Smells like Slytherin Spirit

Disclaimer: I do not own J.K Rowling's fabulous world. I do however own my fabulous plot.

Author's Note: Thank you all for your patience with the last chapter. The third chapter for Love, Lies, Mercury Messaging, and iPods is finally up! Yay! I hope you all enjoy that one too. So on with my personal favorite story.

Last time:

The kids go to school…

Ginny wandered through the large groups on the quad, receiving many glares from the students. She even heard one yell, "Who's the fresh meat?"

Ginny embarrasses herself in front of the class…

"…I have seven brothers if you count my foster brother Harry Potter."

Blaise ignores her and she barely survives the first day of cross country practice. Blaise makes up for being an asshole…

"If you want to talk, we'll talk…only if it's about you, not me."

Chapter 3: One Awesome Party

2:47, October 31, 2005

School had gone smoothly for the past month and Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Harry were in study hall, trying desperately to think of something to do that night, after all, it was Halloween.

Ginny stated, "I still think we should go trick or treating."

Harry replied, "What are we, five?"

Hermione sighed, "Yeah, really. Besides, Ron will eat all my candy."

"Will not!" Ron exclaimed.

"Well then, what do you morons suggest we do? Fred and George already got invited to some big party." Ginny proceeded to bite her fingernails.

Harry jumped in his seat, "That's it! We'll follow the twins to their party and hang out there."

Hermione shot down his idea, "And hang out with a bunch of drunken seniors? Not my idea of fun."

Ron frowned, "That's true."

Ginny mumbled in a sing-song voice, "Trick or treating."

The other three chorused, "We are not going trick or treating."

Ron grumbled, "Drop it already."

Ginny leaned back in her chair and began biting the other hand's nails. Just then, Pansy Parkinson came around the corner, pulling papers out of her book bag.

She slapped one down on the Gryffindors' table and snarled, "I'm having a Halloween party tonight. Juniors and sophomores only. You freaks are invited and you better be there or I'll send the mafia after you. It's not a costume party, but bring drinks, food, CD's, whatever."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked off to hand out more invitations.

Ginny leaned in and read the invitation aloud:

You are cordially invited to Pansy Parkinson's Halloween party!

When: Halloween night, starting at 8:00

Where: Pansy's house, 2338 Somerville Avenue

Why: to celebrate Halloween, duh

Bring: drinks, food, CD's, whatever

Ginny looked up at Harry and smirked. Ron gave Harry a high five. Hermione couldn't help but hold back a smile.

"I guess we don't have to worry about what we're doing now."

3:58

Hermione rode the bus home with Ginny, Ron, and Harry, since none of them had practice. It was a holiday, for goodness sakes.

Ginny opened the front door and threw her bag onto the steps, calling out, "Mom, we're home!"

Hermione put her bag down next to Ginny's and looked around. The house was extremely messy, and no wonder why, half of the bus got off at the Weasley's stop. The bigger kids piled into the living room to watch after school cartoons, while the younger kids wandered into the kitchen to get their snacks from Mrs. Weasley.

Hermione asked, horrified, "How do you guys live like this?"

Ron shrugged and began trudging up the stairs with difficulty, for there were boxes, clothes baskets, toys, and other objects in his way. Ginny was already upstairs.

Harry said over his shoulder on the way up, "You get used to it."

Hermione began her journey up the stairs. The gang found Mrs. Weasley putting clothes away in Fred and George's room. Much to Hermione's relief, the upstairs was exceptionally tidy, except for the children's rooms, of course (Ginny's being the worst).

Ginny approached her mother, "Hey Mom, we all got invited to Pansy Parkinson's Halloween party. Can we go?"

Mrs. Weasley asked, "How long is it?"

"From 8:00 to 12:00. They'll have parental supervision, if that's what you're going to ask next."

Molly shrugged, "Sounds fine. How are you getting there?"

Ginny replied, "I figured we'd walk."

Ron cried out, "What? It's six blocks away!"

