CPF: Well, everyone's been writing Christmas fanfics, so I decided to get into the spirit and write one as well. I have no idea when it takes place, so please don't ask. And it doesn't really follow the books at all. Now, it's a Harry/Ginny fic so far, just to warn some. This doesn't mean I support them as a couple (check out my profile), it just means I wanted to write about them. It's not quite as fluffy as some Christmas fics, in my opinion. Well, read and decide for yourself! This is also being reposted. (No surprises there.)

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine...tear...(but Malfoy is...hehehe...)

On Christmas Eve, Harry was in a bad mood. Why? Because all he had seen all day were people making out under the mistletoe.

He passed Ron snogging Lavender Brown on the way to the boy's dormitory and shuddered. Sure, he wanted to be kissing a girl, but not Lavender Brown. He wouldn't kiss Lavender Brown even if he was paid to. The girl just pissed him off.

When he entered his room, he had to turn right back around because there was a mystery couple on Dean's bed, kissing like there was no tomorrow.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, then walked back down to the common room, where Ron and Lavender were still going at it.

"Oi, mate," Harry whispered, poking Ron, "the first years are all scarred for life because of you."

Ron mumbled something.

"What? Didn't hear you," Harry said, hoping that if he was obnoxious enough, Ron would get mad and thus stop making out with Lavender.

"I said, why don't you go snog someone?" Ron said loudly.

Harry smacked him. "Shut up!" he hissed. But Ron had resumed his kiss with Lavender and didn't hear him.

"Yeah, Harry, go snog someone." Hermione had snuck up on him without him noticing, and had apparently overheard the last part of the conversation.

"Not you too!" Harry said, exasperated. "Kissing is…overrated."

"It is?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrows. "This, coming from the guy who used to permanently attach himself to Ginny's lips, sometimes for hour long stretches?"

Harry glared at her.

"Oops, sorry," she cried, covering her mouth with her hand. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I forgot!"

"We've been broken up for weeks now," Harry snarled. "How could you forget?"

"I'm dreadfully sorry, Harry!" Hermione said again, her eyes filled with tears. "I truly forgot!"

"Never mind," Harry muttered, ashamed. "Forget it." He stalked away, leaving an upset Hermione behind him. After climbed through the portrait hole, he wondered where to go next. He decided to go to visit Hedwig. On the way to the Owlery, he was unfortunate enough to spot Dumbledore and McGonagall professing their love for each other. Harry turned bright red and hurried away before they could see him.

When he reached the Owlery, he was not surprised to find another couple already in there. He was surprised that the couple was none other than Luna and Neville, who had never really shown an interest in each other before, but were certainly showing an interest in each other now.

Harry didn't have the heart to interrupt them, so he made his way back down to the main part of the castle, and continued to wander until he found himself in the Great Hall. He was pleased to see that Malfoy was alone as well, until Millicent Bulstrode came along and draped herself on his lap.

Harry couldn't stand watching them, so he dragged himself outside, only to find even more couples, including Flitwick and Sprout.

"Ugh, is there no one here not kissing anyone?" Harry asked himself. He felt even more depressed when he saw Colin Creevey snogging some random girl.

"Even Colin's got himself a girl," he told himself. "What is the hell is wrong with me?"

"Nothing," said a girl's voice. It was coming from behind him, but Harry didn't need to turn to recognize who it was.

"Ginny," he said, turning around anyway. His heart sped up at the sight of her.

"Yeah, it's me," she replied. "Feeling lonely?"

Harry snorted. "You have no idea."

"How do you think I feel?" Ginny said quietly. "I'm not snogging anyone either."

"True," Harry said, looking at her lips. He wondered how she would react if he threw himself into her arms and started passionately making out with her. He leaned closed to her. Ginny seemed to anticipate what he was going to do, because just as he was about to launch himself towards her, she stepped back and shook her head.

"But Ginny," Harry protested.

"Harry, we can't do this, okay?" she said. "When we broke up, we agreed that it was for the best."

This was true. When Ginny had told that they were better off apart, he had agreed, although he didn't truly believe it. He just didn't want her to be hurt because she was with him. He thought back to his second year, when Voldemort had tried to steal Ginny's soul. He had used her as bait because she was Ron's sister. Now that she meant even more to him, he was scared what Voldemort would do if he ever got his hands on her again. He pushed those thoughts out of his mind, and tried to focus on the fact that Ginny was standing right in front of him, looking utterly kiss-worthy.

"Screw that," he said impatiently. "Is that the only reason you don't want to do this?" He started towards her again.

She took another step back. "Harry, I-I've…moved on." Her voice was low, so faint Harry barely heard it. He stumbled back, shocked by her words.

"No! Ginny, you haven't! Please! Tell me you haven't!" Harry begged. His eyes were beginning to water, and he was furious that he was so weak.

Ginny looked as if she was going to start crying too. "Harry, please," she said desperately. "Don't make this any harder for me than it already is."

"Harder for you?" Harry's voice cracked. "Jesus, Ginny, how hard do you think this is for me?"

"Why are you always thinking about yourself?!" Ginny shouted. "What about me?! Even when we were together, you never really cared about me. You only thought about yourself and it's clear that you still do!" She wiped away the hot tears that were now running down her face.

Harry was unsure of what to do. He hated when girls cried because he never knew how to make himself useful. It was just so awkward to have a girl in your arms, crying. He recalled his first kiss, with Cho Chang, and how she had been crying when it happened. He hadn't known what to do about the waterworks then, and he still didn't. "What a pathetic life I lead," he said dully. Ginny was crying too hard to hear him. He stretched his arm out to touch her arm. Ginny pulled away.

"Ginny." He said this quietly, hoping she would notice the firmness in his tone.

"What?" she said, and Harry could tell she was both angry and tired.

"I-I'm sorry," he said.

"You don't sound it," she shot back.

"Well, I am," he said awkwardly. He wondered why he found it so damn hard to do this. "You're right. I'm just an egotistical, self-centered bastard. And I don't deserve you," he added, realizing that everything he had just said was true.

Ginny was astonished that he would admit to all of that. She imagined them kissing and apologizing. She found herself wanting to say, "No, Harry, you're not. We should be together!" Then she pulled herself together.

"Yeah, you are a bastard," she said tightly. "And you definitely don't deserve me." It broke her heart to say those words, and Harry's wounded expression hurt even more, but she really believed it was better that they were separated, and she knew Harry did too.

"Fine," Harry said, his voice devoid of any emotion. He could not look at her. He didn't want her to know how miserable he felt about the whole conversation. He was feeling more pain than he had ever felt before in his life. The Cruciatus curse could not compare to this agony.

"Fine," Ginny repeated. She turned and walked away slowly, her shoulders hunched over. Harry wanted to run after her, to comfort her and say he was sorry, but he knew she would reject him again, and he couldn't bear even thinking about that. He watched the love of his life enter the castle, then he threw himself down onto the grass, cursing his stupidity.

CPF: So, there's the first chapter of my not-so-fluffy Christmas fic. What did ya think? Wanna review and tell me? You don't have to, but I really do review (or at least look at) the stories of those who review my stories. No, really. I do! And I'm aware that I was a bit redundant, using the phrase "making out" way too much. Same with saying "kissing" and "snogging" and stuff. Sorry, I tried to get rid of some of that, but it didn't really work.