Christmas Wishes
Hey everyone! This is my first fic so I'm just experimenting….let me know what you think and eveything alright? Thanks!!
Sweetginny
Yeah and all the characters are J.K Rowlings….etc etc.
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"Harry, Harry, will you get up?"
"Uh….huh? What?" croaked a very groggy Harry. His throat felt like sandpaper when he swallowed, and he was certain he had cottonballs in his mouth. He peeled open one tired eye and was greeted by the sight of a small pile of presents waiting for their wrappings to be discarded, at the end of his four poster bed.
"It's Christmas! Hurry up and open your gifts so we can go down to breakfast with Hermione."
Harry rolled over to see that Ron, still in his pajamas, was halfway through his stack of presents and moving a at rapid pace to unwrap them. Laying in a heap were his opened presents including the usual jumper from his mother with a large R on it, a box of chocolate frogs (Special Addition-Featuring the Chudley Cannons statstics cards!) from Hermione, new set of quills from Hagrid, and a couple of others. Harry could see that his present to Ron, a tub of butterbeer, was yet to be opened.
Glancing around his dormitory, he saw that Seamus was still asleep and Dean was playing with a brand new pack of exploding snap. Getting the first snap from a pack was a big deal because the stubbern cards had to be broken in, and Dean seemed to be having a bit of difficulty with this. Neville was at home for Christmas with his grandmother. Finally, with a loud bang and a cry from Seamus, Dean got his pack to explode.
"Jeeze, scare a guy half to death why don't you. I practically thought that You-Know-Who was attacking!" Seamus growled angrily. "Can't I ever get any sleep around here?"
"That could be arranged if you stopped sneaking around at night with a certain female in 5th year whom I will not mention." Dean shot back.
Sitting up and stretching, a curious Harry began to unwrap a rather odd shaped present covered in cheesy christmas paper, "Sneaking out, huh Seamus? Who is it Dean? Give us a little clue!"
"Could it be that girl with the lovely blue eyes and long tendrils cascading down her back? The one who always seems to sit behind you in transfigurationg, gazing at your full blonde-"
"Oh come off it! You make it seem like it's from a romance novel or something. And yes Harry, it IS who you're thinking of, Lavender just can't get enough of me. Wonder why?" Seamus confessed.
"L-l-avender?" Sputtered Ron, "HA! That's a good one. Like a girl like her would fancy you! Come on now, who is it REALLY?"
"It's true." Confirmed Dean, "At first I couldn't believe it either, but Lavender seems to have taken a liking to our friend here"-snap!-"and he seems to have followed suit!"
"Well that's something I wouldn't have seen coming!" stated Harry, who was now amusing himself by fiddling with his new 'Automatic Quill Renewer' from Hermione.
"Really though, she's great. A little dense maybe, but once you get over that, she's a blast." Seamus grinned, "IF you know what I mean!"
"Oh, Seamus, you naughty boy!" teased Ron, "What have you gotten yourself into?"
"Ah, nothing that deep. She wants to have a, 'serious relationship', which is fine with me. She's a good catch!" Seamus looked pleased, and after unwrapping his last present, announced he was going to shower.
"So Harry, Ron. Who have you two got your eye on?" Dean questioned, wiggling his eyebrows.
Harry blushed. He hadn't told anyone about his feelings for HER. No one in his year had started dating yet, except for Seamus and Lavender, who he had just found out about. He certainly didn't need any more attention from anyone, and was guarenteed that if he had a girlfriend. He could just see the headline in the next Daily Prophet if it got out; 'Famous Potter has Passionate Secret Relationship', by Rita Skeeter. His enemy, Draco Malfoy would certainly tip her off. He scoffed at the thought. No, it was better to disguise his feelings right now.
"Er, no one in particular." He lied.
He saw Ron eying him suspiciously.
"Yeah, er, no one. But you know, I've ruined my chances with Padma anyways." Ron blushed, remembering how terrible he had treated Pavarti Patil's pretty twin at a ball the year before. It had been Hermione he had been staring at all night instead. He didn't know where this was coming from, certainly he didn't like Hermione. She was just a friend. * And ever so annoying,* he thought *all she ever does is study.* But an image of her in her beautiful blue party dress kept drifting across his mind. He shook his head in confusion, and instead busied himself with collecting his wrapping paper.
"Ah, come on!" Dean pleaded.
Harry and Ron both looked very busy and extremely interested in their gifts.
"Alright then. But just remember, I WILL find out. If I don't, someone else will eventually. It's just girls." Dean waiting again for a response. When none came he shrugged and also went to shower.
"Ha, what a joker, that Dean." Said Ron carefully. "We don't like anyone, I mean, if we did we would tell each other right? Yeah. What a joker."
"Sure," said Harry, " we would tell each other, for sure!"
They eyed each other nervously, silently asking one another if there WAS someone they were interested in. Neither boy wanted to confess, so the conversation was ended like that, as quick as it had started.
After all the presents were open, the boys dressed in their Hogwarts black robes, and went to the common room to find Hermione dressed and waiting by the fire.
"And I thought girls took a long time to get ready in the morning!" she exclaimed, "What happened to you two?"
They both just stared at her, unsure of what to say.
"We were just having a conversation." Spoke Ron, "Y-yeah, nothing to be, like, suspicious about."
Hermione smiled, "If you say so. Ready to go to breakfast?"
"Sure" Ron grinned. He loved the way a little dimple appeared every time she smiled. Wait, what was he thinking? This can't be right. It's HERMIONE!