Harry nudged him with his elbow, "You'll last. We're out for football, remember?"

Ron grumbled and went off to his room, "I'm going to change."

Mrs. Weasley went downstairs, saying over her shoulder, "Ginny, why don't you tidy up your room a little?"

Ginny groaned, "Why would I do that?" She rambled down the hall and slammed the door to her room.

Harry shrugged and looked at Hermione. Hermione asked, "What are we doing for supper?"

Downstairs a loud shriek could be heard from one of the children. Hermione bit her lip and called out to Harry, Ron, and Ginny, "How do you guys feel about eating out?"

Harry smiled and said, "Sure."

Ron hollered from his bedroom, "Depends, where are we going?"

"Taco Johns?" Hermione insisted, knowing that Taco Johns was Ron's favorite restraunt.

A call of, "Fuck yeah," could be heard from Ron's room.

Hermione called out, "Ginny?"

The response they got from Ginny was a loud bang from her room and then "dammit".

6:39, Taco Johns

Ron was stuffing his face with his fifth taco and Ginny was adding hot sauce to her burrito incessantly. Harry had his head tipped back and he was lowering his taco into his mouth slowly. Hermione sat with her fork poised in her fingers, staring at the three.

Ron asked through a mouthful of taco meat, sauce, lettuce, cheese, and tomato, "Wha?"

Hermione grimaced and declared, "You three should not be allowed to eat together in the same room."

Ginny grabbed another packet of hot sauce and began to squeeze it onto her burrito. Hermione shook her head and took a bite of her taco.

Harry took a sip of his Mountain Dew, "You know, this is nice. Us just getting out. It gives us an opportunity to talk. What do you want to talk about?"

Ron swallowed and everyone at the table could hear it, "Who does everyone like?"

Hermione looked up at him, "I don't think I fully understand the question."

Ron grinned, "Who does everyone have a crush on?"

Harry sat up in his seat, "I think Ron should go first, after all, he came up with the question."

Ron shrugged, "I like Mariel Flint."

Hermione snorted. Ron glared at her, "What?"

Hermione retorted, "Mariel Flint? Please. She's too sophisticated for you."

"What do you mean 'sophisticated'?" Ron inquired hotly.

Hermione replied, "By sophisticated I mean too popular, too pretty, too complex, too intelligent"-

Ron narrowed his eyes, "I think I get the picture."

Hermione shrugged, "Just stating my opinions."

Ron viciously asked, "Well who do you like then?"

Hermione bit on her lip, "I try to ask myself this question all the time, but I can never answer. At the moment I really don't like anyone."

Ron wiggled his eyebrows, "Sure, 'Mione."

Hermione flung a piece of cheese at him. Ron put his arms up in defense and chuckled, then turned to Ginny, "Little sister, who do you like?"

Ginny took a bite of her burrito, "Vincent Crabbe."

Ron's eyes widened and he answered with, "Huh?"

Harry almost choked on his Mountain Dew and Hermione said, "You've got to be kidding."

Ginny furrowed her brow, "Now you're making fun of who I like?"

Ron uttered, "That's just sickening, Gin, I thought you were serious."

"I am!" Ginny airily replied. Of course, she wasn't, but Ginny liked to stir up mischief.

Hermione beamed, "No you're not."

Ginny stared at Hermione with one of the most solemn looks she could muster, "I am. I mean, what's not to like. On the inside he's a kind, affectionate, clever guy. He's really talented at football and the trombone. Once you get past all that, he's an extremely attractive guy."

Harry gaped at Ginny. Ron paled and looked as though he were going to pass out. Ginny even had Hermione believing now.

Ginny shook her head, "I just can't believe that my best friends in the whole world would judge me like that. I don't know if I should be mad or sad." She looked down at her shoes.

Hermione tried to reassure her friend, "Oh, Ginny, we didn't mean to judge you."

Ron nodded his head, "Yeah, it wasn't intentional."

Harry stated, "It just came as a shock at first."

