(Harry's P.O.V)

A week before Christmas, Ron and I were in his room. Under the covers, fully clothed I might add, talking. It was late at night and extremely cold. Ron's parents, and Bill and Charlie, were downstairs in the kitchen talking. We could hear them through Ron's vent.

"Will you promise me something?" he asked quietly, staring up at me.

"What?" I asked, listening for footsteps in the hallway so if I heard them I could go back to my bed. Even though everyone knew Ron and I were together, it was still weird for them to see us like this.

"Don't get me anything for Christmas, okay?" he asked.

"Why not?" I asked, I honestly hadn't even thought about that.

"I know I put on a show about enjoying gifts but its really awkward to get things from other people," he replied, also being quiet and listening for footsteps, Fred and George couldn't be trusted, "So don't get me anything."

"Okay. I won't get you anything if you don't get me anything," I responded, "Trust me, its just as awkward for me."

"Alright," he agreed.

We heard footsteps heading toward the bedroom. Quietly I slid out of Ron's bed and into my own which had been placed inches away from Ron's so that I wouldn't have to walk across the floor and be heard. I tucked my glasses under the bed so they wouldn't be stepped on and the both of us pretended to be asleep. The door opened and I could tell by the footsteps that either Bill or Charlie had been sent to check on us.

Moments later the door shut again. Neither Ron or I spoke, because once we pretended to be asleep, we realized how tired we really were.

Christmas arrived in Weasley chaos. Ron and I were told to set the table with the silverware while Fred and George were to set the table with the food. With the four of us in one room with breakable objects and sharp objects, not much happened except for accident after accident.

Fred had grabbed a pot of potatoes and turned around, walking right into Ron, dropped the potatoes, Ron stepped back into George who dropped the plate of vegetables onto the edge of a plate on the table. The plate went flying into the air and no one attempted to catch it, therefore falling onto the floor and shattering into several pieces. I had yet to discover the fallen bowl of potatoes and tripped over them while holding another plate which also shattered on the floor.

Soon the kitchen was full of the rest of the family who had come to see what happened. The mess was easily cleaned up by Mrs. Weasley while Ron helped me up.

"At least the turkey is okay," he said happily.

The rest of the day went by loudly, but smoothly. The presents were opened after dinner, the messes were cleared, and Fred, George, Ron, and I went out to the backyard and had a rather painful snowball fight that ended in Ron and Fred against me and George. Finally we all collapsed into the knee-length snow and talked.

"How come you two didn't get each other presents?" George asked.

"Didn't want them," Ron replied before I could say anything, looking over at me, "We promised we wouldn't get them for each other."

"You're weird," Fred said after a pause, and he laughed.

I did as well, and realized just how soaked I was when I looked down at myself. The four of us had pretty much all worn jeans, t-shirts, and thin jackets. We hadn't really planned well, we had just wandered outside and ended up attacking each other.

Finally we all agreed to head back and by the time we were at the house we were pretty much frozen.

The mail was there when we arrived and there was a letter for me and Ron from Seamus, who had stayed at the castle for Christmas that year. Ron and I headed upstairs to his room before opening the letter so that we could change out of our wet clothes. I changed while Ron read the letter and then he said,

"Seamus says we should go back to the castle on New Years for a party he's throwing in the Prefects lounge."

"How are we going to get back to the school?" I asked, grabbing a clean pair of pants from my trunk and pulling them on, "The train doesn't come back to the platform until the fifth of January."

"We can Floo," he suggested, tossing the letter onto his bed and pulling out clean clothes from his dresser.

"Ron…"

"I mean, Sirius might be able to get Lupin to let us Floo to the fireplace in his office."

"Oh…right…I'll ask him. Give me some parchment and stuff."

When Ginny heard about the party she told Ron and I that she was going with us, and Hermione came as well, so that we could all just stay at the castle until school started up again.

Getting Sirius to ask Lupin to let us use the Floo network to get back to the castle only took a day, and we all started to pack so that when the day came, we wouldn't have to do it last minute, like Ron and I had wanted to.

The night before we left was a day full of cleaning. Mostly taking decorations down and packing them back up until they were needed for the following year. Ron managed to escape from his mother who was looking for him to tell him to clean his room before he left. I had no idea where he escaped to until I was told to take a box out to the barn where most of the boxes were stored.

"There you are," I said as a fistful of hay was dropped on top of me, causing me to look up at see Ron in the hayloft, "Everyone's looking for you."

"So?" he asked as I climbed the ladder to meet him up there.

"I was just letting you know," I replied.

"Ah." He laid back down onto the pile of hay and then laughed, "You've got hay all over your hair."

"Thanks to you," I said, brushing it out with my hand.

"At least it smells good."

"Yeah."

"How many people do you think will be there?" he asked me, propping himself up onto his elbows while I sat down in front of him.

"I don't know," I replied, "Probably all the Gryffindors in our year. Maybe some people from other houses. I really don't know. Did he say who he was inviting?"

"He said lots of people."

"Well then there will be lots of people there."

Ron thought for a moment, he honestly looked the cutest when he was lost in thought. I wasn't really sure what he was thinking about at the moment but I hoped he would think for a long time. He didn't.

Fred and George appeared next to us with a loud cracking noise.

"I'm sick of cleaning," they said in unison.

"Us too," Ron replied, "So are you guys going to come back to the castle for the party?"

"Probably," said George, "You can't have a party without us. That's just…not right."

We stayed there and talked for quite a long time. We didn't realize how long until the barn began to grow darker and darker, and we eventually went back inside.

"Who else is coming?"

Ron and I had just Flooed to Lupin's office and stepped out of the smoke, dragging our trunks behind us.

"Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George," I replied, so Ron wouldn't have to, "Fred and George are only staying for tonight and then heading back in the morning. If that's okay."

Lupin nodded. Hermione and Ginny arrived next. And then Fred and George. We thanked Lupin, and then left, heading back toward the Gryffindor Tower.

"Wow," Fred said, "Haven't been here in a year. It looks…the same."

"No kidding," Ron responded with a laugh, "Wait 'til you see the dorms, those haven't changed either."

"Can't wait," George put in.

We all laughed and made our way up several staircases and made it to the portrait. Fred and George had to convince the Fat Lady that they had special permission to be there from Dumbledore (which they did) and she finally let us in. Fred, George, Ron, and I all went to the boys dorm to get ready while the girls both did the same thing in the girls dorm.

"Hey guys," Seamus greeted us when we walked in, "Hi!" he exclaimed after seeing Fred and George, "You came for the party?"

"Yeah," they replied in unison, grinning.

"Great!" Dean exclaimed, "This will be fantastic."

Ron and I smiled at each other in agreement. We both changed clothes and by the time we did, there was still a half an hour before we wanted to leave, which was a half an hour after the party had started. Seamus, Dean, and Neville had already left to get things ready. Fred and George had gone with them, discussing some of the fireworks they had brought.

"Alone or the first time since we went back home," Ron said happily.

"No kidding," I replied as he grabbed me and pulled me backwards onto his bed. It was the first time he had ever started anything like that and made me wonder what had gotten into him for a moment before I relaxed. And then,

"Wait," I said quickly, "Oh never mind."

"What?" he asked.

"Well I was going to say that Hermione and Ginny might walk in on us but they're girls, they won't be ready for another hour."

"Exactly."

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