A/N: I would just like you all to have a heads up on my updates as they will become more sparse. I have my SAT and AP exam in May only one night apart so it's really hellish right now. I am trying to get these chapters to you in a timely fashion but if I don't, now you know why. So thanks to Swimfan (sry it was short), Nickel (glad to keep you happy) and Helldarkangel1 (reviews like that keep me going). And thanks to all that read.

His hair was slightly damp due to the snowflakes that had fallen on it. His checks and face were pale but his lips were a deep red color. It was like she couldn't see anything else of him. His all black attire was classy but it wouldn't be like him to dress anything less than that. Noticing that she was just staring at him she decided to talk. "So, how are you?" Wow, what a smooth talker I am, she thought.

He smiled at her, "I am doing better having seen you."

Aww! "Me too," she confessed.

"Who's that for?"

Ginny realized that she was just staring at him…again. Waking up from her trance she looked down at the book dumbly. "Oh, no one. I was just curious."

"I wasn't aware you were into that sort of thing." Draco put his hand out and she handed the book to him so he could read the summary. With a nod he asked, "Are you getting it?"

"Probably not. I'll see if the library at school has a copy." She took the book back and placed it on the rack behind her. "What were you in here for?"

"I was just wanted to get out of the snow."

"Has it stopped since?"

"Wouldn't know. I was busy kissing you."

Ginny flushed. "Right. Well, let's go see how the weather is."

So they went to the door and saw that the snow had ceased. He suggested they take a walk and go somewhere quiet. He put his arm around her waist protectively. This time when walking, no one hit into Ginny. This fact made her very pleased but a little upset also. People must've thought she was no one by herself but if she had a boy then she must be worth some courtesy. Instead of getting upset at the mores of her society, she quit the thought of her mind.

They had walked to the very edge of the town and found a small, neglected bench to sit on. It was placed under a tree that protected the two from the snow, should it resume. They sat and neither talked. Draco still had his arm around her waist. It did feel nice to be held like that. She ruined the moment by talking. "How is your Christmas break so far?"

"It's boring." His break was terribly lonely, staying in his father's mansion all by himself without even a house elf to boss around. There certainly would be no way he was going to stay with his mother and that awful muggle of hers. "And how is yours?"

"It's going pretty good. I mean, considering I'm stuck with only Ron and Harry as company."

"What about your other brothers?"

"They're too busy to come home this year," she stated, sadness etched in her tone.

"So, has Potter thrown you over his shoulder yet?" He smiled.

She looked at him, "No. We're getting along well, actually."

"You are? Damn, you two have a dynamic relationship," he said with expertly controlled emotions.

"We agreed to get along in the true Christmas spirit."

"And the fact that you're stuck with him for a week has nothing to do with it?" He knew she was just being nice to Potter for her parent's sake. He wanted to believe that she still hated him, but maybe he was wrong. He refused to think that way, so he erased the thought from his memory.

"Okay, so that was considered too," she said with a laugh.

Silence befell them once more. Ginny was staring straight ahead, her eyes open but not noticing her surroundings. She had been zoning out often. Her body was perfectly still, only her hands moved inside her pockets in an effort to prevent frost bite. Draco was staring at her hair. He opened his hand and let his fingers travel through her silky strands. He then began playing with the ends of her gorgeous red locks. He was just enjoying her company; he didn't have anything to say and wanted nothing to be said. The moment was pleasant, why end it?

"Tell me a secret."

"What?" he asked in a half dazed voice.

"Tell me a secret," she repeated.

"Why?" He stopped playing with her hair and she turned to face him.

"Because I said so," knowing this wasn't enough she added, "AND I'll sit here and snog with you some more."

Hmm, being mysterious, getting snogged…what to choose…Of course Draco voted in favor of making out. "Fine." Okay, now he had to think of a secret. Remembering what they were talking about earlier a perfect one came to mind. "My mum is living with a muggle history teacher." Ginny raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "No, it's true."

"I guess I'll have to trust you on that."

"Guess you will. What was your side of the bargain again?" He put a finger to his chin and tapped lightly.

Ginny laughed at him. She, unlike him, was slow with her kisses. Ever so slowly she leaned in to him, letting her hands rest on the tops of his thighs. She controlled her breath so it would come in and out evenly. Most importantly she didn't loose eye contact. Her hazel eyes never left his silver ones. When she was close she let her nose brush against his, he chuckled. She smiled. When she was mere millimeters from his face she stopped, eyes still locked. "Hi," she said in sexy tone.

Draco just wanted to grab her and kiss her but the deal was her to snog him. And he was happy to let her do it. She finally locked lips with his, but only lightly. Then she moved her hands gradually up his chest. He brought his hands around her back and pulled her in closer. Thusly the kiss intensified. In the middle of her second kiss she stopped. "Draco?"

"Yes," he answered in a breath.

"Let me lead," she said simply.