Ginny smirked and began to giggle uncontrollably. She looked up at Ron with tears in her eyes and pointed at him, "You…believed…me!"

Hermione glowered, "I knew it was too gross to be true!"

Harry jeered, "I knew you were weird, but not that weird, Ginny."

Ron wrinkled his nose and said, "Don't ever say that again. That was just mortifying."

Hermione nodded her head, "Yes, please. Anyway, Harry, who do you like?"

Harry thought, he thought Cho Chang was good looking. He shrugged, "Cho Chang is nice."

Hermione stopped chewing and glared, "My friend Cho Chang? My best friend Cho Chang?"

Ginny mumbled, "Well, thanks Hermione."

Harry nodded his head, "Yeah. I said she was nice, don't have a cow."

Hermione swallowed, "I was never having a cow to begin with."

7:03

The gang was back at the Weasley house getting into their party clothes and preparing for the party.

Harry had just got out of the shower and was now changing into some black pants and a red t-shirt, "Sheesh, Ron, how much gel do you need?"

Ron was standing in front of the mirror and applying almost the entire bottle of hair gel to his wavy, red hair. He shrugged and washed his hands.

"I just want to impress someone tonight."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows, "Mariel Flint?"

Ron blushed and asked, "What's so wrong with that?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all, Rosy." Harry snickered under his breath.

Over in Ginny's room, Hermione was sitting on Ginny's bed, flipping through a magazine. She was already ready, dressed in black skirt and an orange zip-up hoodie, "Just pick something already!"

Ginny pulled off the shirt she currently had on and nearly screamed, "I have the biggest wardrobe on the street and I still can't find anything!"

She stood in the middle of the room, half dressed in hip hugger blue jeans and her black padded bra. She suddenly squealed and picked up a pink garment. She pulled it over her head and Hermione studied the attire. It was a hot pink, v-neck tank top.

Hermione gave Ginny a thumb up and threw the magazine on the bed, "Let's go get Harry and Ron."

Ginny mumbled as Hermione left the room, "Just let me put my hair up."

Hermione walked down the hall and knocked on Harry's door, "You guys ready?"

Ron opened the door and stumbled out, "Run away! Harry's overloading on the Axe Body Spray!" Ron ran around the corner and down the stairs.

Harry came out the door and Hermione went into a hacking fit, "That…stuff…burns…my throat, Harry!"

Harry blushed, "Sorry, 'Mione."

Ginny crossed the hall and made a face, "What smells like a skunk?"

Harry blushed again. Ginny shrugged and ran down the stairs, "Let's go!"

8:13

The gang had walked six blocks to Pansy Parkinson's house, and was now striding up the last hill to where all the extremely rich families lived. They reached the top and saw over thirty to forty cars parked up and down the street. Most of the houses were dark, probably empty model homes, except for the Parkinsons', which every room in the house was lit up. The only sound on the street was the sound of the music, cranked up all the way, bass thudding.

Ginny glanced over her shoulder and took off sprinting up the sidewalk. The four entered the house through the front door into the front room where they found sophomores and juniors on the couches and the floor, snorting heroin and meth, and God knew what else. Hermione grimaced and shoved ahead into the dining room. Ginny, Harry, and Ron followed. To their left was the kitchen, but most of the party goers in there were freshman. Ginny pulled Hermione into the back room, where they found most of the people they knew, dancing, drinking, playing video games on the mini-movie theater-sized TV screen.

They were greeted by Pansy, "You guys made it!" She leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek, and then Ginny. She handed each of them, and Harry and Ron, wine coolers, "Drink up!"

The Donnas' "Take it Off" came onto the speakers. Ron opened his wine cooler and yelled above the noise, "I'm gonna go look for Mariel. See ya."

Hermione shrugged and set her wine down on the table, watching Ginny and Harry, who were chugging theirs.

Ginny made her way over to Hermione, "Can I have your wine?"

