Harry awoke to the familiar sound of the rooster crowing. He was at the
Burrow, along with the Weasleys and Hermione. It was finally the holidays,
and only a few days until Christmas. The rest of the Weasley clan had
arrived the night before. Bill was bunking on the couch with Fleur, and
Charlie was sleeping in Fred and George's room. Percy, of course, was the
only Weasley not present.
Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione had come back from Hogwarts joyful and triumphant, and had taken to singing exactly that same Christmas carol all the way home to the Burrow. The Quidditch match between Gryfflepuff and Slytherclaw had been one of the best wins that Harry could remember, and now that it was Christmas, it was the best possible feeling that he could ever have!
The Christmas spirit was infectious - even Mr Weasley was caught humming "We Three Kings" and Mrs Weasley was as loud and cheery as ever, clattering around the kitchen and putting mountains of wood on the fire. Harry spent the second morning helping Mr. Weasley and Bill put mis-matched multi- coloured luminous lights over every inch of the house, while Ron and Hermione were barely seen that day, as they went off alone to play "happy couples" in the bushes at the back of the Burrow.
When Harry had finally finished decorating the house, he was sent to work at de-gnoming the back garden and pulling Crookshanks out of countless pinetrees around the property. Ginny had been baking cookies in the wood stove for everyone to enjoy for supper that night.
The next chilly morning, Harry got up quickly, almost hitting Ron in the face with his foot as he did this. He wanted to give Ginny a kiss before the rest of the household woke up. Hurriedly, he crept down the stairs and eased the door open, gently shutting it carefully behind him. Harry glanced around at the small, dark room and saw Ginny sleeping in the bed opposite. Grinning, he took a step forward, but hadn't gotten more than a metre into the room before his foot connected with something hard and he tripped and fell with a crash and a "holy shit!" against the side of Ginnys bed.
"Ow! What was that?" Someone moaned sleepily from behind. He turned (quite painfully) around, only to find Hermione sitting up in her make-shift bed, rubbing her shin.
"Oh great," Harry murmured, he had totally forgotten about Hermione sleeping in Ginnys room. He turned, face red in embarassment, at the sound of laughter. Ginny was sitting up sleepily in bed, giggling in amusement. It wasn't long before a smile broke out on Hermione's face, too. Grimmacing in humiliation, Harry carefully pulled himself up onto her bed.
"Did I wake you?" He asked softly, an uncontrollable grin pulling the corners of his lips up at Ginny's sleep-flushed, glowing face.
"Yeah ... you did," she smiled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ... well ...," he glanced over at Hermione, still rubbing her shin and trying to untangle her hair at the same time. "What I meant was, that ... I didn't mean to wake you two like this, I just thought I would ..."
"Thought you would what...?" asked Hermione nosily, smirking slightly at Harry's speechless face.
"...That I would come and wish Ginny good morning, if that's ok with you, Miss Busy-Body!" Harry was going bright red, he could literally feel his temperature rising.
"And a very good morning wake-up it was too, Harry." Ginny said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Oh, puh-lease. I'm getting changed!" And with that, Hermione grabbed a few pieces of clothing and slammed the door. Ginny sighed and placed her hands around Harry's neck. He was still a little embarrased by the whole situation and found it hard to look at her.
"Don't worry about it. I don't mind, really."
"I feel like such a dickhead though, I mean, first I almost knock out your brother getting out of bed, and then I almost kill his girlfriend, and I didn't even give you the proper holiday wake up call that I wanted to give you!"
"Harry, you didn't listen to me, I said that I didn't mind, its sweet what you wanted to do, honestly!"
Harry shook his head. "Yeah, you won't mind, but what if it gets out that I was sneaking into the 'Girls Room'? It looks a bit suspicious, don't you think? Me, creeping into your room with a shitty excuse of 'just saying good morning' to the both of you! I don't think so! I'm gonna look like such a pervert."
"I don't see it as a big deal. Anyway, then we can tell everyone that we are, in fact going out."
"What? You haven't told anyone about us yet?" Harry asked incredulously, turning around to face her.
Ginny shrugged. "Have you?" She turned and looked out the dim window.
"No, I haven't told anyone either, so the only people who do know about us are Ron and Hermione. But then, no one is meant to know about them either, and everyone does, so what's the big deal? Oh, and I bet Hermione hasn't gone to get changed at all anyway."
Harry gazed at her blankly. "Hasn't gone to get changed?"
