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A/N: Hey guys!! I'm posting a few hours early tonight because at my usual time I'll be watching SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE CANADA!! WOO!! Go Nico and Aly!!! But…yeah, holding in my fangirlieness, here's to you and your patience with my exhausticafiedness last week! Yes, I'm a writer. I can make up my own words.

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TO CHRISTMAS!!! (Bye!!)

I tiptoed over to the bed, and sat beside him, watching him breath slowly in and out. He sighed and rolled over so that he was laying his head on my lap.

"Good morning, my lord." He yawned and looked at me blearily.

"Why are you already awake?" He asked groggily. I grinned.

"It's Christmas. I always wake up early on Christmas." He smiled and sat up. I ran my eyes over his torso and sighed happily.

"Merry Christmas, my love." He whispered, and kissed the corner of my mouth. He rolled over to grab something from the bedside table, and handed it to me. I grinned, and kissed him again before opening the small box. It was a long silver chain, which had two pendants: a golden lion, and a silver snake. I gasped when I realized that both moved, the lion paced back and forth and the snake slithered in figures of eight. Tom clipped it around my neck, and kissed the spot below my right ear before whispering, "You don't have to choose, love. You can have us both, your family and me." Tears sprung to my eyes when I realized what he was saying, and he handed me a letter. I opened it carefully, and read the words in my mother's handwriting:

Darling Ginny,

We all miss you so much here at home. We're back at the burrow for Christmas break, and we hope that this letter finds you well. We're having Christmas tea this afternoon, and we were hoping that you could join us. If you can come, it will be served around 2:00, but if you can't, we all understand.

We miss you, and even in light of whatever choices you have made we love you, and always will.

With unconditional and never ending love,

Your mother, Molly

The tears were rolling down my cheeks by the time I had finished the letter. Tom took hold of my chin and kissed me softly.

"Are you displeased?" He asked.

"No, no." I laughed, tears still streaming down my face. "Thank you love, thank you."

"You're more than welcome, cherié. I love you." I hopped off of the bed and went to retrieve his gift from my cloak pocket in the closet. I had taken off the sweater, and was only wearing his shirt, so I admired the necklace. It was a beautiful thing. I hopped back onto the bed, and watched his face as I handed him the box. I bit my lip as he opened the velvet case, and stared at it. "Is this…" He asked, but trailed off. I nodded. He smiled fondly at it. "It's the best gift you could have given me love."

"It's just a ring."

"No. It's much more than a ring. It's you." I smiled at him and he kissed me.

GGGGGGGGGG

Tom had let me come to the burrow on my own, and I grinned, proud of him that he had let go enough to trust me to behave myself without a chaperone. I walked through the small gate, and made a beeline for the house. I smiled in spite of myself when I stood before it. This wasn't really my home anymore, but I still liked it. I knocked on the door, and Bill opened it.

"Ginny!" He said excitedly and hugged me. "You came!" I nodded and pulled off my gloves as I came inside.

"Good to see you Bill. How are you?"

"Good, good." He said. "Fleur's expecting."

"That's nice," I said, and walked into the living room.

"Sweetheart!" My mother cried as I walked into the room, and she came to hug me. I smiled and hugged her tightly back. "So happy you could come, dear."

"Good to see you mom." I choked out. I noticed Ron glowering at me from the corner. "Hi Ron." I spat at him.

"You just had to come and ruin this for us, didn't you?" He demanded. "This is supposed to be a Weasley gathering, not a death eater meeting." I glared at him.

"Ron you are a prat." I declared. He threw his hands in the air.

"Wow, sister of mine I really care what you think." He said sarcastically.

"Stop it!" My mother shrieked. "I won't have you lot fighting and ruining this day for us! Ron, go pour the tea." She ordered. He sulked into the kitchen, and my mother bustled off. I took a seat beside George. He put an arm around me and pulled me to him.

"How's it going George?"

"Alright, Gin. You heard about Angie?" I nodded.

"I'm sorry about that."

"I'm not. I'm glad I didn't marry her. It didn't feel right, what with her and Fred-" His voice broke, but he swallowed and continued, "Her and Fred being so close." I nodded. "And then it turns out she's pregnant with his kid."

"I like that, though." He smiled too.

"Me too. I'm going to be the baby's god parent."

"That's wonderful. And you and Angie are still close?"

"Oh yeah, of course. We're mates, she and I. Now I'm dating Alicia though, did you hear that?"

"No, I don't get much news where I am though." We both fell silent.