Hermione sighed and handed her friend the alcoholic beverage, though she knew it was wrong. Ginny took it and wandered back over to Harry.

Ron found Mariel and stood watching her for a while. Whenever she looked his way, he waved. She rolled her eyes and walked the other way. Ron, dumbfounded, kept waving at the girl behind Mariel- Elizabeth Dunn. The beautiful blonde blushed and waved back, then skipped over to him.

"I saw you waving."

Ron wet his lips, "Uh…yeah. Hi."

Elizabeth asked in a flirty voice, "So, what do you want to do, Ron?"

Ron stammered, "You know my name?"

She giggled, "Of course I know your name, Ronnikins."

Ron blushed and Elizabeth asked, "You wanna make out?"

Ron's eyes widened, but when he saw that she wasn't joking, he shrugged casually, "Sure."

He sat down and Elizabeth sat down on his lap; they began a game of tonsil hockey.

Back in the house, Ginny and Harry had had at least ten drinks. They were sitting on the couch, enjoying each other's company, while Hermione stood at the bar, not drinking, just watching them. 50 Cent's "Candy Shop" came on and Ginny pulled Harry up to dance. Harry held her hips and Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and they moved back and fourth, up and down to the beat. Ginny was giggling uncontrollably and Harry kept throwing his head back and laughing.

Hermione shook her head in disgust when a cold drawl sounded by her shoulder, "Looks like they're having loads of fun, doesn't it?"

Hermione spun around and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

Draco shrugged, "Where's Ronald? Shouldn't you be out there having a blast too?"

Hermione hotly retorted, "Don't you have drugs to deal or something?"

"Already finished," was the reply she got.

He grabbed a beer bottle and hollered, "Pansy, come dance wit me!"

Pansy laughed and began grinding with Draco. Draco threw a nasty glance at Hermione, who turned away, blushing. She felt almost…jealous. 'Whoa! Why would you be jealous?' Hermione thought to herself. She decided it was time to go find Ron. She searched the entire first and second floors, and even outside but he was nowhere to be found. She stood by the staircase up to the third floor and glanced at her watch. It was 10:55. She only had to go through about one more hour of this. But she would rather spend it with someone besides drunken hillbillies Ginny and Harry. She leaned over the railing and stared up the dark stairs. Should she go look for Ron up there? It was a commonly known thing that the only people that ever went upstairs at a party were the ones who were taking part in a form of shagging. Hermione swallowed and trudged slowly up the stairs. The music quieted and she could hear faint sounds of giggling and moaning from a lot of the bedrooms. 'Ron could be in any of these rooms!' She decided to just open every door and ask for Ron Weasley.

She opened the door and walked in on two freshmen she had never seen before, "Ron Weasley?"

The girl shrieked, "No! Get out!"

Hermione shut the door and moved onto the next. She opened the door, revealing a threesome between Pansy's 23 year old brother, Susan Bones, and an eighth grade girl that Hermione recognized as Ramona Lesley. "Ron Weasley?"

Pansy's brother replied, "No, but you wanna join?"

Hermione gagged and moved onto the next room. She heard a cry of, "Oh, yeah, Crabbe!"

Hermione gagged again and quickly moved onto the next door, she opened it and found Ron, laying in Pansy's bed, all alone.

"Ron? What are you doing?"

Ron cleared his throat, "I fucked Elizabeth Dunn in Pansy Parkinson's bed."

Hermione closed her eyes and made a face, "Please, spare me the details and just get dressed."

Ron obeyed and said, "Then she left. I really don't want to go back downstairs."

Hermione shook her head, "Me neither." There was a silence, "You wanna go sit on the curb and wait for the party to be over?"

Ron replied, "Sure."

Downstairs Ginny was sitting on the couch, waiting for Harry to return from the bathroom. Someone plopped down next to her and she turned to see who it was.

"Hello, Ginny."

Ginny mumbled, "Hey, Blaise."

Blaise smirked, "Drunk?"

