Harry blushed and squirmed, unsure how to respond. He knew that Ginny’s crush on him when they were a lot younger had a large degree of hero worship. She had grown out of it, which was good. It still embarrassed him though.
“Harpies huh? Well…that seems fitting,” he teased lightly as she shot her a grin.
He finished making cocoa as Ginny set up the table cloth in front of the tree. He suspected that she still might be cold. He was a little cold himself, he had to admit. With mugs in hand, he went over and set them down. Lighting a fire in the hearth, he grabbed a blanket that he draped over Ginny’s shoulders before sitting down next to her.
Looking over at the tree, Harry smiled. He loved Christmas now that he didn’t have it at the Dursley’s anymore.