I'm sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. Work has been hectic. Sometimes I feel like a bloody house elf

This chapter is a bit different than the previous ones, mainly because I'm running out of inspiration for it.

Disclaimer: See first chapter

December 23rd

Dear Hermione,

Merry Christmas! I'm writing to you as I settle into the Burrow. That tiny vial someone slipped into someone else's hand during the train ride? It worked magic. No puns intended, really.

Anyway, back to the reason why I'm staying at the Burrow. I don't know what has gotten into my cousin Dudley, but all of the sudden he can't stop farting, A LOT. The odor was so hideous that the neighbors filed several complaints with the police, and the family dog ran away yesterday. Some ministry official came to investigate under the disguise of a muggle doctor, but he couldn't find any trace of magical involvement, and the poisonous gas drove him away before long. Uncle Vernon informed me this morning that my service at his grand Christmas party is no longer required, as they are canceling the whole thing due to Dudley's unfortunate... illness. And then he proceeded to merrily kick me out of the house. You might imagine what severe heartache this caused me, but I bore it the best I could.

Hermione, I honestly don't know what I've done to deserve you, but thank you! You are absolutely the best, most brilliant and wonderful friend anyone could ever ask for.

Ron sends his love. He would write to you himself, but right now he is rather occupied with plans of destruction for Fred and George's latest invention, the 'cookie snatcher deathtrap.' That thing bit his ass last night when he tried to smuggle a plate up.

Yes I know, I'm rolling my eyes too.

Anyway, I hope you are enjoying your break. Write back soon!

Love, Harry

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry to hear about your cousin's unfortunate ailment. It's a shame you wouldn't be able to spend Christmas with your loving relatives, but I'm sure Ginny's presence would do more than enough to lighten up your mood.

Enjoy your stay at the Burrow. You've earned it, as well as my friendship and so much more. You and Ron... you two helped me through thick and thin, stood by me when I'm at my best as well as my worst. You really are the best friends I could ask for, if only you'd stop trying to get me expelled.

Kidding! Somewhat.

Oh, please tell Ron to give me back my Transfiguration essay that is due after the break, will you? You think he would've learned after what happened last time. Or maybe he actually fancied that rainbow Mohawk hairdo I gave him? At any rate, this time I've put a rather... spunky bite hex on the parchment, to prevent anyone beside myself from opening it. I wasn't going to tell, but thought I'd be nice after his 'ordeal' with the twin's deathtrap.

Love, Hermione

December 24th

Dear Hermione,

I'm returning your Transfiguration essay, but not before I subtly suggested Ron to start on his school works. So now he does have several bite marks on his hand to match the one on his ass – serves him right for making fun of me kissing Harry. Honestly, you'd think I'm the older sibling, not the other way around. Mum always did say 'boys will be idiots' , I'm beginning to see the infinite wisdom in that, more and more.

Anyway, I was thinking, do you want to meet up in Diagon Alley sometime before the break is over, and have lunch together? We haven't had a good chat since you became Head Girl, what with me do... err, dating Harry and you always with Malfoy on patrol duties. I'd love to spend some quality time with you, like we used to do. I don't really have anyone else I can confide in. I mean, the girls in our house are all nice, but none of them can keep a secret. If I so much as mention kissing Harry in front of them, half the school will be grading his proficiency in the sack before the day ends.

Well, let me know if you are up to the idea. I'll write to you again soon, now that Hedwig is here. I love Pig, but he just isn't very reliable, among other things.

Love, Ginny

First page

Dear Ginny,

I'd love to meet up with you. How does this Saturday sound to you? I may not be able to stay for very long though, because...

Okay, take a deep breath, and make sure no one else is around before you read on. And please, promise you won't scream.

I invited Malfoy over to spend Christmas with my family, and he accepted. He will be arriving here in 2 hours.

