanks Becky for your help!!

HPS&GD/GHPS&GD/GHPS&GD/GHPS&GD/G

"I said, bring me home!"

"A moment later," George continued with his narration, "Draco sat up quickly in his bed, breathing heavily and sweating."

"Only a dream," Malfoy muttered. "This is the last time I'm eating supper so late at night!"

"Malfoy, do you not see us!" Fred asked, waving his arms in the air.

"Only a dream!" he said louder.

"And the bells tolled two," George said just as the bells had indeed tolled two.

"Expect the second ghost as the bell tolls two," Draco said. He held his breath, closed his eyes, and waited; nothing happened. He cracked open one eye and let out a sigh of relief, "Nothing."

George turned towards the audience and said in a quieter voice, "Malfoy was about to lie back down when he saw light coming from underneath the door. He got up to inspect it. He slowly approached the door and took his time opening it; he did not wish to see what was behind it."

Suddenly there was a voice, "Come in and know me better, man."

Malfoy did just that and the two boys followed him.

"Hey, it's Hag…" Fred was not able to finish his sentence, for George had stomped on his foot. "Owwwww!"

"Let that be a reminder to you."

"Why you…" Everything else that was said was lost after that.

"Now back to the story," George said. "In front of Malfoy there was a feast large enough to feed the largest of families."

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" the Ghost asked Draco.

"Not in this house," Draco answered.

"Of course not, you cheapskate." The Ghost noticed the look that Draco was giving him and forced out a laugh, "I am the Ghost of Christmas Present!"

"Of course you are," Draco said.

"Have you not met any of my other older brothers?"

"How many do you have?"

"More than eighteen hundred."

"Obviously your parents didn't believe in family planning."

With that the Ghost stood up, his head almost hitting the ceiling.

Draco sighed and said, "Are you here to send me on a life changing adventure too?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well then, take me where you must." He added with a mumble, "The quicker the better… I can come home and get some more sleep."

The Ghost of Christmas Present cleared his throat and snapped Draco out of his thoughts. "Then just take a hold of my robe."

Draco did, and the two other boys grabbed hold of Draco.

"Before Draco knew it, he was on the streets of London and it was already Christmas morning," George said.

"Spirit, is it Christmas?" Draco asked.

"Yes, it is. Now come, there is much to see in such a short time," he said and started to walk down an alleyway.

"Spirit, where are we going? I do not believe I have ever been down this way."

"No, you have not, we are approaching the house of your employee Ronald Weasley."

"Weasley? Why are we here?"

"Because it is Christmas, and his family needs my blessing most of all."

"Why is that?" Draco asked.

"You must follow and find out." The Spirit continued on walking, and Draco followed closely behind.

"As Malfoy entered the Weasley household, he was amazed at what he saw: a large family with very little, but everyone was still happy."

"Oh! Look, there's little Emily," Fred said. "She's my favorite."

"Wonderful, Fred, but she can't see you," George said and then continued. "Hermione Weasley was working hard in the kitchen with her four children behind her when another one entered."

Everyone screamed for joy, "Martha! Mother, Martha's here!"

"Another one?" Draco asked. "How many kids do they have?"

"Oh Martha!" Hermione said as she hugged her eldest daughter. "Where have you been? You are late!"

"Sorry, Mother, but we worked late last night, so we slept there so we could clean up this morning."

"Now see there's a hard worker," Draco said.

"She is because she has to be," added the Spirit.

"Just then Ron and his youngest son came in through the door. But something amazed Malfoy more than anything. This young boy had a crutch."

Draco kept his eye on the little boy and said, "I didn't know Weasley had a crippled son."

"You never asked," the Spirit answered.

Draco watched as the children helped their mother in the kitchen, even Tiny Tim. For a brief moment he wished that there was something that he could do to help save this young boy's life, but that feeling soon disappeared when he heard Hermione speak again.

"You're sister came by earlier today."

"Ginny?" Draco said.

"Ginny came here? What for?" Ron asked.

"She's your sister, why the heavens can't she visit?"

"I don't know, what did she want?"

"She wanted to invite us all over for Christmas dinner."

"Did you tell her no?"

"Why can't we spend Christmas with her?" Hermione asked.

"She's in a different class than we are now."

"She's getting married to Harry Potter," Draco cringed as he heard that name, "not Draco Malfoy, so what does it matter?"

"I would rather her marry Malfoy than see her throw away her life with Harry," Ron said in a quiet voice. Draco could not believe the words he was saying.

"What? Are you mad? Did you slip and fall on some ice today?" Hermione asked. "Why ever would you want your sister to marry Malfoy? Harry is a good person; you should know that of all people, you two were the best of friends when you were younger."

