It was early on Christmas Eve, and Harry was trudging down the stairs after a rather refreshing night sleep. When he had gone downstairs after being caught half naked by the whole Weasley clan the night before, he had been bombarded with yelling from all Ginny's brothers. They had said things like, "I wish you had been permanently frozen down there, because then you couldn't have done that with Ginny." Harry partially wished that also, but then remembered what it felt like, and immediately thought it was worth it being caught.

But they weren't the only ones yelling, however. Ginny had certainly given them a piece of her mind, but, though they had retaliated somewhat, they still glared at Harry when she wasn't looking.

He was in the middle of stepping down the middle step when he heard his name being whispered. He looked behind him and saw his girlfriend waving her hand towards her, telling him to come back up the stairs.

He looked bewildered as he climbed back up the steps. "What?" Harry asked, wondering what she wanted. She leaned up and kissed him. She then flounced down the stairs, but Harry called after her, "Wait, what did you want?"

"That's all," she stated simply with a shrug, before she turned around and headed for the kitchen.

He shook his head and laughed, heading in the same direction as his girlfriend.

xxxxx

Harry was standing on a ladder hanging decorations on the stairs, when Ginny came up from behind him, and whispered, "So, what'd you get me for Christmas?"

He jumped and looked over at his girlfriend. "Oh, that's tomorrow isn't it…" he said sarcastically.

She laughed, "Funny, Harry…" She said, moving down a few steps so she was closer to him. "Seriously… tell me," she smiled up at him mockingly being flirtatious, pushing on his leg a little.

"You think I'm going to tell you?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows. She sighed and slumped her shoulders, sulking. He laughed and turned back to his decorating. She leaned back onto the railing and looked at Harry, smiling. He slowly moved his eyes away from the garland he was hanging and shifted them to his girlfriend. "What'd you get me?"

"Harry, how dare you! What kind of person asks what they got for Christmas?!" She said in mock exasperation. He laughed and put the decorations he was holding down next to him. He leaned down and kissed her. "So," she said, pulling away from him, "Do you think Ron is going to…" she whispered the last part, "propose?"

Harry laughed and mockingly whispered back, "No." She fake laughed and then stopped, looking at him with squinted eyes. He smiled and continued, "He said he wasn't going to until the summer."

She sighed and then clapped her hands excitedly, "I can't wait to be her Maid of Honor!"

Harry raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly, "Well, aren't you Ms. Arrogant. For all you know, she might choose Lavender to be it, not you…"

Ginny laughed and said, "Don't even joke about that…"

"Well, you never know," Harry joked, leaning in to kiss her again.

"So," she said, after ending the kiss once again, "You excited?"

His face lit up, and he asked, already knowing the answer, "For Christmas? Yeah…" He tried to keep cool by shrugging his shoulders, but Ginny could tell how thrilled he was.

She smiled and looked up at him, "You're cute." He cleared his throat awkwardly, and went back to the decorating. "Why are you doing this anyway?" She asked curiously, waving her hands at the beautifully adorned house.

He shrugged his shoulders again, and said softly, "Just want it to be perfect…" He finished tying up the garland and looked around at the space around him, nodding his head in approval. He looked satisfied and climbed down from the ladder. Ginny held out her hands behind him, in case he might fall.

"You know, having a ladder on the stairs isn't very safe…" She put her hand on his arm once he was safely off of it.

He held up his pointer finger and said matter-of-factly, "That's why we have magic."

Ginny nodded her head, "Right."

He looked around the room again and couldn't keep a smile off his face. "How much did you do, anyway?" Ginny began to walk down the stairs, and walked toward a room.

"Oh, er, just a few rooms…" He said, walking quickly after her.

She looked into the room she had been heading to, and saw decorations filling the room. She scrunched her eyebrows together before looking curiously toward Harry. She started slowly walking toward another room near the one she had just been in. He started walking toward her again. In this room, Ginny saw it just as beautifully decorated as the one before.