Draco knew what she meant. He usually had to be the dominant one; it was a non negotiable issue when it came to him. But she was doing such a good job; he decided to relinquish it to her. She continued taking his silence as a yes…

In the post snog fest Ginny was leaning on Draco's shoulder completely spent. They hadn't gone past kissing but to have enough control to go slow with a guy as handsome as him was damn near impossible. He had his arm around her waist, rubbing her side. His eyes were closed, and he was probably asleep. She would've had half a mind to do that as well if she didn't know better. First off it was cold so sleeping wasn't a good idea, and secondly she still had to meet Ron and Harry. When she remembered this she jolted as if the thought had physically struck her.

"What?" Draco asked roused from his pseudo sleep.

"I have to go," she answered looking up at him almost sadly. "My brother and Harry are expecting me at Hogs Head."

"Oh." He removed his arm and stood up, offering his hand. "I'll walk you then."

"It's okay; I know you probably have things to do."

She was right. He did have some letters from his father to interpret so he could be up to speed when school resumed. (Snape had ordered him to take a Break and refused to hear anything on the subject of his father until classes started again.) "No, I'll walk you," he insisted. His time with her was limited as it was. Why would he restrict it further?

She looked around for Harry who stood up and waved at her to get attention. "Gin! Over here!"

"Coming!" She crossed the restaurant/bar. Harry was sitting by himself at the table. Ron was late, though that wasn't a surprise.

"I ordered you some pumpkin juice. I know you hate Butter Beer," he half shouted due to loudness of the people around them.

"Thanks." That was considerate of him. She recalled the last time she had Butter Beer. She threw up, long story short, it was a very unsavory memory. "Ron's late."

"I know. Where did you go?"

"I was looking for something," she lied. It was so much easier to keep Harry in the dark about her rendezvous with Draco. 'Besides, it wasn't his business anyway,' she thought.

"Oh, did you find it?"

"Uh, no." Just as she answered Ron entered. Someone was with him. As they came closer to the table Ginny recognized who it was.

"Mary! How are you?" Ginny rose and gave her friend a hug. "Here, sit."

"Hello?" Ron asked as Mary took her seat.

"I saw you too Ron. You can sit by Harry. Where were you two?" Ginny asked with her eye brow raised.

Mary blushed and lowered her head before anyone could notice. Ron coughed and then answered. "I was, um, at the book shop looking to get a book for Dad in the Muggle Science section when Mary found me. We kinda got caught up in, uh, conversation."

Harry and Ginny tried to suppress a laugh knowing full well of what those two were really doing. "I bet that was interesting," Harry commented.

Mary blushed even more and Ron unconsciously said, "It was."

Ginny laughed out right as did Harry. Ron, realizing what he said, turned 10 shades of red and quickly changed the subject. Unfortunately for him Harry and Ginny were still laughing. So much so that Ron and Mary excused themselves from the table.

"Get some!" Ginny screamed out to Mary's retreating figure. Harry spit out the Butterbeer he was drinking, and it sprayed all over the table. He immediately grabbed for a napkin and vainly tried to clean his mouth but he was giggling too much for it to have any affect on his appearance.

"Good one," he managed to say.

Finally Ginny's drink came and she was grateful for it. Due to the five different fireplaces inside the Hogshead the air was very dry. The waiter set it down on the table and Ginny grabbed at it and chugged it down. "Thanks."

"Uh, sure," the man said slowly and walked away.

"How lady like," Harry commented.

"I try."

After a few minutes of common conversation Ginny asked Harry about his adventures. On the outside she tried to look apathetic but really, deep down, the subject fascinated her. Her life (previously and excluding first year) had been so dull! On top of which Harry told his stories well, he paused for suspense and added comical taglines. But most importantly he made sure that the attention was kept where any listener would want it…on them! His eyes were fixated on her face and only glanced otherwise if he was acting something out facially. A silence fell and he let out a sigh. "And now you're all caught up."

"I don't think so," she looked down at her empty goblet.

"What do you mean?" He leaned forward in his chair. His face seemed bright but that could've been due to the tricks candle light can play.

"Well, what about this year. None of those stories involved this year."

He huffed out air, "That's because nothing has happened yet."

Ginny felt it was best to let it go, the last time she brought up the subject Harry got made at her, and this was going to be good break (she would MAKE it so). "Good point."

"Whoa," Harry's eyes were on his watch. "It's late. We should go." Harry got up from his seat and stretched.

"Okay, but where's Ron?" Ginny began to get up.

"Oh!" Harry said and went to her side and pulled her chair out for her.

"Well, aren't you just the gentlemen."

"Stop you'll make me blush," he joked. She laughed at him.

"Ron knows where we'll be." When she was fully erect, she opened her purse to put down the money for the drinks.

"No, that's unnecessary. I got it." Harry tried to block her.

"I'm paying Harry. You can't stop me." She flung her arm out at the approaching waiter.

