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Anna awoke with a start the next morning. She felt really happy, but could not think why for the life of her. Then, she suddenly remembered.
"It's Christmas!" she exclaimed, and jumped off her bed. Luckily for her, she was the only Slytherin in the entire dormitory, so nobody woke up. Unfortunately, when she jumped, she landed on a pile of presents. Wait…presents? Anna had never before received presents on Christmas day. But, sure enough, there was a relatively large pile of presents below her bed. She began to open them, feeling happier than ever. She had received a collection of assorted candies from Lee, Ron and Hermione, a new beaters bat from Fred, a book called A Beaters Guide to Beating from Harry, A book full of tricky charms to fix hair from Katie Bell, and a self-authored book called How to Know What George Weasley is Always Thinking by Ginny Weasley. Anna couldn't help but laugh at the "book" Ginny got her. She began to page through it, and then she remembered that George himself did not have a gift for her in this pile. She looked through the pile again, and this time found a small note. It said:
Anna,
Merry Christmas! The reason there is no present in this pile with my name on it is because what I got you isn't entirely wrappable. Meet me on the Quidditch Pitch twenty minutes before breakfast. And, no, I'm not planning to pull a dumb prank on you
George
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Anna couldn't help but to grin slightly to herself. Not entirely wrappable it had said. What could it have possibly been?
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"Oi George! Get up you lazy arse it's Christmas!"
George mumbled something about needing ten more minutes, when Fred hit him in the head with a particularly large and heavy book.
"Ouch! What the ruddy hell was that for?"
"Get up off your lazy arse and come down to the common room with me. Ron, Harry, and Ginny are already down there, and they have all of our presents, too.
"Okay, Okay, I'm up!" said George, feeling increasingly aggravated at his lack of sleep. It took him about five minutes to get himself out of bed and down to the common room, where Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all sporting brand new 'Weasley sweaters.' Harry and Ron were helping themselves to an entire box of chocolate frogs. Fred sat down next to Harry and reached for a frog as well.
"Who're the frogs from?" asked Fred, with his mouth full.
"Anna," answered Ron, his mouth equally full. He turned to look at George. "You better keep this girl, cause I need my chocolate frogs."
Harry, Ginny, and Fred laughed. George opened up his package from his parents, and put on his brand new Weasley sweater.
"You know, George, Ron's right. Anna has a great taste in food," said Harry as he opened a box of his favorite treacle tart.
"Whoa."
"What's going on George?" asked Ginny. Then she saw what he was holding. "Okay, Anna has just officially won the best girlfriend ever award with that present," she said.
George had in his hands a brand new broom. It was a Nimbus 2002, which had just come out a month ago. He gazed at in awe.
"Oi! George, there's a note!"
George picked up the little piece of paper. It said:
George,
Merry Christmas! I'm really really sorry I couldn't afford a Firebolt, but this broom is brand new and it's all I could afford on short notice. But hopefully it'll help Gryffindor's chances of winning this tournament!
Love,
Anna
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"I'm in love," said George.
"With the broom or the girl?" asked Fred.
"Both."
"Lucky. All she got me was a book about running a joke shop. Not that I'm complaining, this book's amazing! Wonder where she got it…" and Fred trailed off, not bothering to realize that nobody was listening anymore.
George looked at the clock. "Damn! Breakfast starts in twenty minutes!"
"So…" started Ginny, but George had already sprinted out the door.
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"I was beginning to think you forgot!" said Anna, some five minutes later, as George came sprinting down to the Quidditch pitch. He was relieved to see that she was grinning. As soon as George caught his breath, he grabbed Anna and hugged her so enthusiastically that she was lifted off her feet.
"George! What the hell?"
"You are officially the best Christmas shopper ever!"
"So you like the present? I was nervous about it!"
"Like it? I'm in love with it! Speaking of presents, I think I ought to give you yours now," said George, as he put her down. She smiled at him. George whistled loudly. A house elf came running out of the castle, holding a cage with a blanket covering it, and a bouquet of roses.
"Master Weasley, you called?" said the elf happily.
"Yes, I did. Thank you, Dobby," replied George, as Dobby saluted him and trotted off.
"Let's see then, these are for you…" said George, winking at her as he handed her the roses. She grinned at him, and then gestured towards the cage.
"Is that a cage?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, as a matter of fact it is. Now, I had to sign about 30 contracts with Dumbledore for him to give this baby to me. He didn't believe I wasn't going to use her for pranks. Her name, by the way, is Ebony," said George, as he pulled off the blanket, revealing none other than the black owl that Anna had desired since her first year at Hogwarts.
Anna was awestruck. "Are you? Is it? Is she actually mine?" she asked. George nodded uncertainly.
"I-well-I wasn't sure what to get you and you seemed to like her…um I mean if you don't want her I could always just…er…well, you know, I could-" he was silenced by her lips meeting with his for the third time within the week. After about two minutes, George said, "So…I guess you like her then?"
Anna grinned at him. "I love her! Thank you so much!" she broke off and started laughing lightly. "What are you wearing?" she asked.
George looked down and realized he was wearing his Weasley sweater, which was forest green with a large gold letter G on the front.
"Oh…er…it's a Weasley sweater. My mum knits a sweater for everyone in the family every Christmas. Harry sometimes gets one, too…I mean they're kind of corny but they're really warm and all…"
"Do my ears deceive me? George Weasley, ashamed of a fantastic gift from his mum?" asked Anna in mock-horror.
"Er-No of course not. Think of it this way, after Mum meets you this summer, you'll be bound to get one next Christmas," said George, laughing slightly. Anna looked up at him.
"So is that an invitation to the Burrow this summer?" she asked.
"Er yeah I guess," he replied.
"I think I can manage to escape the orphanage during August," said Anna with a small smile. George grinned.
"Good. Blimey, it's freezing out here!" added George with a small shudder. Anna smiled at him.
"Breakfast time?" she asked.
"Definitely," said George, still grinning as he put his right arm around her shoulders, and picked up the owl cage with his left hand.
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I feel bad cause that chapter was so short. AND there was such a long wait. I'm Sorry
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