He began to blush, and Ginny said, with a smile on her face, "Harry, did you do the whole house?"

"Well, I… I just…" Ginny began to walk backwards toward another room. He started to walk quickly towards her again, "There's nothing…" But it was too late, Ginny had already run and looked into the next room, "…in there…"

Ginny looked at him, astonished, "You decorated the whole house, didn't you?" A smile slowly spread across her face as his blush deepened.

He put his hands in his pockets, "Well, I just… wanted it to be perfect…" Harry said softly once again.

She shook her head in amazement, "I love you… No other guy would spend the whole day decorating this million story house."

"Well, it's like my first Christmas that I don't have anything to worry about and that we're together so I just wanted it to be special…"

Ginny looked away from him, barely able to keep from grinning, "You're amazing."

Ginny heard him coming toward her; he put a finger under her chin and lifted it up. "No, you're amazing." She smiled and they leaned in toward each other.

"No, you're amazing," they heard. Ginny and Harry turned their heads to where they had heard the voice. Bill and Charlie were standing on the stairs looking at each other. "No you're amazing!" Charlie said in a girly voice. They laughed and continued down the stairs. Harry dropped his hand from under her chin and slowly turned around.

He walked toward Ginny's brothers who had interrupted them and said, "Listen, you really need to stop with the jokes. They kind of get old when I can't get one moment alone with my girlfriend." Ginny raised her eyebrows at his sudden telling off of her brothers.

Bill seemed surprised, but didn't let himself be affected, "You got plenty of time in the bathroom last night," Bill said, "I don't think we need to have you two do any more of that."

"Yeah, well, you're kind of being a hypocrite here."

"How so?" Bill asked threateningly, taking a step toward Harry, just as Mr. Weasley and George walked into the hallway.

"Well, we all hear what goes on in you and Fleur's room late at night, but no one says anything about that, now do we?" Harry said, not letting any of his nervousness show. Bill looked taken aback, and George snorted at Harry's comment.

Bill recovered from his shock, "That's different. Fleur and I are married."

"Ginny and I are getting married someday anyway, so what does it matter?" Harry said, on the verge of yelling.

"I know you think that now, Harry…" Charlie began.

Harry turned to him, "What do you know? You don't even have a girlfriend." Charlie started at him.

"Hey, hey, hey," Mr. Weasley said, intervening, trying to hide his amusement at what Harry had said, "Harry hasn't done anything wrong since last night…"

"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley…" Harry interrupted him, "But, I really don't think I did anything wrong last night."

George intervened, "You know what you did to Ginny, Harry. Don't try to pretend you-"

"I didn't," Harry put his hands up in the air forming quotations, "'do anything to Ginny'We had sex. There. I said it."

"I thought you said you didn't do anything to my sister," Bill said, in a scrutinizing tone.

"I didn't!" Harry exclaimed, "Ginny is a consenting," He looked at Ginny and smiled, "and beautiful," he turned back to the male Weasley's, "grown woman that can make her own decisions, and as much as you want her to be, she's not a little girl anymore."

Ginny spoke up, "Harry's the one that wanted to wait longer, anyway. And I'm pretty sure he's told you on more than one occasion that he would never hurt me."

"Ginny," Mr. Weasley said, "I know you can make up your own decisions, but-"

"Than what's the problem, Dad?!" Ginny exclaimed.

"The problem is Ginevra," her dad began, "is that you're too young."

Ginny opened her mouth to retort, but Harry beat her to it, saying calmly, "She's seventeen years old."

They stood in the cheerfully decorated hallway that was full of tension looking at each other. He spoke after a moment, "Look, Mr. Weasley, I love your daughter, and I'm going to marry her someday, and eventually we will have to have children. So, we would have had to have done it someday, and I'm pretty sure you know how that works," he waved a hand at Mr. Weasley's multiple children standing in the hallway. "And besides, you got married at only nineteen. Which is only two years older than Ginny is now."

