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Harry woke with a start to find a bulging stocking lying over the end of his bed. He put on his glasses and looked around; the tiny window was almost completely obscured with snow and, in front of it, Ron was sitting bolt upright in bed and examining what appeared to be a thick gold chain.
"What's chat." asked Harry. ' "Its from Lavender," said Ron, sounding revolted^ "She earn honestly think I'd wear ..." Harry looked more closely and let out a shout of laughter, Dan gling from the chain in large gold letters were the words: “My sweetheart" "Nice," he said. "Classy. You should definitely wear it in front ol Fred and George." "If you tell them," said Ron, shoving the necklace out of sight under his pillow, "I — I — I’ll —" "Stutter at me." said Harry, grinning. "Come on, would I." "How could she think I'd like something like that, though." Ron demanded of thin air, looking rather shocked.
"Well, think back," said Harry. "Have you ever let it slip that you'd like to go out in public with the words 'My Sweetheart' round your neck." "Well... we don't really talk much," said Ron. "It's mainly . . ." "Snogging," said Harry.
"Well, yeah," said Ron. He hesitated a moment, then said, "Is Hermione really going out with McLaggen." "I dunno," said Harry. "They were at Slughorn's party together, but I don't think it went that well." Ron looked slightly more cheerful as he delved deeper into his stocking.
Harrys presents included a sweater with a large Golden Snitch worked onto the front, hand-knitted by Mrs. Weasley, a large box of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products from the twins, and a slightly damp, moldy-smelling package that came with a label reading To Master, From Kreacher,
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