Ginny nodded and rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm waiting for…"

Blaise cocked an eyebrow, "Who?" Then he realized she was asleep, "Ginny? Ginny, wake up!"

Ginny sat up straight and smiled, "A Big Mac sounds great, Blaise. As long as you pay."

Blaise put an arm around her for support, "Sure thing, Ginny."

Harry was making his way back to Ginny when he was stopped by Cho Chang, "Well, Harry, you look spiffy tonight."

"Thanks, Cho. You look…dazzling."

Cho giggled, "Having a good time?"

"Oh, yeah. Totally. I'm a little drunk right now, but maybe after I sober up you and I can go on a date? Say Sunday afternoon for lunch?"

Cho laughed, "You wouldn't be doing this if you weren't drunk, would you?"

Harry shook his head, "Nope."

Cho smiled, "I thought so. Sunday sounds great."

Harry put a thumb up and stumbled off to Ginny. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her across the room, where they slow danced to Colplay's "The Scientist". Blaise sat on the couch, staring menacingly at the two, a feeling rushing through him that he'd never felt before. He made fists with his hands, his fingernails clenching into his palms so hard that he thought he could sense blood. He unclenched his fists to find there was no blood. He stood up and left the room.

At 12:14, Ginny and Harry stumbled out onto the sidewalk, laughing tremendously hard at nothing. They found Hermione and Ron sitting on the curb, holding hands. The stopped laughing and looked at each other. Harry raised an eyebrow, and then the other, causing Ginny to burst out laughing again. Hermione looked up and snatched her hand away from Ron's.

"Good, you two are here, let's go."

The four started walking home. Ginny and Harry skipped ahead, humming and laughing freakishly. Hermione walked next, her arms crossed, and Ron slowly stalked behind her.

They reached the library where Ginny ran ahead to a tall statue and said, "Harry, look! Look, Harry!"

Harry giggled and pointed at Ginny and said, "It's a giant monster! Run!" He ran up to Ginny and they began climbing the statue.

Hermione declared, "That's a statue of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of this city. Get down before you cause damage."

Harry and Ginny stood high above Hermione on the stone platform, next to Slytherin, and began singing some odd song about loving him.

"We love Salazar! Salisbury Steak Slytherin." They burst out laughing. Ginny screamed, "We are pronouncing our undying love for Salazar Salisbury Steak Slytherin!"

Ron got up on the statue, still a little drunk and screamed, "I fucked Elizabeth Dunn tonight!"

Ginny gaped and Harry made a funny sound, "Hurrrrrr…."

Hermione screamed from the ground, "I like Draco Malfoy!"

Ron, who was standing on the ledge of the platform, fell off and hit the ground with a nasty thud.

Hermione shrieked and ran to his side, "Are you okay, Ron?"

Ron rubbed his behind, "I think I broke my butt!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You can't break your butt, there are no bones in it!"

Ron began to chuckle, "I thought you were serious, Hermione."

"I was."

Ron's face dropped and he stuck it down into the ground.

Hermione nudged him, "Don't be a moron."

Ron's face reappeared and he spit some grass out of his mouth, "I'm not!"

Suddenly Harry and Ginny jumped down and Ginny jumped onto Harry's back. Harry, who was a very good sprinter, took off running down the street.

Hermione screeched after them, "Come back here!" and took off running.

Ron got up onto his feet and ran, also. They finally caught up with Harry and Ginny, who had run into a stop sign.

Harry lay on the ground moaning, "My nose!"

Ginny was on the ground next to him, giggling hysterically.

Hermione got down on her knees and asked, "Are you bleeding, Harry?"

Harry repeated, "Am I dreaming?"

"No, are you bleeding?"

"Nope, I'm not sneezing."

This sent Ginny into her giggle attack.

Hermione nearly screamed, "Are you bleeding?"

"Oh! Why didn't you say so before? No, I'm not bleeding."

Hermione stood up, "Good, then I'm going inside." She marched off across the street and up the stairs to her porch, and inside.