Ginny laughed onto his shoulder. "She's gone to see ... you know, 'someone.'"
Harry's expression didn't change. "Someone?" he asked stupidly.
Ginny's grin faded when she realised she was the only one getting the joke. "Harry, you dumbass, you left your room, and now Ron's all alone, so where do you think Hermiones gone then? To pull Crookshanks down from another pinetree? Yeah right. I bet we could catch them at it right now!" Ginny smirked, a devilish grin playing on the corners of her mouth.
Harry grinned, finally catching on, and then started to laugh. "That would be a sight! ... But I certainly wouldn't want them to walk in on us, so I think we'll leave them to it, hey? Plus I can think of better things to be doing than perving on them." He kissed her fully on the lips and pressed his weight onto her body. She answered him back with a tender kiss, but wriggled free of him and sat up quickly.
"I'm starving, let's go down and have brekkie!" she giggled, knowing full well that it would annoy Harry, and ran down the stairs before Harry had even registered.
"Harry, Mum's done tomatoes, sausages and crispy bacon for Breakfast! What a feast, come and get some before bloody Fred and George flog it all! Oi, piss off, you two! Leave some for me and Harry!" Ron was screeching, tearing down the stairs after Fred and George as they galloped past him, whooping with laughter.
Harry glanced up nonchalantly "Oh ... yeah ... ok, I'll be there in a minute ... " He reached for his clothes just as Ron came back into the room.
"Bloody arseholes," he growled moodily. "But I made Mum promise me that she wouldn't put any food on the table until everyones there." Ron glanced at his best friend. "Hurry up, would you, Harry."
"Yeah yeah," Harry mumbled, "I think I'll get my clothes on first though."
Ron shrugged. "Don't worry about it, Mate, everyone wears their jarmies to the breakfast table in this house!" He grinned. "Well I am, anyway!"
Harry looked down at what Ron was wearing. Green boxers with pink hippogriffs on them. He smirked. "Where on earth did you get those beauties from, Ron?" His voice on the brink of uncontrollable laughter.
Ron blushed. "Hermione gave them to me for my birthday." He choked in embarassment. "Shut up, Harry!" He grabbed a stuffed bear of Ginny's and threw it at Harry's laughing face. "Next time I won't make Mum wait for you, loser." Harry looked up and grinned at him, before they made their way out to breakfast in their bedclothes.
"A merry morning to you all!" Mrs Weasley yelled over the noise in the kitchen. "Now Ginny, dear, you sit there - Fred, George, will you leave the armchairs alone!"
Fred and George leviated the chairs back down and sat at the table, sniggering at each other.
"Now is everyone here? Good!" Mrs Weasley called once more as Harry took an empty chair next to his girlfriend and Ron took a seat next to Hermione, who turned and lay her head on his broad shoulder. Ginny caught Harry's eye and smirked into her cup of hot chocolate. Mrs Weasley then proceeded to dump large baking dishes of fried bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried eggs and onion, hot buttered toast and kippers. "Tuck in everyone!"
Immediately, a million hands, or so it seemed, shot out and grabbed the many tongs scattered around the table and hurriedly filled their plates with glorously fatty food.
"Oh you are such a goot cook, Missus Weesley" Fleur chipped in, as she took another pancake. Mrs Weasley looked up in surprised. "Why, thank you Fleur, but this is not my cooking today, this is Arthurs, he volunteered this morning."
"Dad what?" Fred cut in.
"Seriously Mum, if Dad did this breakfast, theres no way I'm touching it." George stated as he removed a half eaten tomato from his mouth and placed it back on the food tray, to everyone's disgust.
"Don't be silly, you two! You both know that your father can cook!" Mrs Weasley scolded, taking the half-eaten tomato from the tray and slopping it back onto George's plate.
"Only just!" Sniggered Ron.
"Ok, ok, its not actually that bad." Charlie piped in reasoningly, before adding snidely. "What went wrong?"
Everyone cracked up, laughing hard into their platefuls of Mr Weasley's cooking.
"I'm hurting, boys." Mr Weasley spoke up mournfully. "I'm hurting deep inside, and I don't hurt easily," he sighed.
Harry glanced up to see if he was serious, but caught the humoured twinkle in his eye, just before everyone else saw it and laughed again, along with Mr Weasley this time.
"Nice one, Dad!" Fred laughed, slapping him on the back. "Great acting! Now we know where we get it from!"