I know, I know... I don't know what the hell I was thinking, when I invited him over! It's just... I feel kinda bad for him, you know? I mean, I'm glad Lucius Malfoy got what he deserved, but what kind of a mother leaves home for an extended vacation in Barbados as soon as her husband is thrown in jail, and abandons her son to spend Christmas all by himself? I just don't think it's right. Besides, Malfoy's been acting rather civil to me since we became heads. Sometime I think he's just xxxx

Please forgive the inkblot, Ginny, as well as the rest of this rather jumbled up post. Why don't I wait until we meet up to tell you everything? Oh and, you may tell Harry about this, but please keep it from Ron for the time being. I don't want him on my doorstep Christmas Eve, demanding blood, guts and Malfoy's head.

Love, Hermione

PS: Burn this piece of parchment as soon as you are done reading, and keep the second one, in case one of your brothers decides to snoop around. I believe what I wrote in it will satisfy their curiosity about the female population quite nicely.

Second page

Dear Ginny,

You won't believe what I got during my shopping spree yesterday! I bought this lovely pair of sandals, with thin, white straps and tiny red beads on the...

Dear Hermione,

Don't worry. The ingenious way in which you managed to ward off my nozy brothers ensured me that you haven't lost your mind. I saw George sneak out from my room just now, looking bewildered and muttering something about women, shoes and strange shopping fetishes in general.

Though I must confess, I'm very surprised that you extended such an invitation to Malfoy, even more surprised by the fact that he actually accepted it. Draco 'I have a pureblood stick up my ass, blah!' Malfoy spending Christmas at a muggle house? Who would have thought. Do you think they'll let me owl his dad in Azkaban? This is simply too good an opportunity to pass.

Well, enjoy your time with Malfoy. And I know you, Hermione, so don't, I repeat, DON'T analyze the situation to death. Just have fun. You can scrutinize a hundred reasons why you invited him over, but really, it all boils down to one thing: even if he is an ass, he is an ass with a great ass.

So there, go ahead and have a blast, enjoy the rear view. I want a full report of what happens on Saturday.

Love, Ginny

Dear Ginny,

Forgive me for using the back of this 'order viagra online' junk flyer. Malfoy is playing with my hair right now and the prat refuses to let me up to grab a fresh parchment.

Anyway, I just want to know if you have any moonflower powder handy? Malfoy wants some for his facial cream, but unfortunately I ran out.

Thanks, and I'll see you Saturday.

Love, Hermione

Mione, are you all right? What do you mean Malfoy is playing with your hair? And he refuses to let you up! What the bloody hell... Tell me this is a sick joke!



Why on earth would someone joke about such a mundane matter as brushing one's hair? I don't find it very laughable, do you? Or maybe you just don't know what the word 'joke' means. In that case, I suggest you look it up in a dictionary. It's that word smack in the middle between 'dumb' and 'poor', right next to your picture.

Don't disturb us again with your bloody mental owl. Granger is sleeping – I'm afraid I tired her out. Poor girl, she just isn't used to vigorous activities, is she? Oh and, do take your mind out of the gutter. I mean, although it did involve the two of us, her bedroom, and a variety of inspiring positions, it was all innocent fun...

Oh dear, I'm just not explaining this very well, am I? Well, merry Christmas, and sod off.


Malfoy, you bastard! You better get your ferret hide out of Hermione's house this very instant, because Harry and I are coming over to beat you to a bloody pulp!

A/N: I know, I know, I skipped the actual letter in which Draco accepted Hermione's invitation. It's simply too hard to write and I gave up after a couple attempts. I'll just leave it to your imagination. Sorry! But, I will reference to it in the next and final chapter.

Yes, one more chapter, and then I'm ending this story. Thanks to everyone who read it, and especially those who helped me to pick out spelling and grammar mistakes.

I'm in the process of writing another more serious, more romantic, and much longer DM/HG fanfic called 'Fly Away.' (Yes, cliché, I know) Please stay tuned!