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Hello everyone! We are wrapping up the week of uploads and I am having mixed feelings about the story. There have been some really bad chapters recently that I hate uploading. It pains me to upload this one as well, but I really didn't know what else to write. It's just that they've been very dialogue heavy with little description and I don't want to rewrite it because I wouldn't really know what else to do. Also I'm getting annoyed by how much Auden blushes and how much I say stupid as a descriptive word. Ugh, I just don't know how to write this chapter so I'm proud of it. Honestly, part of me just wants to get this book thing done with and get rid of it because of how bad it is. And because I'm not planning to do any work on a New Fanfic or rereading through the chapters in both my stories to correct spelling and grammar it would make sense. Anyway sorry for this rant, I just am having mixed feelings about this chapter while I was editing. So if you could just hang in there I promise within the next two or three chapters something will happen. Ugh, I just, I hate it.

Sorry if you read through my rant I just wasn't feeling the best today. Anyway, thanks for reading and commenting. I like negative comments too (as long as they are written in a nice way) because I just want my writing to get better, so anything is good, really. If you didn't read through my rant, I just would beg you to hang in there because I promise (and hope) that it will get better. Thanks for reading and hanging on, I hope you enjoy it. :)

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Chapter 20: Christmas Day

I groan stuffing two pillows on the sides of my head to muffle the sound of everyone entering my room. Two people jumped in bed causing me to bounce a little, I took a peek to see the tall, muscular red heads sitting next to me. I glared at George when he caught my eye; he gave me a goofy smile in return.

"Is widdle Auden a bit cranky because we wanted to wake her up before noon?" George asked like he was talking to a five-year old.

"No, I just want you out of my room. It's too early anyway." I complained then returned to digging my face into my mattress.

"It's 11:45, actually." Zach said as the twins pulled the pillows away.

"No it's-" I tried to argue, but with a quick glance to the clock, I realized they were right. "Just get out of my bed."

"That's the first time I heard that." Fred teased. "Although, George, those words must be far too familiar."

"Shut up!" George said, shoving Fred and crashing on to me.

"Ow." I said weakly trying to lift his body from mine while staying under the comfort of my covers.

"Fred, apologize, not everyone wants you. You can't throw yourself at her. We all know she has her heart set on Zachy-poo." George winked at me.

"That's it, all of you, out!" I said, successfully pushing Fred out of my bed.

"But how do we know you wont fall back asleep?" Fred asked.

"I guess you'll just have to trust me." I said. "Now go."

"I'll stay behind, make sure she looks presentable, and hurry along now." Zach shooed everyone out the door.

I decided to tuck my self farther into bed. If he wanted me to get ready, he was going to have to fight for it. Yes, I know, it was immature. I realized that when I felt his heavy body crush mine. I pulled the covers away from my face to see his playful grin.

"If I knew you wanted to be in bed, I would've offered my services." He wiggled his eyebrows and I easily shoved him off me.

"I thought there was an unspoken rule to not make fun of someone who is defenseless." I said getting out of bed. If he was going to make anymore 'in bed' jokes, it wasn't worth the warmth and comfort. "And ignore Fred he's ."

He let out a whistle and I shot him a glare in response, "If you don't want to get that reaction, you should at least wear pants."

Then I remembered. I decided to only wear an oversized shirt to bed because I knew the heat would be on and it would get too hot. I rushed into my closet and changed into a comfortable outfit. Way less embarrassing. I also tied my hair up since I didn't have time to do anything to it.

"You're wearing that?" He asked flicking his eyebrows up.

"Yeah it's Christmas morning." I said not understanding what was wrong with my outfit.

"It's not morning anymore." He stood up and I saw that he had dressed up. He was wearing black slacks and a white button up shirt. "I'll help you pick something out."

"No it's fine, I'll find something." I tried blocking the frame by spreading my arms across.

"I don't know what to do now, how ever will I cross?" He said sarcastically, then pushed through, making me topple over.

I let out a small scream and he clamped a hand over my mouth and wrapped the other one about my waist so I didn't fall. He lowered his mouth to my ears and started talking in a deep, husky voice, like someone doing a really bad impression.

"Hey, be quiet, we wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea now would we?" He said in an American accent.

"That's a problem then." I said slyly turning around. I pulled him by his collar towards me till we were no more than an inch away. I gave him a small smile. "Because I'm a screamer."

I winked and walked past him, deeper into my closest, with a satisfied smirk on my face. He just stood there in shock. Fred and George would've been so proud of turned around scratching the back of a head and I let out a short laugh. Once he was finally able to move, he ran his fingers along the dresses at a painstaking pace.

"How about that one?" I asked pointed to a dark blue one that I liked.

"Too boring." He said moving on.

"If you're expecting to find something short and tight and exposing and-" I started, but Zach wasn't listening because he had pulled out a dress.

"And red?" He asked.

"Come on darling, we must face the music." He hooked his arm expecting my to take it, but I walked past him scowling.

"I hate you." I muttered pulling down the dress. "My parents will hate this dress."

"My god." My mother said as she barged into the room. "You look gorgeous!"