"Just eat your breakfast!" Mrs Weasley snapped at them.
"Lots to do today, everyone, so lets see all this food eaten up, you'll need all your energy!" Mr Weasley piped up as he finished laughing. "Christmas eve tomorrow!"
****
It was night, the day before Christmas Eve. Everyone was very excited, but none more than Ginny, she just wouldn't sit still. With an expression of delight, she eagerly pinned up everyones' stockings and stood there decorating the mantle piece for at least half an hour. And then, of course, Fred and George came into the living room.
"Hey Gin, you'd better put those stockings up a bit higher or they'll snagg on good 'ole Father Christmas's undies and get lost forever down his bumcrack!" Hooted Fred and he gave George a high five. Ginny's smile faded and she began to redden at the ears. She turned slowly to face them, her eyes slitted dangerously. Harry shifted uncomfortably where he was seated on his chair.
"Yeah, and I don't know about you, but I won't want my stocking back after that!" George laughed to Fred, before turning back to Ginny. "You, on the other hand, Gin, would kiss Santa's arse if it meant getting an extra present, you suck up. Gee, it's a pity old Santa's a load of bullcrap, isn't it, Frederick?"
Ginny was livid. "Shut the hell up, you immature pair of knobheads!" She screamed. Mrs Weasleys head snapped up at her tone.
"Ginny, you know not to use that sort of language, you sound like a common prostitute!"
Ginny's angry expression turned to that of rage when she turned back from her mother to her brothers to find them pissing themselves with laughter behind her.
"You hear that Ginny?" George yelped, "you're a common prostitute!" He and Fred slapped each other another high five.
"I did not say that she WAS one, as you both know, just that her language just got a little overboard just now." Mrs Weasley corrected him.
Fred wiped away tears of laughter. "Sure, sure - same thing Mum. Anyway, we all know that Ginny's always been a common little pros-"
WHACK!
"Ow, F**k me!" Fred exclaimed loudly, grabbing his nose. "F**k me that hurt!" Ginnys knuckles stung a little from her punch, but it was well worth it to see Fred suffer.
Harry, who had been trying to hide behind one of Hermione's books, burst out laughing at the sight of Fred holding his nose.
"Mum, did you see that?" Cried Fred, "the little bitch just walloped me!"
"She's not a bitch." Harry defended, getting out of his chair and coming to stand by Ginnys side.
"Like a bet, Harry, you don't know her like I do. Besides, she punched me!" Fred was really more angry about the lack of attention than his bleeding nose. "I mean, look what she Friggin did to me, for Christs sake!"
"Fred!" Mrs Weasley scolded. "She only did what she did, because you downgraded her. Yes, Ginny's actions where wrong, but you know better. And I do not appreciate that sort of language, thankyou, young man!"
"Oh, I get it!" Fred cried, "its all my fault! Ginny's the one who resorts to violence and you're the one who called her a friggin' whore, but all the time it's been MY fault. Oh, I see its so bleeding obvious now, isn't it?! Fred bellowed angrily.
Ron was the first to laugh, then Bill started to chuckle. Fleur, of course began her giggling in a soft, feminine way, and Mr Weasley laughed into his newspaper. Hermione bit her lip, but couldn't resist a laugh when she saw the look on Fred's face. Soon everyone was laughing, even Mrs Weasley. Even George couldn't contain a snicker. And then it was Fred's turn, he laughed so much that his sides hurt and he almost felt like rolling around on the floor and getting the attention that he was deprived off for his bleeding nose. However, he rafrained from such a childish action.
The giggling finally died down when Fred told them all to shut up, that the joke was over and that he was going to watch the telly. But Harry and Ginny were nowhere to be seen.
Ginny and Harry both ran to her room and quickly shut the door. No one would even miss them, not with the pulava downstairs. Locking the door, Ginny turned to face Harry, who immediately met her lips with his own with equal enthusiasm and she was pushed back against her door. Harrys hands were already at the waistband of her jeans as they continued to explore each others mouths passionately. It had been a while, afterall.
Ginny's fingers were tangled in his damp hair and the air in her body left her again as Harry pushed her harder against the door.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Ginny, are you there? Its almost time for Christmas Carols on the T.V. Come on, I'll go and find Harry." Ron yelled through the door.
