Chapter I – Winter's Bell Ring
The candle light swept around Ginny like a warm breeze as she sat in the Gryffindor common room alone, wishing that she wasn't. The ghosts and spirits of her past were back engulfing her as a new pastime. But, Ginny Weasley did not want to play host to such depressing thoughts and feelings. She already felt so utterly alone and being in love didn't help. She sighed as the candles flickered to mock her slight movements. Never had she felt such pain, but so sweet it was, she just wanted to scream. Maybe it was the Christmas holiday dawning so soon for she had nobody to spend it with. Unless tagging along after her older brother and his friends counted? They often forgot and left her out anyways.
A sudden quaint pain erupted in her heart and Ginny felt tears forming in her eyes. She closed her lids to restrain them from developing further.
"Gin?" A voice said startling her. In surprise she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and looked down at her bare feet.
"Ron… you startled me," she said trying to sound natural.
"Sorry Ginny, why are you up?"
"I cant sleep, that's all."
"Oh, go back to bed then, alright?" Ron urged solemnly, suspecting that she was upset by something or other. He knew she hadn't slept for days. "Are you alright Gin? Is everything OK? Is it a boy?" he inquired curiously.
"Yes, I'm fine Ron. I haven't been shagging anybody lately, I'm sorry to tell you," she replied sarcastically. Ginny hated her brother meddling in her life.
"What do you mean by 'lately'?" he asked with a slight hint of anger.
"Sarcasm Ron?"
"Oh, well go back to sleep. You looked half dead at breakfast this morning," and he turned around and ascended the stairs to the boy's dormitory.
Ginny looked back at the fire place and slouched in her cushy armchair. Drowning in deep pain and loneliness she was. When a piece of parchment caught her eye from under the chair across from her. She got up and snatched it from beneath and read it.
"Just a letter," she muttered. "Hold on—"
Olivia,
Would you like to go on a date with me on Christmas Eve at seven in the grounds?
Harry P
In horror she finished reading it and turned it over. There was a response.
Yes, I would love to Harry!
Olivia
And I thought it wouldn't get worse, she thought, feeling tears welling up again. This time she didn't restrain them. She dropped the letter and sank back down onto an arm chair. Harry Potter, had asked out a girl? In fact it was a perfect, very pretty girl, Olivia Knightsley, the tall blond Hufflepuff. Ginny scowled at that thought. It couldn't be possible, Harry with such a girl? She now knew that there would be no sleep for her tonight, she would sit and smite herself down along with all of her anguish and sorrows. It was like somebody was strangling her with a chain. Ginny gasped and gulped for hair and curled up in the chair.
"Ginny? Ginny, wake up," somebody said to her what seemed minutes later.
"Uhh… Hermione?" She opened her eyes to see Hermione smiling down at her warmly.
"Did you sleep here all night?" she asked her.
"I guess so," Ginny replied tiredly. "What time is it?"
"Eight."
Ginny grunted. "Only eight? Then I can go back to sleep? It is Christmas break isn't it?"
"Yes, but we thought you would like to join with us and the house elves to setting up decorations in here."
"Oh, alright fine," Ginny uttered and sat up from her crumpled position in the chair and stretched.
"'Mione, is this another spew think?" Ron asked her from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes it is, and its not spew its S.P.E.W!" Hermione snapped.
Ron muttered something incomprehensible in what seemed a completely new language.
"Ron, where's Harry?"
"I dunno, last I saw him he was going to take shower," he said.
There was a sudden pop and Ginny jumped.
"Hello Dobby!" Hermione exclaimed. Dobby had just appeared in the common room and was putting a small box of ornaments and decorations onto the floor.
"Hello Harry Potter's friends!" he said bowing to the three of them.
"That's all there is?" Ron asked glancing at the tiny box.
"Yes, that's all but the box is enchanted to carry anything, sirs!" Ron stepped over to it and pulled onto that he thought was a fir branch. He pulled on it and he couldn't manage to hoist it out. Hermione pointed her want at it and pulled it out.
"I was going to do that—I just didn't want to…" Ron uttered with a false sense of accomplishment. Hermione pulled out a small branch of mistletoe and with her wand she hung it above the portrait hole. Again with another swish of her wand she placed the Christmas tree a few feet from the fireplace, a third swish of her wand brought out all of the Christmas tree ornaments and they hung themselves with perfect proportions.
Ginny followed suit and hung a few herself. After hanging a few long strands of firs Ginny wandered over to the window and started to watch the snow falling. Like a winter spell she suddenly wanted to go outside and sit and watch the swirling snow fall of the ground in hefty quantities. She wanted to feel alive. Feel the air of a new day, but on the contrary she was trapped in suffocation, loneliness and love. And now the love is being intruded by jealousy ands envy.
The letter Harry wrote to Olivia, Ginny hoped it to be a joke. But jokes don't come in those typed of packages. She had seen Harry look at Olivia occasionally with interest and also the other way too. Olivia had been interested in Harry since fourth year, when he became one of the Triwizard champions. She was just playing a game of lust and Ginny had no way to stop it, or so she thought.
A/N: This is one of the only H/G fanfic that I believe worthy for internet. Please review, I like to know what you think. Thanks.