A/N: Thank you to all who read. Thank you to all who reviewed, including: Nickel and Swimfan you guys review practically every chapter, I really appreciate it! Anyway, on with the show.

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The two of them giggled quietly as the walked up the stairs. The door was right in front of them and as a final confirmation of her sincerity he looked up. She nodded. Slowly he turned the handle and let her in ahead of him. He closed the door noiselessly and proceeded to the bed. She was already there kneeling by the side, her face very close the sleeping boy.

"Ron," her sweet voice rang out. No response. "Ron," she sang again. This time he moved his head. "RON!" she yelled.

Ron's eyes opened. Barely a second later a scream escaped his lips. When this happened Ginny lost it and fell to the floor laughing. Harry was at the end of the bed laughing as well. Little spiders were crawling all over Ron's blanket. He froze and could only stare at his laughing pranksters. "Harry, get them off," he said very slowly.

With a swish of his wand Harry removed the faux spiders. They were only a magical illusion. "You should've seen your face," Harry managed to say through laughs.

"Priceless!" Ginny added.

"Why did you do that!" Ron's face was flushed and he was now sitting up in his bed. His room, contrary to Ginny's was painted. It was blue. But his bed and sheets were orange. And his desk was green. The thin carpet that was nearly worn out of existence was brown. He didn't choose this color scheme himself. The bed was a hand me down as well as the rest of the furniture. The room itself was a hand me down, originally occupied by his brother Charlie.

"Mum told us to wake you up." Ginny stood up from the floor and fixed her pants which had bunched at the ankles.

"She also mentioned to use any means necessary," Harry pointed out. He was wearing the Christmas sweater Mrs. Weasely had made last year. It was maroon with specks of white and green in it. His pants were the usual gray and his shoes were the same ratty black ones he always wore.

"Well, fine. I have to dress so go," Ron said in a curt voice.

"Aww, is little Rony Wony upset?" Ginny asked in baby talk just to piss him off further. Ron pushed her and Harry out of the room.

The both of them looked at each other as the door slammed. Then they just laughed and continued down the stairs to the breakfast table that awaited them. Mr. Weasely was sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet while Mrs. Weasely hustled around in the kitchen. Harry sat down next to Mr. Weasely and struck up a conversation about the eerie calmness in the Wizarding World as far as Attacks were concerned. Ginny continued on to the kitchen to help her mom out. From what she could tell her mother was cooking eggs, bacon, toast and something that had a suspicious smell. Fearing an upset look from her mother, Ginny let it go.

"Good Morning!" his father said heartily.

"Morning Ron!" his mother called out from the kitchen.

"Morning all," Ron responded. He had worn one of his old Christmas sweaters as well. His hair which he rarely spent any time on ever was neatly combed and parted down the middle of his head.

"Morning Ron," Harry said knowingly as he slanted his eyebrows.

From hearing this Ginny shot her head out of the kitchen, "Morning Rony Wony." She smiled as she ducked her head back.

Ron just shot dirty looks at Harry and another one where Ginny's head had been. "So, where's the rest of the family this year?" Ron had forgotten what his letter from his brothers had said even though it was sent only 2 weeks ago.

"The Ministry had important papers that needing filing. Candy business booms at the holidays, and as you know, the dangerous animals have been kept on a tight leash as of recent," Arthur answered smoothly.

"Oh."

Ginny and Mrs. Weasely brought the food out. Ginny carried 5 plates with forks and knives. She set the table handing out the miss-matched plates randomly. She got a green plate, Ron the blue one, her mother and father got the only cream colored ones, and Harry got a red plate. The food was passed around and most stayed away from the malodorous dish. However, Mrs. Weasely barely noticed this.

Mrs. Weasely had already gone to Gringotts to get out money for everyone. They all decided on a neutral meeting spot, the Burrow. With the craziness of holiday shopping it was just a safe bet that everyone would eventually end up back home. Of course Ron, Harry and Ginny went together and Mr. and Mrs. Weasely went shopping on their own. However, Ginny felt a little out of place but ignored the feeling trying to keep the promise she had made last night.

"So where first?" She asked after her parents had left via flue powder.

The group was standing in front of the fireplace contemplating on where to go first. "Well, he should go to Hogsmeade because then we split up without getting lost," Ron suggested.

Harry took a quick glance over at Ginny and then he looked down at his shoes. "I agree."

