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A/N: A great thanks to Nomis! She's the reason I even posted this. Please R&R.

This part of the story is in Harry's 7th year, Ginny's 6th

The Meaning of Christmas

Chapter 1: All I Want for Christmas is You

"Harry! Harry wake up! It's Christmas!"

Harry opened his eyes to see Ginny standing at the foot of his bed. Gods, she was beautiful with her hair mussed, he thought.

"Gin, what are you doing in the boy's dormitories? You know you're not supposed to be in here!"

"Oh, please! Hermione comes up here all the time! Besides, don't you want to open your presents?"

"Yeah, I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay!" with that, she turned around and bounded down the stairs.

"Harry got up and dressed for the day. It felt weird having the room to himself. Everyone else was gone. Only Ginny stayed. He knew she only stayed to keep him company, and he was glad she did, because he would go mad if he had to stay in the tower by himself. (He was invited to the Burrow, but Dumbledore said it wasn't safe for him to leave Hogwarts.)

Harry went down stairs and saw Ginny tearing the paper off of one of her presents. He stood under the little archway that separated the dormitory stairways and the common room. He smiled as he watched her open her Weasley sweater.

As if she sensed him watching her, she looked up and smiled at him.

"Aren't you going to open your presents?"

"Nah, not yet, besides, the one thing I really want isn't under that tree."

"What did you really want?"

"Come here and I'll tell you."

Ginny got up and walked over, looking at him expectantly.

"Well?"

Harry looked up, grinned, and swiftly kissed her, catching her off guard. When he broke the contact, he pointed up grinning.

"Mistletoe." He said simply.

Looking dazed, she said, "You still haven't answered my question."

"Why, Ginny," he said honestly, "Isn't it obvious? All I want for Christmas... is you. I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know."

"Oh, Harry!"

"Please make my wish come true... all I want for Christmas is you. Will you go out with me, Ginny Weasley?"

"Oh, yes, Harry!" she stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a long passionate kiss.

"Wow!" He said when the finally broke apart, "I, for one, am glad Ron's not here!"

"Yeah," she giggled, "I bet he wouldn't like to find his best friend snogging his little sister in the common room."

He smiled, and looking into her eyes, he took her hand. "Merry Christmas, Darling."

"Merry Christmas, Harry."