A/N: HAPPY 4TH OF JULY! WOO-HOO! FIREWORKS! Anyways, I would have updated sooner, but Fanfiction was being really weird I wouldn't let me update :(. Boo! But I got to update today, so yay!

I woke up with the hugest grin plastered on my face. Today the Weasleys, Hermione and Harry were coming over and staying for the rest of the holiday. I jumped out of my bed and quickly cleaned everything. I hadn't seen George since the train station, and I missed him dearly. I was anxious to see him, and whenever I was anxious I had a nervous habit of cleaning things.

I waited for what seemed like hours for them to arrive. I kept pacing around the house anxiously, until I finally heard a loud crack, making me smile brightly. I ran to the down the stairs to find Fred and George with their suitcases in their hands. They each shook Sirius's hand hello. Then George glanced at me and smiled. I quickly walked over and hugged him tightly.

"I missed you," I whispered in his ear.

"I missed you, too," he whispered back.

I pulled back and kissed his cheek, since Sirius was still in the room. I had already gotten the 'P.D.A. lecture' and I didn't need it again. Sirius was now eying George quite oddly, which made him slightly uncomfortable.

"I help you get your things to your room," I offered, breaking the silence.

"No need," Fred smirked.

George and Fred flicked their wands, making their suitcases levitate and float up the stairs.

"Seriously," I rolled my eyes, "Do have to use your wands for everything?"

"We're saving time and energy," George shrugged as we walked up the stairs.

I lightly laughed and opened the door to their room. The suitcases floated in before Fred and George came in. Finally they set the suitcases and put away their wands. Fred plopped down on his bed and sighed in exhaustion.

"Did that actually tire you?" I asked in disbelief.

"Maybe," Fred scoffed.

George chuckled and then took my hand, pulling me out of the room and into the hallway. As soon as he shut the door, he pressed his lips against mine. I could taste the hunger and longing in the kiss. He tightly held me against him and I placed my hands on his chest. Soon my lungs started to ache for oxygen. I pulled away breathless and rested my head on George's shoulder.

"You can't imagine how long I've waited to do that," George said.

"Oh, I can imagine," I giggled.

I could feel his laughter erupt in chest as he continued to hold me. I smiled and looked into his, watching them sparkle happily.

"I love you so much Aaralyn," he smiled.

"I love you too," I said as I brought my lips closer to him.

Suddenly we heard the door open and close and the sound of new voices downstairs.

"I guess everyone else is here," I sighed.

We pulled away from each other and walked down the stairs, hand in hand. I gave everyone a hug hello and helped out with suitcases and such. Once everyone was all settled, I joined Hermione and Ginny in their room with Rosaline.

"So how has your holiday been so far?" I asked them.

"Pretty good," Hermione nodded, "My parents and I had an early Christmas since I was going to be here."

"I got to visit my dad yesterday," Ginny weakly smiled.

"Will he be here for Christmas?" Rosaline asked.

"Definitely," Ginny said, "He wouldn't miss Mum's cooking for the world."

"So George was pretty anxious to get here," Hermione giggled.

"Oh yeah," Ginny smiled, "He was packed before anyone else. He seemed pretty jittery, too."

We all then laughed.

"George is such a dork," I giggled.

"Oh don't go crossing that line," Rosaline said, "You were so anxious you started cleaning everything in the house."

My cheeks quickly flushed a light pink color as Hermione and Ginny giggled madly.

"Shut up," I muttered.

"I think it's cute," Hermione smiled, "You two are mad for each other."

"You guys are adorable together," Ginny said, "And my family loves you, so that's a good thing."

"Great," Rosaline sighed, "Pretty soon Mrs. Weasley will expect Aaralyn and George to get married and have a hundred kids."

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, but Hermione and Ginny laughed.

"What about you and Ron, Hermione?" I asked.

Suddenly they all went silent, and were gazing at Hermione. She lightly blushed and looked away.

"Nothing's going on with me and Ron," she muttered.

"Oh come on," Ginny said, "You two are bound to be together in the end; no matter how many times you two bicker."

"Well what about you and your mad crush on Harry?" Hermione asked.

Ginny's face was slightly serious, but she didn't react as much.

"I actually like someone else," she said.

Hermione's eyes widened and Rosaline's jaw dropped. I just smirked, since I knew it was going to happen.

"Let me guess," I said, "It's Dean Thomas."

Now everyone was staring at me in amazement; except for Rosaline, who wasn't surprised I knew. Ginny blushed and looked down at her hands.

"How did you know?" she muttered.

"I've seen it," I said, "... And Dean asked me about you."

Ginny quickly looked up shocked and with a little sparkle in her eyes.

"He did?" she gasped.

"Yeah, and don't be surprised if he asks you out."

"Girls!" Molly called from downstairs, "Dinner's ready!"

We all rose from our seats and went downstairs to join everyone else for dinner.

Today was Christmas Eve. Molly had already put up a few decorations to light up the house and was now preparing for the Christmas dinner, which wasn't until tomorrow. But Molly liked to prepare so I guess she liked to take her time with things. I never had a real Christmas before; Nick and Cassie did send me and Rosaline presents last year, but I never had a real Christmas, with family and friends. It was nice.

The Weasleys went to visit Mr. Weasley at St. Mungo's and didn't return until dinner. Then it was soon time to go to bed, but I wasn't tired, so I stayed in the study, reading a very large book. It was probably around 11:30 when I heard someone come back down the stairs. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw a head of flaming red hair poke into the room. I looked up to see George gazing at me.

"You're still awake," he said.

"Obviously," I said.

George sat down next to me, glancing at the pages of the book I was reading.

"What book is this?" he asked.

"War and Peace," I said.

"It's humungous," he said, "Only Hermione would read something this huge."

"I think she already read it," I said. "Twice, I believe."

"Blimey," he muttered.

"Yeah, it's pretty big," I sighed, "But it helps me get through the night."

"You're odd," he chuckled, "But that's one of the reasons why I love you."

I smiled and kissed him gently. George pulled away and looked at his watch. It was past midnight, which meant it was Christmas morning.

"Merry Christmas," he smiled.

"Merry Christmas, George," I said, kissing him again.

"I guess I could give you your gift now," he shrugged.

"You didn't have to give me a gift," I said.

"I knew you'd say that," he chuckled.

He then pulled out a small, blue velvet box, wrapped in a white ribbon. I hesitated, and George quickly noticed.

"Would you take it already?" he asked.

I giggled and took the box from his grasp. I pulled of the ribbon and slowly opened the box. I gasped when I saw what was inside; a silver necklace with a small sapphire hanging on the end.

"Oh my God," I whispered, "George, you really shouldn't have."

"I wanted to," he smiled.

I smiled and kissed him passionately.

"Thank you," I said, "I guess I should give you yours now."

I lifted up a bag and handed it to him. He pulled out a small book.

"Alice in Wonderland," he read the cover.

"There's a character in the book that reminds me of you," I said, "So I thought you'd might like it."

"I can't wait to read it," he said and then kissed my cheek, "Thanks."

I smiled and then yawned.

"I guess you should go to bed now," George chuckled.

I lazily nodded and closed my book, setting it on the desk. George pulled me up from the chair and wrapped his arms around my waist. He then guided me back to my room. Once we got my door, he kissed me once more on the lips.

"Goodnight," he whispered against my lips.

"Goodnight," I replied, smiling bigger than ever.

I then slipped away and went into my room, gladly getting under my covers and drifting into a pleasant sleep.