Ginny and Harry had stiffened in fear at the knock on her bedroom door, and now they collapsed into each other , both put out that they had been interrupted. Ginny pushed Harry off herself and opened the door gently. "Damn." She whispered softly, her breathing slowing to normality. Harry laughed breathlessly. "Yeah, damns the word!"
Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione had come back from Hogwarts joyful and triumphant, and had taken to singing exactly that same Christmas carol all the way home to the Burrow. The Quidditch match between Gryfflepuff and Slytherclaw had been one of the best wins that Harry could remember, and now that it was Christmas, it was the best possible feeling that he could ever have!
The Christmas spirit was infectious - even Mr Weasley was caught humming "We Three Kings" and Mrs Weasley was as loud and cheery as ever, clattering around the kitchen and putting mountains of wood on the fire. Harry spent the second morning helping Mr. Weasley and Bill put mis-matched multi- coloured luminous lights over every inch of the house, while Ron and Hermione were barely seen that day, as they went off alone to play "happy couples" in the bushes at the back of the Burrow.
When Harry had finally finished decorating the house, he was sent to work at de-gnoming the back garden and pulling Crookshanks out of countless pinetrees around the property. Ginny had been baking cookies in the wood stove for everyone to enjoy for supper that night.
The next chilly morning, Harry got up quickly, almost hitting Ron in the face with his foot as he did this. He wanted to give Ginny a kiss before the rest of the household woke up. Hurriedly, he crept down the stairs and eased the door open, gently shutting it carefully behind him. Harry glanced around at the small, dark room and saw Ginny sleeping in the bed opposite. Grinning, he took a step forward, but hadn't gotten more than a metre into the room before his foot connected with something hard and he tripped and fell with a crash and a "holy shit!" against the side of Ginnys bed.
"Ow! What was that?" Someone moaned sleepily from behind. He turned (quite painfully) around, only to find Hermione sitting up in her make-shift bed, rubbing her shin.
"Oh great," Harry murmured, he had totally forgotten about Hermione sleeping in Ginnys room. He turned, face red in embarassment, at the sound of laughter. Ginny was sitting up sleepily in bed, giggling in amusement. It wasn't long before a smile broke out on Hermione's face, too. Grimmacing in humiliation, Harry carefully pulled himself up onto her bed.
"Did I wake you?" He asked softly, an uncontrollable grin pulling the corners of his lips up at Ginny's sleep-flushed, glowing face.
"Yeah ... you did," she smiled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ... well ...," he glanced over at Hermione, still rubbing her shin and trying to untangle her hair at the same time. "What I meant was, that ... I didn't mean to wake you two like this, I just thought I would ..."
"Thought you would what...?" asked Hermione nosily, smirking slightly at Harry's speechless face.
"...That I would come and wish Ginny good morning, if that's ok with you, Miss Busy-Body!" Harry was going bright red, he could literally feel his temperature rising.
"And a very good morning wake-up it was too, Harry." Ginny said, kissing him on the cheek.
"Oh, puh-lease. I'm getting changed!" And with that, Hermione grabbed a few pieces of clothing and slammed the door. Ginny sighed and placed her hands around Harry's neck. He was still a little embarrased by the whole situation and found it hard to look at her.
"Don't worry about it. I don't mind, really."
"I feel like such a dickhead though, I mean, first I almost knock out your brother getting out of bed, and then I almost kill his girlfriend, and I didn't even give you the proper holiday wake up call that I wanted to give you!"
"Harry, you didn't listen to me, I said that I didn't mind, its sweet what you wanted to do, honestly!"
Harry shook his head. "Yeah, you won't mind, but what if it gets out that I was sneaking into the 'Girls Room'? It looks a bit suspicious, don't you think? Me, creeping into your room with a shitty excuse of 'just saying good morning' to the both of you! I don't think so! I'm gonna look like such a pervert."
"I don't see it as a big deal. Anyway, then we can tell everyone that we are, in fact going out."
"What? You haven't told anyone about us yet?" Harry asked incredulously, turning around to face her.
Ginny shrugged. "Have you?" She turned and looked out the dim window.
"No, I haven't told anyone either, so the only people who do know about us are Ron and Hermione. But then, no one is meant to know about them either, and everyone does, so what's the big deal? Oh, and I bet Hermione hasn't gone to get changed at all anyway."
Harry gazed at her blankly. "Hasn't gone to get changed?"
Ginny laughed onto his shoulder. "She's gone to see ... you know, 'someone.'"
Harry's expression didn't change. "Someone?" he asked stupidly.