Harry asked dumbfounded, "Is that 'Mione's house?"

Ron nodded, "Yes, so that means we're almost home. C'mon."

Harry got up and began bouncing down the sidewalk with Ginny. Ron had to jog to keep up. Finally they reached their house and went inside. They found Fred and George on the couch, watching TV.

Ron asked, "Where's Mom and Dad?"

Fred answered, "They went out to a Halloween Ball/Banquet at the city hall."

George added, "They're not home yet."

Ron shrugged, "I'm going to bed, I think I drank too much. And if I drank too much, then there's no way to describe them." He pointed to Ginny and Harry over his shoulder.

Ginny had fallen asleep on Harry's shoulder and Harry stood scratching his head.

Fred woke Ginny up and carried her up the stairs and into her room.

Harry insisted that he could make his way upstairs, but after he nearly fell down, George carried him up to his room. Harry stripped into his underwear and passed out on his bed.

Ginny slowly changed into her purple, plaid pajama pants and a purple, long-sleeved thermal shirt and climbed under the covers.

Saturday, 8:36

Ginny woke up on Saturday morning with a terrible headache, sore throat, and a very nauseous stomach. She sat up slowly, which was clearly the wrong move, and then rushed to the bathroom, where she found Ron standing over the toilet. She shoved him out of the way and barfed. Ron looked wearily at his sister's barf and started all over again. Ginny was done, for the moment, and made her way back to bed.

8:43

Ginny sprinted down the hall, nearly tripping over a clothes basket. She opened the door and flung herself across the bathroom and puked, almost missing the toilet. The door creaked open and Harry gently nudged her over, so he could have some room to puke. They really needed two bathrooms upstairs.

9:13

Ginny stood in her doorway, debating whether she had to puke. She decided she might as well wait in the bathroom. She tried to open the door, but it was locked.

She knocked and got the response from Ron, "I've got diarrhea. Leave me alone."

At the word 'diarrhea', Ginny felt puke rising in the back of her throat. She wouldn't make it downstairs in time, so she noisily staggered into her parent's room, and into their bathroom. When she was finished, she glanced at her mother on the way out, who sat glaring at her from the bed. Her father, on the other hand, wasn't even awake. Ginny met Harry, who came from downstairs, in the hallway.

He mumbled, "Ron's a bathroom hog."

9:22

Ginny lurched into the hallway, but the bathroom was still in use. She quickly opened the window and threw up on the magnolia bushes on the ground, sixteen feet below.

5:47 PM

Ginny sat up in her dark room. She got up, tottered to the window, and looked outside. The sun was starting to go down. Her nausea was gone, but a throbbing headache remained. She moseyed down the hall and into Ron's room. He was still sleeping, his snores filled the room. She closed the door quietly and opened Harry's door. A soft murmur hummed; the radio was turned on.

Ginny called out, "Harry, you awake?"

Harry moved his arm and lightly replied, "Yeah."

Ginny shut the door and sat down on the foot of his bed, "Ron's still asleep. Dad's probably goneat work."

Harry explained, "I went downstairs a while ago and Fred and George were in your dad's office playing on the computer, and your mom went out grocery shopping. She was going to get us some chicken noodle soup. She didn't look too happy about it, though."

Ginny gave him a knowing look, "We'll have to be extra good for the next few days."

Harry nodded his head. There was a pause and they listened to Mariah Carrey on the radio. Suddenly Harry announced, "It's the first of November!"

Ginny smiled, "Yeah! We'll have to set up our Thanksgiving stuff."

Harry stated, "Thanksgiving is the start of what used to bemy favorite time of year. I can't wait for it to snow. I really can't wait till Christmas, now that I'll be spending it with you guys."

Ginny asked, "Did you ever get gifts at the Dursleys'house?"

Harry shrugged, "A book or a sweater and some candy. That's about it."

