I am so glad you are holding me so tight because I don’t think I could stand by myself. I feel drunk with pleasure and passion. The worries vanish�...my entire mind is gone—all that is there is you and your incredible kisses. The elevator doors open and you guide me to the room, leaning me on the wall as you open the door. I start to get my bearings back as you swing the door open. We walk into the room and you lock the door. We stand looking in each other’s eyes and you cross over to pick me up. Or maybe we just dozed for a bit.But the next thing we know, someone is knocking on the door.I groan, burrying my head in Hermione's shoulder, leaving her to answer."Who's there?"Harry voice floats through the door. "Merry Christmas. I'm making some cocoa for everyone, well, except Ron. He's still asleep. Would you like some?" Sure. Thanks Harry."*After he is gone, Ginny's sit up, letting the covers fall away from her body. She slips on her dressing gown and slippers, not bothering to put her. We ate almost all afternoon—hot dogs, cheeseburgers, even meatballs and sausage with peppers. Somebody had been very busy last night and this morning. I was sitting on a picnic bench with Rosie in my lap when I saw Uncle Robert approach. Instead of deriding me he held out his hand and welcomed me to the family. Even Rosie was shocked.Harrison joined me in the kids’ football game which was really funny because Harrison’s idea of a sport is chess or bridge. All the same, he managed to get. I was ready to call her when I received a text from Frank Ingram, my new PR agent, to see if I had some time. I brought up my video chat.“Have you heard of catfishing as it relates to online social media?” Frank asked.“Yeah, I think there’s a show on MTV about it.”“There’s a new show that will compete against it coming out this summer. They want to show how hard it is for someone people assume is a catfish to get dates. The premise is that no one would believe they were actually on social media.