"Yes, but she doesn't love him!" Ron said, letting his temper run away with him for a moment. Ron looked away from Hermione and changed the subject. "You know, I think he's getting better by the minute," he said as he watched the kids play with Tiny Tim.

"I'm sure he is, my love, I'm sure he is."

"Tell me, Spirit," Draco asked, "will Tiny Tim live?"

"I see an empty chair by the fireplace and a crutch without an owner. If things do not change the boy will die."

"Is there no chance that the boy will be spared?" Draco asked.

"What do you care?"

"That's our nephew you're talking about!" Fred yelled.

The Spirit ignored him. "What do you care if he dies? Let him do it quickly and decrease the surplus population."

"I didn't mean him!" Draco said in defense.

The Spirit came closer and said, "Who are you to judge? There are many who have died who did not deserve it, and many who are still alive who deserve death. Are you the one to decide who should live and who should die?"

"Let me make a toast!" Ron said, lifting his glass. "To the founder of the feast, Mr. Malfoy!"

"Mr. Malfoy indeed!" Hermione retorted. "If I had him here, I'd give him a piece of my mind and hope he'd have a good appetite for it too!"

"My dear, the children, Christmas Day!" Ron protested.

"It should be Christmas Day, I'm sure, when we toast to the health of a stingy, odious, hard, unfeeling man like Mr. Malfoy."

"My dear, please."

"I'll drink for your sake and the day's, not for his. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to the cheap bastard!" Hermione added under her breath.

Draco forced out a small snort when he heard that. The woman had guts, he'd admit to that.

"Thanks, dear, for trying so hard."

"Anything for you, dear Ronald." Everyone started laughing.

"Come, Draco," the Spirit said, "it is time for us to move on."

Draco followed the Spirit for a while and finally they stopped in front of a very familiar house.

"Spirit, this is Fran's house," Draco gasped.

"Ah, indeed it is. Come, let us go inside."

"Draco followed silently; as he stepped into the house he looked around in awe. It had been quite a few years since Draco had laid eyes upon this house."

Draco was looking around the house when suddenly the doorbell rang and a small, excited voice screamed, "Father, they're here! They're here!" Draco recognized the little boy as his nephew Fred.

"That boy has some voice…never knew," Draco said with a shrug.

"Maybe it's because he's too afraid to raise it above a whisper to you," the Spirit responded.

"Draco's jaw dropped at the statement. Was his nephew really afraid of him? He had no time to ponder when he saw familiar faces at the door. He remembered them all from Fran's wedding and Christmases from long ago."

"Merry Christmas," everyone said when they greeted young Fred.

"Merry Christmas!" the young boy said in a happy voice and hugged the family members and friends.

Draco leaned over to George and said, "Where's that brother of yours?"

"Have you learned nothing from our time together? There is food in the other room!" George said.

"Oh, right."

"Welcome, welcome!" Jack said as he entered the front hall. "You are all just in time for the turkey. Shall we all sit down?"

Everyone followed Jack into the dinning hall and sat down in their proper places.

"Will Draco be joining us for dinner today?" an elderly gentleman asked, whom Draco remembered was Jack's father.

"Sadly no, Father. He says that Christmas is a humbug."

"A humbug!" exclaimed the lady on the other side of Jack, who was his mother. "And he believes it?"

"Very much indeed." Jack then cleared his throat, stood up, and held his cup into the air. "What shall we toast to this year?"

"Peace on Earth", "good will towards men", and "family", came from everyone at the table.

"Fred," Jack said to his son, "what should we toast to this year?"

"To Uncle Draco."

The whole room went silent. "Why, whatever for? He doesn't love you enough to be here today."

"Mother, that was uncalled for," Jack said to her.

Fred stood up on his chair and said, "Because, Grandmother, he is my uncle, Mum's brother. She loved him a whole bunch, and anyone that she loved must have some good in him. Right, Father?" Fred asked.

"You are right, my son." He raised his glass. "To Uncle Draco, may he have a healthy life and hopefully come to join our gathering next year." He smiled and winked at his son as he took a sip.

Draco could not believe the conversation that had just happened in front of him. He never noticed how much his nephew Fred was so much like his sister Fran. "Why is everyone toasting to me today?"

"I have no clue," said Fred, George, and the Spirit.

"Come, my time draws near, and there is still one more place that we must go," the Spirit said as he put a hand on Draco's back. All the while Draco thought about actually going to Jack's house next Christmas Day.

They all walked down the street and soon started to walk up the path to another house. Fred and George appeared outside the house's door, and George continued, "Draco followed the Spirit of Christmas Present to a house he'd never seen before."

"Mate, he lives in bloody London, how could he never see this house before?" Fred asked.