Ginny frowned, "Well it's gonna be totally different this year. Mom always gets us at least ten or fifteen gifts, plus you get some from me, Ron, Fred, George, Charlie, Percy, Bill, Hermione, Seamus, all your other friends. It's gonna be awesome! Now you've got me in the mood! We should start decorating for Thanksgiving now!"

Harry turned off the radio, "Okay. Let's get it done before your mom gets home so we can surprise her."

Ginny winked at him, "Good thinking."

The two got into the hall closet and began pulling out the Thanksgiving decorations. There were two plastic tubs full of décor; Harry carried one downstairs and Ginny carried the other.

Fred and George came out of the office and asked, "What are you guys doing?"

Ginny replied, "Putting up the Thanksgiving decorations." Then she called over to Harry, "We've got a ton of Christmas music, Harry. It's mostly what my mom likes: country. You wanna put some in?"

Harry answered, "Sure."

Ginny put in a disc and opened the tubs of decorations. She replaced the summer welcome doormat with the turkey-covered one. She opened the door and put an orange/yellow/red/brown-colored wreath on the outside. Harry put the placemats and Thanksgiving silverware in the dining room, after he laid down the pilgrim-print tablecloth. Ginny put an orange and red sash on top of the fireplace and placed glass pilgrim figurines along with it. Harry hung turkey cut-out streamers around the bar top in the kitchen and stuck Thanksgiving window clings on all the windows. Ginny rolled up the flower-print rug in the hall and laid out the red, orange, and yellow one that had brown trim (it was the one that looked most like Thanksgiving to her). Harry and Ginny met in the living room and linked arms and spun around a few times and then parted again. Harry hung up a painting of the first Thanksgiving dinner in the dining room, while Ginny hung up a Precious Moments™ Thanksgiving painting in the living room. Harry set up Thanksgiving-colored candles in the office, while Ginny set a stuffed animal turkey on top of the computer's screen. Together they wrapped a brown, red, yellow, and orange leaf wrap around the stairs' railing.

After they finished, they stood back to admire their work. It looked like something out of a home décor magazine.

Ron stumbled down the stairs, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He looked up and saw all the Thanksgiving decorations and exclaimed, "Pilgrims and Indians ambushed my house!"

Harry and Ginny smiled at him. He came all the way down the stairs and joined them, "Too bad I don't get any suck up points with Mom."

Ginny jumped up and down and squealed, "I can't wait for the holidays! Oh, Harry, wait until we get to put up the Christmas decorations! It's gonna be a blast!"

Harry chortled and Ron requested, "Can I help next time?"

Ginny put an arm around her brother, "I dunno. Do you have what it takes to be on Extreme Make Over: Decoration Edition?"

Ron smirked, "I believe I do."

Just then, Mrs. Weasley opened the door saying, "Fred, George, come help me with-oh!"

She nearly dropped her grocery bags when she saw the house's beautiful transformation.

"Who put up the Thanksgiving decorations?"

Ginny grinned, "Harry and I."

Molly handed her bags to Ron and put her hands on her hips, "I love it."

Ginny asked anxiously, "Mom, can we put up the Christmas decorations too? Please, please, please?"

Molly nodded, "As long as you do as good of a job as you did now. And as long as you surprise me with it. I was thinking about the holidays while I was getting groceries today. We'll have to start getting our Christmas shopping done. It'll be Harry's first year with us, so we have to make the annual Weasley Christmas bigger than ever. I'm going to have Mrs. Granger take you all shopping to get your gifts for your father and me next weekend or the weekend after that."

Ginny pumped her fist, "Yes! I love the holidays. And to think Harry got me into the mood."

Ron cocked an eyebrow, "I thought you hated the holidays."

Harry grinned, "I never got to spend it with you guys before."

"How sweet."

Author's Note: I wasn't going to stop the chapter here, but it got a little long. I think I'll start a new one now. I should get it updated within the next three dayss. I'm really bored on this summer day. And I have no friends. Check out my new bio, guys. I made up my last one because I like to make things up. Anyhow, just check it out!