AN: You know, Surprise, which is possibly the most open of the prompts, is the one I'm having the most trouble with. I would start a poll, but it's too much bother...so, could you review and tell me who you'd like me to do it on? My mind at the moment is somewhere in between Luna and Molly, but if you're into more abstract choices, I also (for some reason I can't remember,) have down Fleur, Sybil or Angelina...please tell me, or if you have any other ideas, I'm always open, and I'll give you a Terry's Chocolate Orange! (I sincerely hope some kind person is leaving one in my stocking...:D) And if I don't update between now and then, NOLLAIG SHONA DUIT, JOYEUX NOEL, MERRY CHRISTMAS, FELIZ NAVIDAD (I don't speak Spanish much, that's probably wrong) !!!!!!

So here it is. Ginny is not having a good Christmas. I meant to carry this on to Percay's reappearance, but then I realised I had promised myself I would just do Christmas Eve so... and that's tomorrow oh yeah!!!!!!

No Room

(No room in the inn of course!)

Prompt: "All Was Well"

All is not well in the Weasley household.

First of all, they're fit to bursting. Lucky that Percy was not there and Charlie is stuck in Romania, but even so, Ginny did not want to share a room with Fleur. Secondly, she wouldn't see Dean for weeks. Thirdly, Hermione isn't coming so Phlegm would be the only girl around. Well, her and Mum. Fourthly, Remus is coming, which she wouldn't mind so much if he and Tonks weren't so depressed lately.

She had said so in several of her letters home. I'm not coming home for Christmas if she's in my room. she said. You can't make me share a room with her. Molly, had of course, used the emotional blackmail card and brought her daughter home anyway.

Ginny drags her bags (she had left her trunk in school) into the room. It smells...well, not that bad actually. Like expensive perfume. But there are clothes everywhere, on Ginny's bed lay this...well actually, this gorgeous set of indigo dress robes.

Then she comes in and stops. "Oh," she says. "You were not supposed to see." She quickly wraps them up. "I was seeing if they would be the right size for you. They are beautiful no?"

"Yeah," says Ginny. But just because perhaps Fleur had gone through the trouble of buying these for her does not mean that Ginny is under any obligation to like her.

When she's downstairs her mum asks her to decorate the living room. Decorate it? Fine then. She grabs reams of paper and several cans of paint and goes into the chicken coop where most of the family do their projects. She dips her hands and feet in the paint and smears them over the paper, covering up any white parts. Then she piles up the paper and cuts it into strips, grabs the Spellotape and sets to work. Eventually, when she hangs them up, her mum asks if she was a little too enthusiastic. Ginny rolls her eyes. At least she wasn't the one to put a gnome at the top of the Christmas tree. But that does not mean that she's proud of herself.

Then Mum decides it will be fun to listen to the Warbeck broadcast. As if Ginny hasn't heard it enough times already. The same songs warbled over the same old dodgy wireless. Oh, get a life. The twins seem to think so too, and they have a brand new pack of Exploding Snap cards. She's always been good at that game. She beats them both and laughs to see their faces covered in the soot. But just because her brother's make her laugh does not mean that she's enjoying herself.

Remus is sitting on the other side of the rug looking into the depths of the fire. Well, at least Ginny hasn't made as much of a mess of her life as he has. Is she the only one that's worked it out? No, Mum knows. And Phlegm listened in to someone's conversation so she knows. But really, why would you inflict that upon yourself? Him and Tonks are lonelier than ever without each other.

But just because she appreciates how easy her life is does not mean that she's happy.

And what about Bill and Phlegm? Well, they were better off when they hadn't met really, Ginny thinks. I mean, now no one will go near them because they're so wrapped up in each other. At least Ginny isn't that bad. But she won't see Dean for ages now so that does not make it better.

No, Ginny knows this is not going to be a good Christmas. Especially if she has to share a room with old Phlegm. She bets she snores. Really loudly. Bill is not going to be happy when he'll have to sleep with her every night.

Finally, after choking down another glass of grotesque eggnog, she's allowed to go to bed. She plans to sleep for the majority of the next two weeks. Maybe that will make it go faster. She certainly hopes so. She really hates Christmas Eve at the moment. She bets she'll have no trouble getting to sleep tonight. She'll sleep like a log.

She's going upstairs to her room and her closest brother is making his way up to the attic. She scowls as she turns to let them pass. His friend, the one with the bright cat's eyes and the messy black hair stops and throws a careless grin at her. "Having fun Ginny?" he asks.

She scowls even more. "I get to share a room with Phlegm. Do you think I'm having fun?"

He gives another smile and nods in the direction of her brother. "I know someone who wouldn't mind sharing a room with Fleur."

She makes a face. "Oh boys can be so disgusting. She snores. Really loudly."

"Well, then, I pity you. And I completely understand. I mean, look who I have to share with."

"Hey!" her brother's voice says. The boy lets out one of his soft laughs.

"He's better than Phlegm. Anything's better than Phlegm."

The boy rolls his eyes. "Of course it is." Then he does something he's never, ever done before. He puts his hand on the back of her head, brings it forward reaches over and kisses the crown. It's strangely comforting, an almost (but not quite) brotherly gesture, something Dean would never do.

"Sweet dreams," he says and makes his way up the stairs.

"You too," she calls after him, and she can see her brother's suspicious silhouette standing on the next landing, wondering what could be going on down there.

Ginny goes into her room and sits on her bed. After all, she always quite liked Christmas. And Fleur's trying her best. And making those paper chains was quite fun. And no one likes Celestina Warbeck, she grins as she gets changed. And Remus and Tonks will just have to sort out their own problems, as will Bill and Fleur. And maybe she can survive for a while without Dean. In fact, it'll be good to spend some time apart, she thinks as she lies down. After all, she thinks as she turns around and shuts her eyes. There are compensations.

And as the clock struck midnight, somewhere in her dreams of sleighs and reindeer and bells, Ginny decided all was well.