The snow was falling like crazy as Draco stood in front of the window, steaming mug in hand. He was waiting on Ginny to make his Christmas complete. He knew Weasley tradition was that they eat a Molly Weasley lunch before going anywhere, but it was past 1pm now. As much as he hated to be anxious, he was.
He almost ruthlessly shoved down anxiousness and went back to staring sullenly out the window, intensifying his gaze. He finally heard the pop outside his door and almost dropped his mug in the rush to open the door.
She practically fell inside, laughing and throwing her arms around him. She was buoyant over her Christmas. "It was everything I could have hoped for, save a flat of my own." She made a face. "I hate living at home. But I'll be out of there in about a month; I think I'll have enough saved from reporting by then. With any luck, I'll get a flat near here – we'll be able to see each other all the time!"
She was giddy with excitement, enough to send Draco's heart to pounding at his own thoughts. Would now be the right time to say it? To suggest it? Would she turn him down? He wildly thought, and then shut himself up, if only in his own mind. He adjusted his position with her when she shifted, and sometimes he felt as if she was the center of his universe.
"Ginny?" he said, interrupting her thoughts.
She turned her shining face upon him, beaming brilliantly. "Yes?"
"Uh…would you like your Christmas gift now?" he said, cursing himself inside for chickening out.
He handed her two medium sized packages, and she handed him one small.
She shook them but heard nothing, and opened two extraordinarily beautiful dresses, dresses he thought fit for a Malfoy woman. His magical watch was everything he could have wished for, and knew that she had scraped together everything she could to make it perfect for him, which made the watch everything he could have wanted from her.
A couple hours later, they were lazing about his huge flat, which Ginny had earlier commented on that there were more rooms than he would ever need. He had wanted to ask her then, but refrained again. He couldn't stand rejection.
Finally, she began complaining about how she hated living at her parent's house, and then he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Live here, with me!" he burst out. "It's lonely here, without you. I can't stand it. Come live with me." He held his breath, waiting for her answer.
She burst into laughter and he felt like his heart had been torn in two, she was laughing at him!
"Yes, yes, that would be perfect!" Ginny jumped up and threw her arms around his neck, even though he was sitting down. He pulled her down on the couch and kissed her.
It was a perfect Christmas overall, he believed.
She moved in the next day, and he had been alone so much before he met her, when he was without her it seemed as if he was headed straight back when no one but his mother loved him. And, needless to say, he was ridiculously happy she was there. And as long as they lived there, the mistletoe stayed, he decided on a whim. This was his mistletoe, a symbol that Ginny would never reject him. The first of many lessons he learned about Ginny.