"I can and I will. Sir do not let her pay." Harry held Ginny's arms down with his one, while his other was holding the money. The waiter was a man and knew how these situations could be. So, taking the guys side, he took Harry's money. "Ha!"

Ginny crossed her arms and pouted. "You cheated."

"I can't help that I'm stronger than you," he commented innocently.

"Hello! Whose home?" Ginny shouted when she arrived.

"Me!" A group shouted at once.

Ginny shook her head and hung up her coat. As she entered the kitchen she saw her parents, Ron and Mary. "Mary? What are you doing here?"

"I've been invited to stay!" she said excitedly and stood up.

Ginny ran over and gave her a bear hug. "Really! Oh, this is great! Thanks mum, dad."

"Sure honey," Mrs. Weasely responded in a warm voice. "Well, there's Harry!"

Ginny turned around and in he strolled with the same surprised look Ginny had. She told him that Mary is staying; he gave a knowing look to Ron and then sat down.

"Now that you are all home, me and your mother are going to bed." Mr. and Mrs. Weasely rose from the table and slowly made their way upstairs, their feet obviously sore and worn out.

Mary was opposite Ron and Ginny was opposite Harry. "I believe you promised to teach me the ancient muggle art of gift wrapping," Ginny noted raising her eyebrow.

"I did."

"While you two do that me and Mary are going to sit near the fire. It's fearfully cold in here."

Harry and Ginny contained their giggles until the lovers had left the room, or they tried to. Ginny got her gifts and Harry his. After a couple minutes of searching Ginny had found the festive wrap, or what was left of it. Harry went through the process slowly and had Ginny copy his every move. Of course his present had come out looking much more aesthetically pleasing than Ginny's.

"It's ugly," she said plainly.

"No, I think that bulge adds some character." Harry turned the box around, examining it.

"That's another way of saying its ugly." She laughed at her not so symmetrical box.

"Well, you know what they say, Practice makes perfect." Harry rolled out some paper to do another present. She sighed and decided to give it another try. About 5 tries later she figured out how to NOT create that bulge and her last present was wrapped perfectly.

"Look at that!" she stated proudly with curled up lips.

"Told you, you'd get it," Harry said confidently. He took in a big breath and let it out slowly as Ginny yawned. "'Suppose it's late."

"Probably," Ginny mumbled. She was holding her very tired head up with her hand. "I think Imma go to sleep."

"Mmm….sleeeeeeeep," Harry drooled. He was very much tired seeing as how he barely got any sleep the previous night on top of all the activities he did today.

Harry followed Ginny to up the stairs. (The room he was staying in was past hers). When she was at her door, she stopped. "I had fun today, Thanks."

"Don't. I should've always treated you this way." His voice sounded shameful and his eyes were kept on the floor.

"Hey," she said to get his attention. He looked up and eventually looked her straight in the eyes. "It's ancient history." Ginny smiled. "'night Harry." She opened the door and walked in. Meanwhile Harry wished her a good night and continued down to his room.

Ginny let out a sigh and she felt like a load had been lifted from her chest. It was good to forgive people, she concluded. Ginny threw off her shoes and climbed into bed, "Shove over Mary."

"Wake up, Harry!" Heavy fist pelted the door outside. "It's Christmas!" Harry lifted his head up from the pillow very slowly. "Alright, Ron!" He let out a heavy breath and pulled himself out of the now fully warm, totally comfortable bed. Ever so slowly he put on a shirt and dragged his feet to the door.

Upon arriving downstairs Harry realized he was last to wake up. "I'm sorry," he began but Ron and the rest told him to forget it. Besides they hadn't been waiting long anyway. Each person's gifts were stacked neatly next to a certain spot in the living room. Harry's were on the left side of the red couch, to his right was Ron. Ginny was sitting with Mary on the green one. Molly and Arthur were on the white couch. When Harry sat down everyone began their opening frenzy. Solitary scraps of gift wrap floated around the room. Once festive wraps were now reduced to confetti. For wizards it was marvelously easy to clean up this kind of mess, so none in the room cared about the rubbish.

The unwrapping ceremony ended unceremoniously (as was custom) and then one by one each person left the room to the kitchen. Being the parents Molly and Arthur finished first and had time to cook up the breakfast while the kids finished with their Christmas. The only thing that surpassed the Christmas breakfast was the Christmas dinner. And the third best thing of all was Christmas lunch. At breakfast the food would be in fun shapes and silly objects. The lunch was when everyone found out what everyone else got. Christmas dinner had amazing food with great presentation and such delictablea dessert.

Of course the day after Christmas was, 'Oh Merlin how could I have eaten that much, I'll never eat again,' day. However, after several hours of keeping totally still (to let the food properly digest), it gives way to 'crap, Break ends in 3 days,' mentality. And soon after that thought occurs one thinks the following: 'I haven't done any homework yet!' Then starts the mad dash to get it all done because teachers leave you with a week's worth of work to do and now you must complete it in 3 days...