Ginny's grin faded when she realised she was the only one getting the joke. "Harry, you dumbass, you left your room, and now Ron's all alone, so where do you think Hermiones gone then? To pull Crookshanks down from another pinetree? Yeah right. I bet we could catch them at it right now!" Ginny smirked, a devilish grin playing on the corners of her mouth.
Harry grinned, finally catching on, and then started to laugh. "That would be a sight! ... But I certainly wouldn't want them to walk in on us, so I think we'll leave them to it, hey? Plus I can think of better things to be doing than perving on them." He kissed her fully on the lips and pressed his weight onto her body. She answered him back with a tender kiss, but wriggled free of him and sat up quickly.
"I'm starving, let's go down and have brekkie!" she giggled, knowing full well that it would annoy Harry, and ran down the stairs before Harry had even registered.
"Harry, Mum's done tomatoes, sausages and crispy bacon for Breakfast! What a feast, come and get some before bloody Fred and George flog it all! Oi, piss off, you two! Leave some for me and Harry!" Ron was screeching, tearing down the stairs after Fred and George as they galloped past him, whooping with laughter.
Harry glanced up nonchalantly "Oh ... yeah ... ok, I'll be there in a minute ... " He reached for his clothes just as Ron came back into the room.
"Bloody arseholes," he growled moodily. "But I made Mum promise me that she wouldn't put any food on the table until everyones there." Ron glanced at his best friend. "Hurry up, would you, Harry."
"Yeah yeah," Harry mumbled, "I think I'll get my clothes on first though."
Ron shrugged. "Don't worry about it, Mate, everyone wears their jarmies to the breakfast table in this house!" He grinned. "Well I am, anyway!"
Harry looked down at what Ron was wearing. Green boxers with pink hippogriffs on them. He smirked. "Where on earth did you get those beauties from, Ron?" His voice on the brink of uncontrollable laughter.
Ron blushed. "Hermione gave them to me for my birthday." He choked in embarassment. "Shut up, Harry!" He grabbed a stuffed bear of Ginny's and threw it at Harry's laughing face. "Next time I won't make Mum wait for you, loser." Harry looked up and grinned at him, before they made their way out to breakfast in their bedclothes.
"A merry morning to you all!" Mrs Weasley yelled over the noise in the kitchen. "Now Ginny, dear, you sit there - Fred, George, will you leave the armchairs alone!"
Fred and George leviated the chairs back down and sat at the table, sniggering at each other.
"Now is everyone here? Good!" Mrs Weasley called once more as Harry took an empty chair next to his girlfriend and Ron took a seat next to Hermione, who turned and lay her head on his broad shoulder. Ginny caught Harry's eye and smirked into her cup of hot chocolate. Mrs Weasley then proceeded to dump large baking dishes of fried bacon, pancakes, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried eggs and onion, hot buttered toast and kippers. "Tuck in everyone!"
Immediately, a million hands, or so it seemed, shot out and grabbed the many tongs scattered around the table and hurriedly filled their plates with glorously fatty food.
"Oh you are such a goot cook, Missus Weesley" Fleur chipped in, as she took another pancake. Mrs Weasley looked up in surprised. "Why, thank you Fleur, but this is not my cooking today, this is Arthurs, he volunteered this morning."
"Dad what?" Fred cut in.
"Seriously Mum, if Dad did this breakfast, theres no way I'm touching it." George stated as he removed a half eaten tomato from his mouth and placed it back on the food tray, to everyone's disgust.
"Don't be silly, you two! You both know that your father can cook!" Mrs Weasley scolded, taking the half-eaten tomato from the tray and slopping it back onto George's plate.
"Only just!" Sniggered Ron.
"Ok, ok, its not actually that bad." Charlie piped in reasoningly, before adding snidely. "What went wrong?"
Everyone cracked up, laughing hard into their platefuls of Mr Weasley's cooking.
"I'm hurting, boys." Mr Weasley spoke up mournfully. "I'm hurting deep inside, and I don't hurt easily," he sighed.
Harry glanced up to see if he was serious, but caught the humoured twinkle in his eye, just before everyone else saw it and laughed again, along with Mr Weasley this time.
"Nice one, Dad!" Fred laughed, slapping him on the back. "Great acting! Now we know where we get it from!"
"Just eat your breakfast!" Mrs Weasley snapped at them.
