George woke before Millicent. It was still early so he left her sleep as he went to change. Grabbing a spare set of robes, he headed back for the Room of Requirement.

Mill was still asleep. George tossed the spare robes at her. She whined and turned over.

"We're late."

She cracked one eyelid, sleepily.

"You want breakfast?"

Eyes brightening, she sat up. The robes pooled in her lap. Lifting them, she stretched the fabric out.

"Put them on," said George. "Let's go."

She held her hands out. He took them and pulled her to her feet. Her makeup had smeared in the night and she kind of looked like a watercolour clown. George leant forward to kiss the tip of her nose.

She slipped her arms through the robe sleeves. Catching the lapels, he drew her closer and concentrated on buttoning the garment over her dress. Pushing up onto her toes, she pressed a quick, hard kiss to his mouth. He jerked back in surprise and she laughed, doing the rest of the buttons up herself.

They reached the Great Hall. At the Slytherin table, Hermione stroked a hand through Parkinson's messy hair. Elbows on the table, Malfoy watched them with a scowl of annoyance. Right. The stalking Potter plan would be screwed once Harry realised that Hermione wanted Parkinson, not Malfoy.

Mill tilted her head at George. "Your table? Mine?"

George glanced from one to the other. Either worked. He didn't really care. But… There was something kind of forlorn about Malfoy's glare. He slipped an arm around Mill's waist. "You're kidding, right? There's no way I'm trusting you within ten paces of my brother."

She smirked at him. "Good call. He has all those hormones. I'm powerless to resist."

Mill headed further up the table to sit with Greengrass and Davis. George sat next to Malfoy.

"Two years' worth of Christmases, Easters, New Years'," said George. "That still puts you ahead, right?"

Glare dimming, Malfoy turned away from Parkinson and Hermione. "Do I have you to thank for the double date with Potter last night?"

George shrugged. "Did it go okay?"

"He threatened to hex me," said Malfoy. "Then Parkinson and Granger left us alone and he tried to hex me."

That sounded like a pretty awful date – but Malfoy was a Slytherin. "You had a good time then?" asked George.

Malfoy looked put out and worried all at once. "What do I owe you?"

George snorted. "Consider it a freebie. I already have what I want."

Malfoy glanced up the table at where Mill was sitting. "You're wearing her lipstick," he pointed out.

"It feels bizarre," agreed George, reaching for a pastry. "Doesn't taste like much though. I kind of expected it to be cherry flavoured or something."

Malfoy's brow furrowed, as though he was at a loss as to how to continue the discussion. "Kissing girls is gross," he finally said.

George shrugged. "I'd say that kissing boys is gross, but honestly I don't think I'd mind it."

Malfoy nodded. "Then you are not entirely lacking in good taste."

George quirked a smile at him. "How was your date? Really? It can't all have been hexes and fury."

Malfoy's mouth twisted. A little too nervous to be a smile but not a grimace either. "We talked about Quidditch a bit."

"Huh." That didn't sound the slightest bit romantic. George thumped Malfoy on the back. "Better luck at Christmas, mate."

Malfoy shrugged George's hand off. "I don't need luck. I'm devastatingly good-looking."

"You know that Harry wears glasses, right? Has worn them his whole time here. That hasn't escaped your notice?" George leant back on the bench. "I think he's pretty much legally blind without them, so…"

"Shut up," said Malfoy with a vicious scowl. "I get your point."

George smirked at him. "Maybe you're going to actually have to be nice to him?"

Malfoy gave a bark of laughter. "As if. I'm also filthy rich, you know. Speaking of…" He thrust a hand into his pocket and rummaged around. "Ah." Pulling it out, he slapped the stone he'd stolen from Harry's room onto the table. "You can put it back. I don't need it."

George raised his eyebrows. Maybe being closer to Harry for the length of one dinner had changed something. "Having second thoughts about him after that double date?"

Malfoy snorted. "He has nothing but that pathetic stone. And I have many stones. All of them more valuable than his. Really, what would I do with it? It would look ridiculous beside the Malfoy emeralds."

Sucking his lower lip, George watched Malfoy's fingers stroke the edges of the stone. As he reached for it, Malfoy's hand tightened. "Uh…You can let it go now, Malfoy."

Making a face, Malfoy flicked the stone toward George. "Alright." He stood up and smoothed his robes. "It's probably left filth all through my pockets. I'm going to have to have my robes cleaned now."

George grinned at him. "You didn't want Harry to miss it when he packed to go home for the holidays?"

"Obviously, I don't care," said Malfoy. "And if you'd stop being patently ridiculous, you'd notice that your girlfriend is once again trying it on with your brother."

George glanced over his shoulder. Mill was indeed making a bee-line for Fred. He grinned and shoved away from the table, rising to follow her.

"- obviously, it's commendable that you won't dump your current girlfriend for me," she was telling Fred as he approached, leaning lightly on his arm as he tried to back over the Gryffindor table. "But don't worry. I'll stay with George until you're free. And then I'm yours."

Fred's gaze darted around, searching frantically for an escape route. He locked eyes with George. "Did you hear?" His voice was shrill with panic. "Please tell me you heard that?"

George hummed agreement and swept Millicent's hair over her shoulder. He pressed a long kiss to the curve of her neck. "I guess I have some competition." Lifting his head, he grinned at Fred and held out a hand. "May the best twin win, mate?"

Fred made a sound of hurt betrayal, flailed out of Millicent's grasp and crawled across the Gryffindor table to freedom.

George pressed his mouth to Millicent's nape to drown the laugh that was bubbling up. Christmases at the Burrow could never be called dull; but between Malfoy and Mill, this Christmas was sure to be a special kind of crazy.

Author's Note: Hey guys. This is it! We've reached the end (at last!) Hope everyone's had as much fun reading as I've had writing it. Thanks to everyone for reviewing and being patient enough to slog through this at the slow speed I write.

I have plans for a (much shorter) Christmas follow up. The Harry/Draco love was not all that it could be and hopeless romantic that I am, I can't leave it there. So keep an eye out.

Thanks again :)