Harry laughed at Hermione as she sat down and took the pillow off Ron’s face. Ginny collapsed into an armchair, as Harry sat on the couch. 

“Still bummed out about losing the game?” Harry asked Ginny. 

“A little, yes,” Ginny said. 

Harry laughed, then put his arm in his pocket. He pulled out Quidditch Game tickets.

 “I thought these might make up for it,” he said, pulling the tickets into Ginny’s eyesight view. Ginny gasped, then jumped up. 

“Game tickets to the Holyhead Harpies?” She said, reading the tickets. 

Harry smiled at her. “Yes, I purchased them last night,” Harry said. Ginny kissed him on the cheek. 

“They’re for tonight,” He added. “I’ve gotten a tent,”

Ginny smiled. 

“It’s Christmas Eve!” She said, smiling broadly. 

Hermione laughed. 

“You two better go!” She said. 

Hermione gave Harry her beaded bag. “Packed everything,” She said, waving them good-bye.

Ginny threw the bag Hermione gave them in her sweater, and sat down on a broomstick.

“Someday,” Shae said, polishing her holding position. “I’ll join the Holyhead Harpies.” She said, smiling. 

Harry mounted his own Firebolt, then answered her. “You’d be amazing,” 

Ginny smiled. “Ready?”

“Definitely,” He said.

They took off from the ground, and zoomed around in the sky.