In my own personal opinion, my last chapter was pretty bloody awful. So, my New Years Resolution will be to write better. Also, I wish I could have timed this story better so that Christmas in the story would fit with Christmas in present day. Oh well, I don't think any of you care about what I'm saying anyway-on with chapter 9…er…I think it's chapter 9 at least.

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George was starting to panic. Christmas was in two days, and he actually had a girlfriend, but he had nothing to give her. As he entered the Gryffindor common room, he heard voices. He saw Fred, Lee, Harry and Ron sitting by the fire.

"Bloody Hell guys, it's after midnight, you should be in bed," said George in mock-horror.

"So should you. So, tell me, where have you been all this time?" asked Fred.

"Nowhere," said George simply, avoiding everyone's gazes.

"A likely story! Tell me George, did you know that this window happens to have a clear view of the Quidditch pitch?" asked Lee, who was now smirking.

"Er…well…no…"

"George Fabian Weasley! What would our dear mother think? You should not be snogging girls on the Quidditch pitch in the dead of night!" exclaimed Fred, although he was smirking as well.

"I-I…er…damn. You caught me," said George.

"Ha!"

Fred and Lee jumped up from their seats by the fire and did a strange combination of a tribal dance and an Irish jig. Ron was still frowning at the fireplace, but Harry let a smile fall on his face. Even George grinned a bit.

"So?" asked Lee.

"So what?" replied George.

"Is she a good kisser?" continued Fred.

"Bloody brilliant," said George quietly. Fred looked disgruntled. "And to think I let you have her!"

"Hey! I will not stand to hear the beauty of brotherly rivalry anymore. Now, George, I fear you may have to give your poor unfortunate brother Ronald some girl advice," said Lee.

"Why's that Ron?" asked George. Ron mumbled something about pies. That intrigued George. He looked at Harry for explanation about the pies. Harry just shrugged and said, "I'm not sure what Ron dislikes about pies, but he and Hermione-er-sort of had a row tonight."

"Ah I see. Poor bloke. You'll get over it, Ron," said George, patting Ron on the back. Ron muttered something about going to bed, and left the room. Lee and Fred both yawned and followed him out. Harry, however, was looking quizzically at George.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Harry.

"Christmas holidays start tomorrow. That means the day after tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and I have no bloody idea what to get Anna," said George sadly.

"Have someone ask her if you don't want to ask her yourself."

"Yeah, but who should ask her? I mean I'm not letting Fred or Lee anywhere near her again, or they'll tell her things about me that would make Voldemort laugh," said George, actually cringing in embarrassment.

"Ask Ginny to. Or Katie Bell gets along really well with Anna. Well, I'm going to bed, you'll figure it all out though," said Harry. "G'night George."

"Night Harry."

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The next day, it became perfectly clear how few people stayed at Hogwarts for the winter holidays. It was the Weasleys, Harry, Anna, and a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs that nobody knew. Anna was enjoying being the only Slytherin in the castle. She woke up about ten minutes before breakfast that morning, causing her to pull on jeans and a t-shirt and sprint down to the Great Hall. Harry and the Weasleys were all sitting at the Gryffindor table, so she went over and joined them, not wishing to be the only person at the entire Slytherin House table.

"Morning Anna," grumbled Harry, his mouth stuffed with food.

"Er-Hi Harry," said Anna, a look of slight disgust on her face. "Mind if I join you guys?"

"Not at all," said George, gesturing towards the open spot on his right. She smiled and sat down next to him. Fred, Harry, and Ginny were all joking around together, but Ron was still looking disgruntled. Anna rolled her eyes.

"Honestly Ron! There's no use moping around because of Hermione! She just needs a little break from your constant bickering, just give her a chance! And you would do well to pick yourself up and quit making everyone around you feel miserable, cause that won't solve anything!" said Anna to Ron, who looked thoroughly embarrassed when she said this. Everyone at the table looked taken aback, but quickly adjusted themselves into agreeing with Anna. George looked at her.

"Blimey," he whispered, "You sure know how to give a pep talk."

"Thanks," she said quietly. She looked up. The enchanted ceiling showed that it was now snowing outside. George smiled, and gestured towards the door. "Meet me by the Gryffindor common room in ten minutes?" he asked quietly. Anna shook her head. "Meet me in the Owlrey, I have to send something," she whispered. George nodded.