I growled. I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him.

"Isn't she?" Zach asked. "I saw this in the back of her closet with its tag still on. And it's perfect for Christmas! It's red!"

There was a reason. My mom had bought if for me as a birthday gift a year ago. It was not "me." It was strapless for a start and I liked straps. I like the security in knowing that the dress wouldn't slide down. It had a sweet heart neckline, clung to what you might consider curves, and ended just above my fingertips. Along with a pair of simple black heels, I was ready to strangle Zach. He knew my anger, that's why he smiled and dangled an arm over my shoulder.

"This dresses matched your blush." He whispered in my ear and I fought the urge to stick my tongue out at him.

"Auden, you're so pretty." Ginny said.

"Thanks but I'm about to go change." I tried to turn and go back up the stairs but strong arms hugged my waist and pulled me back into a hard body. I recognized Fred's voice as he brushed his lips against my ear.

"Why would you want to do that? Besides who said I would let you?" I shivered as my heart beat faster. What was he doing? I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat even though my mouth had gone dry. He chuckled and let me go. "You should've seen your face. Are you falling in love with me Auden Pendergast?"

"N-no. Of-f course no-t." I stumbled.

"You need to work on your lying skills." He smiled, his eyes dancing playfully. "But seriously Zach made a good choice."

I moved my hair from my ear trying to cover up the pink that tinged my cheeks. I looked him up and down too, just to get revenge. He was wearing a pair of black slacks and a light blue shirt that matched his beautiful eyes. Beautiful eyes? Since when did I call his eyes beautiful? I must be losing it. Nevertheless, he looked amazing.

"You look nice too." I said. Shut up shut up shut up shut up.

"I don't get what the big deal is about this dress." George said, apparating next to me. "I think you would look better out of it."

I elbowed him in the guts and he didn't flinch. "You shouldn't say that so loudly. My parents are a foot away from us"

"Good point, I guess I'll just have to wait for your father's blessing." George smiled wickedly, and then out of nowhere his face changed to one that was almost surprised. "I almost forgot. Here is your gift from your favorite twin. Merry Christmas."

I took the box from his hands and opened it. It was a portable swamp.

"Remember when we first met?" George asked, his face lighting up in a sincere smile. "Here is the final product. It's a symbol of our friendship. We will always love each other. As friends, of course." George said quickly glancing up to Fred, who was watching us from a few stairs up.

"Thank you George!" I threw my arms around him and after a while he returned the hug. "I love it."

"It's the first one we made too."

"It means a lot."

"And thanks for the shirts and book." George said. "I'm glad I got Thing 1 and not Thing 2, it shows you like me more."

"T-that's not it." I said. I didn't want anyone to think I meant it that way.

"Well Fred you should be jumping for joy, you still have a chance." George grinned. "Or she's just being nice."

I opened the gifts from my parents. They were the same as always. Clothes, books, candy, and a few gift cards. I thanked them, but that wasn't all, they pulled out a large trunk that contained Quidditch supplies. The boys were more excited than I was, they were practically drooling. . Hermione had gotten me a few books for school, Zach gave me a Tardis cookie jar, Ron got me a Gryffindor scarf, and Molly had knitted a sweater for me that I was more than happy to wear over my dress. The Grangers apologized for not knowing what to get me so they gave me a book along with some floss and a toothbrush. Bill and Charlie had given everyone Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Bean. All the boys went outside to play with the new Quidditch equipment while us girls went to my room.

"Auden, I have your present." Ginny said handing me a rather large box of things.

"Um…" I was unsure why her gift was so big.

"Don't worry the boys gave me some of the money from their sales. I was able to persuade them because Fred had been such a git." Ginny beamed. "Go ahead, open it."

Still unsure I sat on my bed, Hermione and Ginny joined me. I glanced up at Ginny who was so excited she was bouncing up and down. I pulled on one side of the string and it fell off quickly. I did as I did with every present; I gently tore off the tape and unwrapped the gift with caution. However, the longer I took, the more violent Ginny's bouncing became.

"Can you be a little calmer? It's only making it harder to open with the bed moving." I asked her.

"You're going to have to get used to it." Ginny said, then covering her mouth.

"What?" I asked. I guess Fred and George aren't the only dirty ones.

"You'll figure out later." Ginny said. "Just open it!"

I took the top off the box, seeing the contents I quickly shut it again, my face was turning red. Ginny cried out laughing while Hermione shook her head.

"I'm telling you Ginny, you don't give those things to others, especially if they don't want it." Hermione scolded.

"You knew?" I asked. "And you didn't stop her?"

"I tried, but she just didn't listen." Hermione glared at Ginny.

"You can't think that one of those boys hasn't fallen in love with you, and it's always nice to be prepared." Ginny winked, pulling out a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs.

"Yeah, I think I could live without those." I said trying to put it back in the box that was filled with other… sexual objects. I would be even worse if one of the boys flew by and saw Ginny holding up handcuffs.

This just seemed to be my unlucky day; at that moment Fred turned his head and froze in his tracks. Without hesitation, he made the window disappear and landed gracefully in the center of my room.