At the long mahogony table in the great hall, the trio sat in their usual places, and greeted their friends who were still at Hogwarts for Christmas. Fred and George, Ron's twin brothers, were there, and so was Ginny, his sister. Also seated around them were Colin and Denis Creevy, Seamus, Dean, Lavender (obviously beside Seamus), and a group of third years Harry didn't know.
Suddenly, a great breakfast feast appeared on the golden plates, and after a toast from Dumbledore, they began their breakfast.
"Hey guys, hows about we have a snowball fight today? And we'll make it fair, George, Dean, Ginny and I against all of you?" asked Fred, his mouth full of food.
"Say it, don't spray it." Said Ron, "Anyways, sure. That sounds fine to me! Hey, where are your jumpers?"
"Upstairs. They're extra bad this year, almost pink. I think maybe she used the wrong wool." George replied, grimacing.
"Hey, Ron, don't look so angry, no one is making you wear yours." Fred argued.
"ANYWAYS," interrupted Herimone, eager to end the disagreement,"how about we meet outside near Hagrid's in an hour?"
Ron just stared at her. How was it that she was such a peacekeeper? She always managed to end Harry and Ron's fights, or any fights for that matter. AH! There he goes again. Maybe he really DID like Hermione. Or maybe, he'd had too much food at the feast the night before.
"Sure, sounds good." Answered Dean. "Don't forget your mittens! See ya!" and with that he left the table, followed slowly by eveyone else.
Hermione was in her room, standing in front of the large oval mirror that had been placed in front of each girl's bed.
"Ooh, crap!" she exclaimed, "Why is it that I always have zits?"
She took out two tubes of cover up and worked for a minute. She dusted her face with power.
"There we go, all better. At least until it wears off. I don't want the guys to see me without it. They won't notice, they never do."
"Who ARE you talking to Hermione?" Ginny had come into her room. "I knocked but no one answered. I was just seeing if you were here or already outside."
Hermione quickly scooped up her make up and slid it into a pouch. She hated wearing make up and people knowing she did, but she had to.
"Well I'm here. Just let me get my mitts."
In two minutes they were climbing out of the portrait hole.
Outside it was very snowy, but not cold. The perfect Christmas day, and perfect for playing in the snow. Hermione was secretly hoping something special would happen that day between her and the guy she had her eye on. She saw him all of the time and was sure that he wasn't just being overly nice to her for no reason.
"Hey Hermione, Ginny. Hurry up we want to start!" called Harry.
Ginny blushed. "We're coming!"
"You still like him don't you?" questioned Hermione with a knowing look in her eye.
"Yes, but shh…don't say anything now!" Ginny answered giggling. "I don't want to jinx it."
Five minutes later the snowball fight was in full swing. The area they had to use was large, it extended just to the edge of the forest. Clumps of decorated christmas trees littered the Hogwarts ground, making perfect places to hide from enemies, since running in the 2 foot high snow was diffcult.
"I'm going to clobber you!" Harry shouted to Ginny, who shrieked and ducked behind a snow bank. The snowball flew past her head and she laughed.
"Missed me again Potter! I think you're losing your touch" Ginny teased.
"Not for long!" Harry yelled and pinned her to the ground. He took a handful of snow and rubbed it in her hair.
"AH! Stop! Not fair!" Ginny screamed gleefully.
"Alright, alright!" exclaimed Harry.
Suddenly they were very aware of how close they were. Harry on top of Ginny. The snow was glittering all around them as they stared at each other. Harry is so cute! Thought Ginny
But as soon as the magic had begun, it ended when Harry pulled away. That was a close one. He didn't know why he was so nervous whenver he was close to her.
Ginny was disappointed. He obviously didn't like her. There were many other prettier girls he could have. He was famous Harry Potter. Why would he want plain Ginny? She got up with a sigh and started scooping up another snowball.
On the other end of the grounds, Fred and George were teamed up against Hermione.
"Come on guys, be nice." Hermione pleaded as they closed in on her.
"Ah ha! Victoree is ours, missy. You can not eezcape zee Weasley tweens!" Fred said in a fake french accent.
"You have crossed out territory, now you must die!" Added Geroge.
All at once they pelted her with snowballs and she collapsed on the ground, covering her head with her hands.
"Stop! Stop! Please! I'm all-ah!-wet!" Hermione begged.
"Alright, we will take pity on you." Fred said kindly.
"What? Oh Fred! You're such a wimp! I'm out of here!" cried George as he stormed off.
"Oops….I'm sorry Fred." Hermione said guiltily.
"Nah, that's ok. He was beginning to be a downer anyways." Fred admitted, "Here let me help you up!"
He pulled her to her feet and began brushing her off.
"Man you look like you were run over by a snow plow!" Fred joked.
"Ya, and I feel like it too!" She agreed.
"Sorry!" Fred said, "Let me massage your shoulder then. We got you PRETTY bad!"
"Thanks." Hermione blushed.
Maybe he did like her as much as she liked him. He was being really nice to her.
"There, all better." Said Fred.
He turned her around. They were standing very close. Fred moved toward her, his lips gently brushing hers. She threw her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was pure magic, more magical than Hogwarts. His tounge scouted her mouth and she enjoyed it. Suddenly she heard someone approaching. She opened her eyes and saw Ron peek out from behind a tree. His face turned beet red and he looked angry and hurt. Hermione pulled away from Fred reluctantly.
"Ron!" She shouted. "Wait!"
"Hermione, what?" Fred looked confused.
"I'll…..I'll be back!" Hermione answered and ran away after Ron.
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Well, what did you think? Pretty intense huh? Haha. Well tell me what you think and what to add and stuff…please review! Thanks!
Sweetginny