Mr. Weasley stood sternly looking at Harry, before a grin broke onto his face, "Well, you have a point there, Harry."

"Dad!" The Weasley boys exclaimed.

Their dad held up his hands in defeat, "Boys, boys. I doubt any of you have stayed as chaste as you hoped Ginny would, and I'm glad you're protective of your sister," Ginny glowered at him, "but there is a fine line between protective, and hypocritical." He left his children and Harry standing glaring at each other in the hallway.

Charlie sighed after a long hard moment, "I guess he's right. But could you please refrain from it when you're here?"

"Only if Bill does," Harry stated.

Bill opened his mouth to say something but George said, holding out a hand for Harry to shake, "Deal. It can be bloody hard to sleep when someone forgets to put a silencing charm up."

"Especially when you're right below them," Charlie said directing his comment to Bill.

Bill looked down at his feet and droned, "Fine."

Ginny laughed happily, "Oh, brotherly love." She grabbed Harry's hand, swinging it at their sides. He laughed looking down at her.

"Whoa, Ginny. Getting a little close, don't you think?" Harry said jokingly.

She immediately let go of his hand, and put her hand up to her mouth in mock shock, "Premarital hand holding?!" She directed toward her brothers, "What'll be next?" She playfully tapped Bill on the cheek with her hand and walked away happily.

George came toward Harry, putting an arm around him, and leading him out into the living room, his brothers following him, "Well, Harry. I have to applaud you for that wonderful speech you made about marriage and Ginny. It really brought tears to my eyes…" he said jokingly.

Harry shook his head in amusement and pushed George away, "Shut up," he said teasingly. They all laughed.

Hermione came out of the kitchen, and asked all the boys in the room, "Has anyone seen Ron? I haven't seen him since lunch…"

"Isn't that the only time anyone sees him?" Charlie asked sarcastically.

Hermione smiled a strained grin, and Harry said, "Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him either…"

"Well, Mrs. Weasley is getting rather stressed out because it says he's traveling on the clock, but it's been like that all day…" She sat down on the couch, looking at the door worriedly, as if expecting him to come through the door.

"I'm sure he'll show up," Bill said, getting troubled himself. It fell silent, and for a moment everyone in the room looked at each other anxiously. They all looked at the door, and before they looked back at each other they heard a sob coming from Hermione, it was obvious she had been holding it in for awhile. They all looked at her, not moving for a few seconds.

The Weasley's all looked horrified, not accustomed to upset girls, Ginny had never been one for that. Harry just sighed; very much used to an upset Hermione, what from sixth year, to when Ron had left them during the horcrux hunt. He went over to where she was sitting, and put an arm around her. Hermione pressed her lips together tightly, worried that if she let go of them, she would let out yet another sob.

"He's fine, Hermione. There's nothing that could have happened," Harry said soothingly.

"Nothing could have happened?" Hermione said with difficulty, she had finally opened her mouth. "If you learned anything from last year Harry it was that things can happen."

Harry remembered. "This isn't last year, Hermione, it's safe now. Ron will probably be back soon."

Hermione nodded her head, wanting nothing more than for that to be true.

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Okay, guys, here's the next chapter. Sorry I kept you waiting, and really really really sorry that it kind of was blackmail, even though I didn't mean for it to be at the time. I felt really bad after like the first five reviews, so I started writing this chapter after those.

I hope you liked it, and I want you to know that lovesreading2 pretty much wrote half of this chapter, or at least gave me the idea for half of it, because I was going through some writers block after I decided to continue.

I don't even know how long it's been since my last update, but it's been more than a week, I know that. GASP! A week? A week?!!?! Lol, but I did apparently give half of you heart attacks… so I guess you don't deserve that.

Thanks for everyone who reviewed, I had no idea so many people were reading this story, so I'm, again, very sorry if I was being selfish, or mean, or a horrible person. But I did give you a bit longer of a chapter, so let's hope you enjoy it.

Love you guys, and I hope you still love me… -puppy dog eyes-

Mads