"Gin-"

"Don't George. I'm happy where I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm completely sure." I fingered the chain Tom had given me that morning.

"I believe you." He said, surprising me. I glanced at him. "You have good taste in character." I giggled.

"Except that one time I got possessed." He shrugged.

"That was a one time thing. And Gin, I don't know if I've ever said this, but I'm really sorry I wasn't there for you in first year." I smiled at him.

"It's okay George. That's in the past. I'm actually kind of happy you weren't, that's how I met Tom." His smile faltered, and I shrugged. "It's true."

GGGGGGG

The day went quite successfully, and I was leaving around six in the evening. Everyone was hugging me (except for Ron, of course) and saying 'Oh, come back soon, we missed you!' that I had to tear myself away to get home in time for dinner. I was walking towards the gate when he apparated with a 'pop' beside me. I turned to him, and wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him sweetly.

"Thank you, my love. That was the best present I've ever had."

"Like I said, you deserved it." Tom whispered.

"Ginny, Ginny!"

"Damn." Tom hissed searching around for somewhere to hide.

"No, wait." I stopped him. My father jogged up to me, barely noticing Tom. He handed me my gloves, and kissed my cheek. He gave a start when he noticed Tom, swathed in a black cloak, his pale face seemingly floating in the air.

"You're… Ginny this is…"

"Dad, this is Tom." I said cautiously. I trusted my father not to hex him. Tom held out his hand, and my father took it.

"It's nice to meet you sir." Tom said, and I nearly giggled. My father stared at him for another second.

"You had better be taking good care of my little girl." He didn't say it as if he expected otherwise, he said it as any father would say to their only daughter's husband.

"I am." Tom said, and kissed my cheek lightly.

"We need to go. Bye dad."

"Bye sweetie. I love you." I stopped and looked at him.

"I love you too dad." I hugged him one last time, then we disapparated.

TTTTTTTTTT

She grinned all the way up the lawn, our hands still intertwined.

"What?" I asked, when I could take it no longer. She pulled open the door, still smiling and pulled me into the main foyer. She pushed me against the wall and kissed me slowly, taking her time, and I growled when she pulled away.

"You were so good." She giggled and raised a hand to her mouth. "I can't believe you met my father." She giggled again as I raised an eyebrow. "He must have been scared out of his wits!"

GGGGGGGGG

"So are you coming?" Adele asked me.

"Coming where?" I asked, my nose still buried in a book.

"To the new years eve party?" She sounded exasperated. "You know, on the evening of the 31st?" I looked at her over my book.

"Who's going?"

"Oh come on Gin, you know. A bunch of us." I raised a gracefully arched eyebrow.

"Is Tom going?" Adele sighed.

"I…I didn't ask him yet." I grinned. "I was hoping you would."

"Where are you going?"

"Just to a little place in London."

"Wizarding?"

"No, but pretty close to the leaky cauldron, so some wizards might be there." I patted her on the arm.

"I'm just playing with you. Of course I'll ask him."

"Great!" She squealed, and hurried off. Tom stepped out from behind a shelf and looked at me quizzically.

"I thought it best not to tell her you were here." I explained.

"Huh." I cut my eyes to him, and watched as he walked over slowly. He licked his lips and I grinned. He sat beside me, and began to ravage my neck with his mouth.

"So do you want to go?" He asked from his position.

"It's up to you."

"That wasn't what I asked."

"I suppose so, yeah. It'd be nice to go out. I always like going out, especially with you."

"Thank you, kind lady." He said sarcastically. I stood suddenly, and pulled him up with me. I leaned up to kiss his lips, and said.

"Thank you for coming with me." Then I darted out of the room. I heard him call out behind me, but I ran to our rooms and hopped into the shower, shedding my clothes like leaves. I locked the door behind me, to hopefully keep him out. A few minutes later, I heard him bang on the door, and I grinned. I turned off the shower and rung out my hair.

"Ginevra, you know that a flimsy door can't keep me away from you." I grinned at myself in the mirror, and wrapped a towel around myself.

"I know, but I'm hoping that you'll respect my privacy." He then made a very un-dark lord like noise, which closely resembled a snort. I opened the door daintily and walked to the closet. He followed close behind me. "Oh you can have the shower now, dear." I said errantly.

"It isn't as fun now you aren't in it." He growled. I turned and propped my elbow on the door.

"I'm sure if you turn the shower extra cold you'll achieve the desired effect." I said grinning evilly. He wiggled his eyebrows at me before retreating to the shower himself. I shook my head at the bathroom door and disappeared into the huge closet.

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