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A/N: Sorry it took so long, folks, I've been rather busy, what with college coming about in a couple of days. So anyway, here's the next installment of this story. I'm really glad people seem to like the story so far. You guys are awesome. By the way, I'll be starting a new story soon and I wanted ask, if you were Draco Malfoy and you had a sister, which would make you angrier: your sister falling for Harry (him being a half-blood and your rival) or Ron (him being a blood traitor and lower than you on a social status)? I'd be more than grateful to those who will answer this question. Thank you.

Christmas at last.

One of my favorite holidays.

But this year it seemed . . . different.

Maybe it was because this year, I knew not to expect presents from home? Or maybe it was because this year, I had a boyfriend? Or maybe it was because this year, I had had no clue what on earth to get for someone important and that has never ever happened before and it was kind of freaking me out?

Seriously, I don't see what George sees in me. I'm a complete and total nutcase.

I only woke when I heard something pecking at the door. I lay in my bed, hoping that Ginny or Hermione would get up and answer the door but the pecking continued. Finally, getting slightly annoyed, I crawled out of bed and feeling even lazier I crawled towards the door, reaching up to open it.

Pigwidgeon sat in front of me, his head leaning to the side and its eyes seeming to look at me in confusion. A blue envelope with my name on it was in its beak while it sat on top of a medium sized package.

"How in earth did they get you to be calm?" I asked. Reaching forward I took the envelope from its beak. The owl hopped off the package and flew down the hall, twittering madly now.

"Dumb bird," I muttered as I picked up the package and walked back over to my bed, pulling the curtains.

Biting on my lip slightly, I opened the envelope. It sprung from my hands and formed into a set of lips. "Hey," the envelope said in George's voice.

I smiled, amazed. "Hey," I whispered back. "How did you –?"

"New invention Fred and I just came up with. Instant communication combined with a Holler like effect. You like?"

"I like."

The envelope wheezed once, smoke coming from its corners. "We haven't quite gotten the kinks out of it yet so if it explodes I'm sorry but I wanted to make sure you got my present first."

"Did you open mine?"

"Yeah I did, actually, and thank you. I really, really needed a new cauldron. My last one melted. Oh and the candy was good too, thanks. Did you open mine yet?"

"No."

"Well, you silly girl, you better open it before the poor thing suffocates. I put holes in the box, but for Merlin sakes. . . ."

"Suffocates?" I lifted the box up to my ear, listening carefully. I heard a faint sound, followed by a light scratching. "Oh Merlin!"

Quickly, I ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the box underneath. "Oh . . . George," I whispered.

Surprised, I lifted a kitten out of the box. It was so adorable! Golden brown fur covered it's small body and large brownish green eyes stared up at me. It meowed at me as I lifted it closer to my face, sticking out its tongue to give my nose a quick lick. "Oh, George," I said again.

"I take it you like him," he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Like him? I love him. George, I so wasn't expecting this. . . . He's beautiful. My gift pales in comparison to this."

"Don't say that. I love your gift, Mel. I just really wanted to get you something special and I remembered you telling me you've always wanted a pet and I when Fred and I went to Diagon Alley the other day to start setting up the shop, I past by the Magical Menagerie and saw him in the window. All his brothers and sisters had been adopted all ready and he needed a home. I figure he'll remind you of me when I'm not at school anymore."

I smirked. "Always looking out for yourself, huh?"

"Always." He laughed and the envelope wheezed again. "Couldn't have you forgetting about me just because I wasn't there."

"I couldn't forget about you even if I wanted to George."

George was silent for a minute but when he spoke again I could here that smile again. "So what are you going to name the little guy?"

"Well, since he supposed to remind me of you, I suppose I'll call him Little Georgie." The kitten meowed softly, purring. "I think he agrees."

"I'm glad." I heard a murmur on the end of the line before George said, "Shut up Fred. . . . Fred says we're too lovely dovey and need our own romance book."

"Fred, you're just jealous," I said, laughing. Suddenly, Ginny and Hermione were both on my bed, Hermione gently lifting Little Georgie from my arms.

"Don't worry Fred," Ginny said into the envelope. "I'm sure you'll find your own romance book someday."

"Don't really want one," Fred said.

"I'd bet you'd want one if it was with Angelina."

"I'd bet you'd want one if it was with Harry."

"Why you –"

"George this kitten is so cute!" Hermione interrupted. "What a wonderful present! Oh, he's adorable! What's his name?"

"Little Georgie," I responded. "Look, you guys, I was kind of trying to have a private conversation with my boyfriend."

"Wasn't technically private," Ginny said. "Seeing as how you both were rather loud."

"Were we loud, little sister or do you just have really big ears," George said, laughing.

"Either way, there's no use now," I said, sighing. "I'll see you at breakfast, George."

"See you, Mel," George said.

I reached up and grabbed the envelope, closing the flap. I looked over at Ginny and Hermione, who were staring at me expectantly. A huge grin spread over my face and I giggled.

George POV

After breakfast I didn't see Melody until dinner because we went to go see dad in the hospital. But it was at dinner that things got messed up again.

Of course by Fred.

"So," Fred said, glancing up at mum. "George's got a girl."

I nearly choked.

Fred pounded me on the back as I shot him a glare. I glanced at Melody quickly to see a look of surprise and horror on her face but it was gone quickly, though her eyes dropped back down to her plate. Sirius, Ron, and Harry were all sniggering though Ginny and Hermione looked almost as horrified as I felt.

"Oh really, Georgie?" Mum said, happily. "Who is she? Do we know her?"

"N-n-no, you don't know her," I said. "She, er, goes to Hogwarts."

"Is she in your year?"

"No, she's a, er, a fifth year."

"A fifth year?" I could hear the slight disapproval in mum's voice.

"But she's very mature for her age, mum."

"Oh, well, I suppose . . . My darling little boy has a girlfriend. Tell me a little bit about her, George."

"Well, she's er, nice, and um, smart. Very pretty and very shy. She always seems to have a way to make me smile or laugh. She's really something. Special."

The room was quiet for a moment. Mum looked like she was going to cry with happiness while Fred, Sirius, Ron, and Harry suddenly looked uncomfortable, no longer enjoying my discomforted. Hermione and Ginny were giggling, whispering to each other how sweet that was.

I glanced up at Melody real quick. She sent me a quick smile before she went back to staring at her plate, her cheeks slightly pink.

"She sounds darling, George," mum said. "I hope I get to meet her sometime."

Everyone went back to eating the conversation seemingly over. Or at least I thought. . . . I hate my little sister.

"Did you know, Melody's got a boyfriend?"