Ginger Malfoy

Babies, Sweaters, and Mistletoe

Ginger and Rose had the worst sleep they had had in months. They absolutely couldn't force themselves to fall asleep. There were too many images of Christmas floating around in their heads. It was a family tradition for the Weasleys to open their presents and have their Christmas party on Christmas Eve, so they were very excited for the day to come.

When they woke up, warm beams of sunlight were shining in through the window, magnified and reflected by the white snow laying on the ground around the house.

They were groggy and tired, and they couldn't remember where they were for a moment. But as they regained full conciousness, they noticed that the door to their room was open. They had left it shut.

They pulled on their clothes and crept down the hallway. They heard talking downstairs.

As they went down the stairs, the people talking came into view. The Potters were here! George and Ginny were greeting them, seeing as they were the only people up.

"I'm sorry if we're here much too early for you," Harry was saying. "But Albus wanted to see the girls, and I feel like I'm always welcome here. It's like my third home."

Ginny replied, "It's always been your home, Harry. You're very welcome here."

Harry nodded. "There was Hogwarts and here. 4 Privet Drive was just the torture in between."

Ginny smiled and said nothing. She had heard much complaint about the Dursleys over the years.

George took Harry and Luna's coats and hats, but Albus and James insisted on putting away their own.

Boys, so stubborn, Ginger thought.

She and Rose decided to make themselves known, so they crept up behind Albus and caught him in a huge hug. He was shocked for a second, then relaxed and hugged them back. A satisfied smile crept on his pale face, and Ginger couldn't help noticing how his hair swept across his face, and how his lovely green eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight. What? What was she even talking about? Boys are your friends. She could admire her friend, though, right? Sure. Yeah. Okay. She decided that looking at Albus was innocent and not a problem. It's just looking.

Ginger was drawn from her thoughts by James Potter. He had lighter hair than his brother, and deep blue eyes. He was about a foot taller than Albus, and two years older. He was asking her something.

"Sorry, what was that?" Ginger asked.

James sighed. "I said, stop staring."

Ginger contorted her face and wrinkled her nose. "Staring? Who was I staring at?"

James laughed. "Me, of course. You were just sitting there, lost in thought, staring into my eyes."

Ginger facepalmed. "I swear, I didn't mean to be looking at you. I was just thinking."

"Thinking about me," James muttered, walking away, obviously not believing Ginger's statement.

This frustrated Ginger. She wasn't a liar and she hated it when people didn't believe her. But she thought that James thinking she liked him was better than knowing who she was truly thinking about. She was embarrassed about her sudden change in her feelings towards her best friend. It also made her feel guilty because she had had those same fluttery humiliating feelings about another boy. Nott.

Ginger didn't like boys in general at the moment. Anything that confused her was dumb. Therefore, the whole male sex was dumb. Good conclusion. Case closed.

Ginger took her breakfast with her family, then she went upstairs to read and study until the late afternoon rolled around. It's about time, Ginger thought. Minutes take hours in this place.