"Lots to do today, everyone, so lets see all this food eaten up, you'll need all your energy!" Mr Weasley piped up as he finished laughing. "Christmas eve tomorrow!"
****
It was night, the day before Christmas Eve. Everyone was very excited, but none more than Ginny, she just wouldn't sit still. With an expression of delight, she eagerly pinned up everyones' stockings and stood there decorating the mantle piece for at least half an hour. And then, of course, Fred and George came into the living room.
"Hey Gin, you'd better put those stockings up a bit higher or they'll snagg on good 'ole Father Christmas's undies and get lost forever down his bumcrack!" Hooted Fred and he gave George a high five. Ginny's smile faded and she began to redden at the ears. She turned slowly to face them, her eyes slitted dangerously. Harry shifted uncomfortably where he was seated on his chair.
"Yeah, and I don't know about you, but I won't want my stocking back after that!" George laughed to Fred, before turning back to Ginny. "You, on the other hand, Gin, would kiss Santa's arse if it meant getting an extra present, you suck up. Gee, it's a pity old Santa's a load of bullcrap, isn't it, Frederick?"
Ginny was livid. "Shut the hell up, you immature pair of knobheads!" She screamed. Mrs Weasleys head snapped up at her tone.
"Ginny, you know not to use that sort of language, you sound like a common prostitute!"
Ginny's angry expression turned to that of rage when she turned back from her mother to her brothers to find them pissing themselves with laughter behind her.
"You hear that Ginny?" George yelped, "you're a common prostitute!" He and Fred slapped each other another high five.
"I did not say that she WAS one, as you both know, just that her language just got a little overboard just now." Mrs Weasley corrected him.
Fred wiped away tears of laughter. "Sure, sure - same thing Mum. Anyway, we all know that Ginny's always been a common little pros-"
WHACK!
"Ow, F**k me!" Fred exclaimed loudly, grabbing his nose. "F**k me that hurt!" Ginnys knuckles stung a little from her punch, but it was well worth it to see Fred suffer.
Harry, who had been trying to hide behind one of Hermione's books, burst out laughing at the sight of Fred holding his nose.
"Mum, did you see that?" Cried Fred, "the little bitch just walloped me!"
"She's not a bitch." Harry defended, getting out of his chair and coming to stand by Ginnys side.
"Like a bet, Harry, you don't know her like I do. Besides, she punched me!" Fred was really more angry about the lack of attention than his bleeding nose. "I mean, look what she Friggin did to me, for Christs sake!"
"Fred!" Mrs Weasley scolded. "She only did what she did, because you downgraded her. Yes, Ginny's actions where wrong, but you know better. And I do not appreciate that sort of language, thankyou, young man!"
"Oh, I get it!" Fred cried, "its all my fault! Ginny's the one who resorts to violence and you're the one who called her a friggin' whore, but all the time it's been MY fault. Oh, I see its so bleeding obvious now, isn't it?! Fred bellowed angrily.
Ron was the first to laugh, then Bill started to chuckle. Fleur, of course began her giggling in a soft, feminine way, and Mr Weasley laughed into his newspaper. Hermione bit her lip, but couldn't resist a laugh when she saw the look on Fred's face. Soon everyone was laughing, even Mrs Weasley. Even George couldn't contain a snicker. And then it was Fred's turn, he laughed so much that his sides hurt and he almost felt like rolling around on the floor and getting the attention that he was deprived off for his bleeding nose. However, he rafrained from such a childish action.
The giggling finally died down when Fred told them all to shut up, that the joke was over and that he was going to watch the telly. But Harry and Ginny were nowhere to be seen.
Ginny and Harry both ran to her room and quickly shut the door. No one would even miss them, not with the pulava downstairs. Locking the door, Ginny turned to face Harry, who immediately met her lips with his own with equal enthusiasm and she was pushed back against her door. Harrys hands were already at the waistband of her jeans as they continued to explore each others mouths passionately. It had been a while, afterall.
Ginny's fingers were tangled in his damp hair and the air in her body left her again as Harry pushed her harder against the door.
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Ginny, are you there? Its almost time for Christmas Carols on the T.V. Come on, I'll go and find Harry." Ron yelled through the door.
Ginny and Harry had stiffened in fear at the knock on her bedroom door, and now they collapsed into each other , both put out that they had been interrupted. Ginny pushed Harry off herself and opened the door gently. "Damn." She whispered softly, her breathing slowing to normality. Harry laughed breathlessly. "Yeah, damns the word!"