Ginny noticed them whispering. Smirking, she nudged Fred, and nodded toward them.

"That's cute," she said quietly, so George and Anna wouldn't hear. Suddenly, George and Anna both got up from the table. "We'll be back in a bit," said Anna, smiling.

"Wonder where the lovebirds are off to?" said Fred.

"Probably outside. After all, snow is very romantic," said Ginny.

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About ten minutes later, after George had pulled on his coat, hat, and gloves, he walked up towards the Owlrey. As he walked inside, he saw Anna with a large black owl, perfectly matching her hair, on her arm. She was attaching a small scroll to its left foot, or, she was attempting to.

"Need some help?"

"Bloody hell George! You nearly gave me heart failure!" she exclaimed. George grinned, and reached over to help her attach the scroll. Anna muttered a quick thank you.

"So is this your owl?" asked George. Anna shook her head. "No, but she's by far my favorite of the school owls, I wish she were mine. She's just so…perfect."

"I don't have an owl either. I've always wanted one though. We have Errol, the family owl, but all he does is crash into the window. And of course Ron has his own, but doesn't let me use it ever. Harry's pretty good about letting me and Fred borrow Hedwig at times, though," said George, pointing up at Hedwig.

"I've always loved that owl. I never knew she was Harry's!" said Anna. George grinned at her.

"So, do you wanna go outside and see how thick the snow is?" he asked.

"Sure," said Anna, smiling.

Just as they were about to exit the castle, they ran into Fred, Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"Er…where are you two off to?" asked Harry.

"More like, where have you two been?" asked Ginny, smirking. Anna raised her eyebrows. "The Owlrey," said Anna. She glanced at George; he seemed to have become very interested with his fingernails.

"We'll be right back," muttered Anna, grabbing George's arm and dragging him away.

"Do they know about…um…us?" asked Anna.

"Well-er-yeah, they do. There's this widow in the Gryffindor common room with a clear view of the Quidditch pitch, and Fred…well…happened to be sitting near it I guess…and…er-" Anna cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth.

"You're mumbling again," she said, but she wasn't glaring at him, as he expected. She was smiling at him from ear to ear. George was seized with the sudden urge to kiss her again. As he slowly leaned his head forward, Anna stopped him.

"Just to be sure, you're not hungry at all right now, are you? Only because, your stomach tends to grumble during our…um…moments," she said, although she was still smiling.

"Trust me, I ate plenty," said George, leaning his head forward and closing all the remaining space between their mouths. Anna responded by wrapping her arms around his neck.

Naturally, Fred, Ginny, Harry, and Ron had followed them, and of course they had been eavesdropping the entire time from behind a stone ledge. When they no longer heard voices, Ginny peeked around the corner to see what had silenced them. When she saw the two completely wrapped up in each other, she couldn't help but grin triumphantly. She nudged Fred, and nodded toward the two. Fred couldn't hold it in; he let out a whistle.

Anna and George broke apart abruptly, and looked around, slightly alarmed. When Anna spotted Fred, she gave him a glare that would make Snape proud.

Fred seemed to be alarmed by Anna's sudden death glare. "Now-er-Anna…er…don't do anything you m-might regret…" stuttered Fred, backing away from her slowly. Anna pulled out her wand.

"Anna!"

"Fred, you should know better than to eavesdrop on people," said Anna, now smirking. Fred looked around at George, Ginny, Harry, and Ron for help, but they all just grinned at him and shrugged their shoulders.

"George, c'mon buddy, call your girlfriend off, you don't want to lose me like this!" Fred practically shouted, still backing away.

"No can do, Fred!" said George, now grinning widely. Anna turned to face Fred, and looked him right in the eye.

"Time to run."

And Fred turned on his heel, and sprinted away through the snow, shrieking like a baby mouse.

As Anna chased after him, Harry, Ron, and George began roaring with laughter. Ginny, however, pulled George over to her.

"What's mum going to think about you being the first Weasley to get a girlfriend before seventh year?" asked Ginny quietly.

"Mum doesn't have to know anything yet," muttered George.

"So, George, did you get any ideas on what to get Anna for Christmas?" asked Harry. George thought back to their little chat in the Owlrey.

"I'm pretty positive I know exactly what she wants."

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Hmm…this chapter was a shortie. Any guesses as to what Anna's going to do to Fred? Or as to what George and Anna are getting each other for Christmas? Oh well, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!