A/N: I'm sure some of you have noticed that I tend to have short chapters in the beginning, and they get increasingly long. Anyways, the next chapter comes in five new reviews! :) Hope you enjoy! Oh, and please vote whether you want Blaise/Ginny to work, or not :) That voting will be ongoing until probably chapter four or five, when the chapters start getting longer.

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The Heads' Common Room was a mess. They had spent the night arguing, throwing parchment, and screaming at one another. The portraits were rather used to it, but it was still unsettling to see two of Hogwarts' finest behaving like animals. There was no denying that Dumbledore may have had a point when he said they would be the best Heads in the history of Hogwarts, but still! Their incessant arguing and throwing ideas back and forth made every event perfect, as it had to suit both their tastes and preferences, but it was taking a toll on both their sleep schedules, as well as the hearing of all those within earshot.

Besides, their arguments were rather silly, such as this last one about Yule holiday decorations. Why not just split the colours evenly? It was only three months into the school year, and the portraits couldn't say they weren't looking forward to the two Heads leaving for the Yule holidays. It would be quite the breather.

But then again, Dumbledore had said he had a plan. A plan that involved a certain Ginerva Weasley and Blaise Zabini. The two were given access to the Head Commons, as well as a pass out of class for the next two days. Needless to say, the portraits were curious to know what exactly would play out. The two were often seen in the Common Rooms anyways, one to console the Head Girl, and the other the Head Boy. The two prefects had actually become good friends through laughing at and listening to the Heads scream and argue.

"I still can't believe Dumbledore agrees with us!" Ginny squealed to Blaise.

Blaise smirked. He'd heard of the rumours... everyone has... of the Weasley twins. They were legendary pranksters, and it was only suiting that their youngest sister, Ginny, would also be a prankster. "I'm telling you, all this arguing is sexual tension."

Ginny frowned, "But that would mean... oh Merlin, I don't want to be around to see that."

"Hopefully we won't be Otherwise, Draco would hex the balls off of me."

"If you had any."

"You know that I do," Blaise said, winking at the redhead.

"There's no proof."

"Would you like to be a firsthand witness?"

"You're a wizard. They could be conjured. You couldn't handle proving it to me," Ginny said, without skipping a bit.

The minx wasn't even blushing! Blaise admired her for that. Throughout the short three months that they were friends, he'd learned that Ginny had a crude sense of humour, though she was really quite innocent. It was an odd mixture, but showed that she wasn't afraid to stand her ground in any category. Gryffindor courage perhaps? "I think the problem is that you couldn't handle me proving it to you."

Ginny winked at him, "You'd have to find a way to prove it, first." She sauntered off, slightly swaying her hips, "aren't you coming to help with Mission M?"

"I think I just found motivation to prove it," Blaise muttered, "Bloody witch."

"I'm telling you, Draco Malfoy, we can't have our colours be equal!"

"And why in Merlin's underpants not?"

"Because it would become a Gryffindor and Slytherin thing, and we would have to include the colours of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw!" Hermione huffed impatiently, "Honestly, you're supposed to be Head Boy, I thought you'd be a smarter cookie!"

"...A smarter cookie?"

"Muggle phrase."

"Figures. What's wrong with having other colours?"

"They aren't Christmas colours!" Hermione was exasperated. It seemed like Malfoy just became more and more ridiculous.

"Don't you thin they would understand that?"

"No!"

Malfoy raised his brow.

"Fine, I suppose they will," she relented.

The two then silently began to separate the tinsel, neither wanting to admit that they finally reached an agreement.

"Albus, are you sure that this is the way to go about Inter-House Unity? The others have already settled their differences, it's only Miss. Granger and Mr. Malfoy who are having trouble accepting it!"

"Minerva, Mr. Zabini and Miss Weasley are the two most suited for the job of bringing the two of them together! Both are extremely cunning, smart, and talented."

"But what they're doing!"

"There's nothing like a smidgen of Yule romance to make for a truce and good show!"

"But Albus-"

"No buts, Minerva! They will be just perfect!"

"I think the Christmas tree should be decorated in only gold and silver."

"Why not red and green?"

"It's too much colour!"

"No, it isn't. It would look fine with red and green tinsel wrapped around it!"

"The tree is already green, and only the red will show! I'm not opposed to having more red, but your Slytherin friends would have something to say about it!"

"Tinsel is shiny, the green will show!"

"Will not!"

"Will too!"

"Barely!"

"Lights. The lights will bounce off of the tinsel, and the green will show!"

"How much do you plan on throwing onto a poor tree?"

"It's not like it has a mind of its own like the Whomping Willow!"

"I don't care! I think only silver and gold ornaments should..."

Everyone else drowned out the argument.

Honestly! It was just a tree. The tree was supposed to represent happiness; a time of giving and peace, wasn't it?

Some things just never change.

That was, until the two Heads tried to stomp away from one another and found themselves stuck. Above them was enchanted mistletoe.

Ginny and Blaise held in their laughter from the Slytherin table, both with their wands out. Neither Heads noticed, however, as they panicked, trying to get away.