George rolled his eyes, "He has, but saying that he's never seen it before sounds a lot better than saying that he saw the house before, in fact he passed it many times, but never really cared to remember or find out who lives in it." George paused for a moment and then said, "Hey, actually that sounded a lot better. Let me make a note of that."

Draco rolled his eyes at the twins and asked, "Spirit, where are we?"

"You will see," he answered and walked through the wall and into the house.

Draco followed closely behind, and George and Fred followed after him.

George continued on with his narration, "As Draco went inside the house, he looked all around and was in awe."

Draco looked over at George and said, "Do I look like I'm in awe?"

"Um, no." George sighed and said, "Fine then, Draco entered the house, looked around and only noticed that a rich man lived there."

"Thanks."

"Whatever. The house was lavishly decorated for Christmas. You could tell that the people who lived here were a happy bunch."

"Where the hell is she?" came a familiar voice.

Draco peered into the other room and then stared up at the Spirit. "You brought me to Harry-Bloody-Potter's house? Was it necessary to bring me here?"

"Yes, now follow me."

Draco started to follow, but stopped as he heard Potter continue to talk to someone that Draco did not know.

"Oliver, where is she?" Harry demanded.

"Don't worry, Harry, women like to make themselves beautiful before they can be seen with their fiancées."

"Great, we'll be here for hours," Harry said.

Draco's eyes went big; did he just insinuate that Ginny was not already beautiful? He looked at his annoying narrators and said, "You guys don't mind him marrying your sister?"

"He may not be the greatest, but he does love our sister in some way. Besides, we have no say, and Ginny's not going to wait around for her Prince Charming forever, you know," Fred stated.

Draco looked at him and wondered if he was directing that statement to him.

"Draco, we must move," the Spirit called.

Draco snapped out of his revere and continued up the stairs behind the Spirit.

"Draco and the Spirit stopped at a single door, and Draco walked through first," George said. "When Draco entered the room, he stopped suddenly. His eyes fell upon a woman more beautiful than he ever saw before."

"Ginny," Draco said in a short breath.

"Since that dreadful day five years ago, Draco had neither spoken to nor seen Virginia Weasley, and here she was now, sitting in front of a vanity mirror looking deeply at herself."

Ginny clutched at the necklace around her neck; it was the first gift that Draco had ever been able to afford to give to her. He didn't even know why she still had it and kept wearing it for that matter. "Oh, Draco," she said as a single tear ran down her face.

All of a sudden the door to her room opened wide, and her mother came into the room.

"Dear, are you ready yet? Harry is getting a little impatient down there."

Ginny sighed and started to cry. "Oh Mother!"

"What is wrong?" Mrs. Weasley went running to her daughter and held her in a tight grasp.

"Am I doing the right thing by marrying him?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, deary, it's just some cold feet."

"No, Mother, it is not. I am not feeling anything towards Harry. I want to, Mother, oh how I want to, but I can't."

"You do know that Harry loves you dear, maybe in time…"

Ginny laughed, "Harry does not love me, Mother. I know what being loved feels like."

Her mother got stern with her. "Virginia, you listen to me now. You have been waiting around for Draco for five years now." Draco's eyes went wide once more. Did she still love him, after all these years?

"I have not," Ginny said in self-defense.

"You have, my dear. You have to let go of such childish thoughts and move on. The reason why you do not feel Harry's love is because you do not give him the chance. He does love you, my dear. He does."

"You're right, Mother." Draco's heart felt like it tore in two all over again.

"Of course I am. Now fix your eyes and come downstairs. Your brothers will be here soon."

Ginny smiled and said, "I'll be down in just a moment."

"That's a good girl," Mrs. Weasley said, turned around, and walked away.

Ginny turned around and looked in the mirror once more. She reached up behind her and unfastened the necklace. "Mother is right," Ginny said to herself, "I have to put you away, now and forever." She then walked to the window, opened it up, and threw it as far as she could. She waited until she heard a faint clink as it hit the ground. She closed the window and sighed sadly.

Draco watched as Ginny got up and went to the door. "Ginny, wait!" he yelled as though she could hear him. She closed the door before Draco could reach her.

"That's what you should have done five years ago," said the Ghost of Christmas Present.

When Draco turned around, he, Fred, and George were no longer in the house, but were outside on a cold, foggy night in.

"Spirit, where are you?" Draco asked. "Where are we?" he called out to George and Fred.

"Um… the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come is on its way," Fred said.

"It is?" Draco asked as the bells started to toll three.

"Yup, uh, Draco, it's been fun and all, but we'll see you after this part of the story ends. We hope it works out for you," George said as he and Fred were creeping away.

"I don't think so!" Draco said as he grabbed both of their collars and held tightly. "You two have been a thorn in my side since this whole thing started. You aren't going to leave me now."

As the three of them turned around, they almost collided into what looked like a Dementor.

To Be Continued…