Ginny nodded in acceptance and walked over to the bag of flue powder. And one by one they flued over to Hogsmeade. Ginny was the first to go and when she arrived she noticed that she was in the same shop that Draco had snuck her into not so long ago (it certainly felt like it though). A warm smile appeared on her lips remembering the night. Not a second after did Harry appear. Mistaking her smile as directed at him, he smiled back.

"What?"

Ginny shook her head, "Nothing. Where's Ron?" Gin knew that Harry always went last when flueing was involved.

"He didn't arrive here?"

"Nope."

"Hmm…Oh well, it doesn't matter. We decided that at 6 we'd meet at Hogs Head," Harry said dismissively.

She hadn't noticed the first time she was here, but this was a knick knack shop. She looked around seeing lots of interesting things. One of the things that had caught her eye was a ring. Its gleam drew her closer to it and she approached the glass incased shelving. The silver ring had an ornate dragon on it with emerald chips for eyes which was the only source of color. The rest was just silver. From the way she was staring at it the shopkeeper thought she wanted to buy it, she shyly declined and walked away from the case.

"Anything you need to get here?" Ginny asked Harry who was standing in the middle of the store.

"No. I thought you did."

"I was just looking. I need to go to the cloth shop."

Harry nodded and they both left the shop. Going against her best judgment Ginny took one last glance at the store remembering the ring, and remembering Draco.

"Whoa!" Harry grabbed Ginny's arm and held her back as a carriage continued barreling past them with alarming speed. "You should be more careful," he warned.

Ginny grinned sheepishly. "Whoops."

"You bought him socks…again," Harry said unenthusiastically. "What color? White, blue?

"Black actually. I got you some too! Except yours are red." Ginny thanked the store keeper as she paid. She got the bag.

"Here, I'll hold it," Harry offered.

Ginny handed the bag to him, "Thanks."

"Why did you tell me what you got me? That ruined it."

She wasn't sure if he was really hurt or not. "I've told you every year. What difference does it make?"

"I kinda like the surprise," he added lowly.

"Sorry."

"I'm over it. Okay now I have to get stuff. Off to the bookstore!"

Harry bought Ron a Quidditch book that detailed the lives of the most famous players in its ancient history. He also got a gift for Mr. and Mrs. Weasely. It was a brand new tablecloth that they could put out for every day occasions. The one they had now had seen better days. Ginny thought it a fantastic gift idea. She was never really creative with this stuff. She always gave things that were useful but not necessarily the most meaningful.

"Alright, let's go meet Ron."

"Wait, I have something to get. I'll see you there." Ginny gave a reassuring smile and turned back the other direction.

He watched her go somewhat suspiciously. He chastised himself for doing so; he really wanted this fix between him and Gin to be permanent, so he turned around and headed for Hogs Head. He resolved that he wouldn't wonder where she was going all the time.

Ginny really didn't have anywhere to go. She just didn't want to go meet Ron right then. There was a book that she was considering buying as a gift to herself, so she wandered over there. The crowds were starting to thin out a little but not much. It seemed that the only people left now were all the obnoxious ones. They would bump into her without the slightest care or concern. One girl hit her in the shin with her heavy bag and didn't even apologize! She just looked back at Ginny as if it were her fault. Inconsiderate people angered her so.

She finally made it to the bookstore and tried to find the book. She wandered through selves and selves and then finally there it was. She picked it up and read the inside cover. Having her curiosity provoked enough she flipped to the first page. She lost herself in it and hardly noticed her surroundings.

"Honey, Mud and Maggots. Quite the interesting title," an eloquent voice noted.

Ginny lifted her eyes from the pages in response to the voice behind her. A small smirk appeared on her face. She felt the person put their arms around her waist. She closed her eyes. They brought their head over her shoulder. She turned her face to meet theirs. "Indeed."

He smiled and kissed her sweetly. They separated knowing that people around them would see. 'Public Displays of Affection weren't welcomed in respectable establishments such as book shops.' Bunch of bloody hypocrites, she thought. Everyone knows that people go to the Muggle Sciences section to make out.

"Two kisses in two days, oh Draco, you spoil me." Ginny turned around to face him, book in hand.

He just smirked back at her.

A/N: eww, this shortish but w/e. You guys got another chapter. That book, "Honey, Mud and Maggots," is an actual book. Its crazy interesting, (if your into medicine). Loads of crap has been happening on my end of the world so sorry for the late update. Please review! Thank you. Oh, and Happy Passover to any celebrating it!