AN: Sorry about that Kids... we've both been really busy with school and work. But, here you go!

Over the next four weeks, Harry could not keep his mind focused on anything—the only thoughts that entered his mind somehow reminded him of Ginny; when Lavender walked in wearing a blue shirt, Harry thought Ginny has a blue shirt. When Draco walked by with Alex, Harry thought Ginny knows Alex. Christmas was coming along quickly and everyone was making plans to go home; Harry wouldn't (not that the Dursley's would let him if he tried), but Ginny was who he was really wondering about. Mrs. Weasley wanted her to come home, for obvious reasons, but Ginny didn't appear to take any of it.

So it wasn't a shock to Harry when Ginny raged into his room the Friday before Holiday began swearing at her mother (where ever her mother was), promising never to return home again. Harry just watched until Ginny grabbed him, then they made out in his room for nearly an hour.

Harry and Ginny celebrated this news by making out anywhere they wanted.

First they made out in a dark corner of the library. Then they made out in the Quidditch stands—all over the Slytherin section. Then they made out in the Great Hall in broad daylight. Then, when they were done with that, they made out in a rose bush in the courtyard.

Harry was greeted on Christmas morning by sleeping Ginny breathing in his face. Slowly he pushed her away from him and went downstairs, where there was a tree set up glittering with lights.

"Harry?" asked Ginny, coming out of his room in a daze, rubbing her eyes.

"I don't think you got one, Ginny," said Harry, going through the small pile of presents there.

Ginny came down the stairs and stood next to him.

"Didn't get one of what?" she asked.

"A sweater," he said, pulling an ugly grey bundle of yarn out of a messy roll of wrapping paper.

"Oh," she said, a trace of annoyance flickering in her eyes.

Harry picked up a smaller package with no recipient on it, just a big W on the side and handed it to her.

"I guess that's for you," he said, shrugging. Ginny took it from him and ripped off the paper, slowly, curious.

In her hand was a smaller bundle of ugly red yarn. She held it out.

Harry and Ginny stared at the tiny sweater awkwardly. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she burst into tears.

"Uh," said Harry. "Ginny?"

She latched onto him with a death grip, and sobbed into his shoulder. He patted her arm awkwardly.

"Truly remarkable," said a snobby sounding voice.

"Capital," said another. "Truly capital!"

"Stop saying 'truly'."

"Fabulous!" said the other girl, sounding oddly like McGonagall.

The portrait swung open.

Alex and Rebekah stared at the scene in front of them evilly, grinning.

Click.

Alex snapped a picture of them and disapparated with a crack. She apparated again, camera-less.

Harry and Ginny sprang apart.

"Stop doing that!" Ginny screeched, wiping tears off her face.

"We just thought we should let you two know—seeing as you're suddenly so...how should I put this..." Rebekah tapped her chin with her finger. "Friendly—"

"Hump buddies," said Alex.

"Good one," said Rebekah. "Anyway, that you might want to refrain from the—the—"

"Humping?" asked Alex.

"Well, more or less from all the sex, at least for a little while," Rebekah finished.

"We haven't—" Ginny started.

"Please, Ginny," said Rebekah. "You can't fool us. We're American."

"We know all about the sex," said Alex, nodding.

"Seriously, we weren't—" Harry tried.

"Yeah whatever Potter just give it a rest. Seriously. You might actually try considering what I have to say this time."

She was giving him a look of mild significance, but it was shortly replaced by her usual blank carelessness.

Harry and Ginny stared at them.

"What's all this about?" asked Ginny, giving her a quizzical look.

"Nothing," said Alex and Rebekah at the same time, but neither of them would look at them in the eye.

"So what'd you get?" asked Rebekah, walking up the stairs as soon as she said it. Alex looked in-between the stairs and Harry and ran up after her.

"That was weird," said Ginny, staring after them.

They sat down on the ground and opened the rest of their presents; the ones they bought for Ron and Hermione stayed under the tree for them whenever they decided to return.

When they were finished in the Common Room they went to the Great Hall for breakfast; they didn't know what to do with the rest of the evening (seeing as everyone was gone) so they went to the courtyard to play wizard's chess.

It was late into the evening when they both went back to the Common Room with the intention of doing some of their holiday schoolwork—they ended up, instead, doing dirty things in Ginny's bed.

"Hold on just a second!" someone shouted outside in the stairwell.

"Who's that?" said Ginny, trying to sit up a little.

"Rebekah?" asked Harry.

"Harry?"

The door swung open.

"No don't!" both teenagers shouted at the same time.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"What is it?" called a male voice from downstairs.

Hermione slammed the door and disappeared.