Christmas Wishes- Let it snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. yadda, yadda, yadda. You all know the drill.
"When we finally kiss good-night, How I hate going out in the storm, But if you really hold me tight, All the way home I'll be warm!"
Ginny got home early to be bombarded with messages on her messages.
"Hi Ginny! This is Hermione. Umm. I really think that, no, I know that there's something going on between you and Harry. TELL ME!" Hermione had left at least six messages almost identical to the first. The last message was different though.
"Hey Ginny, this is Harry. Oliver Wood just called and he's, well, having a Christmas Party and I was wondering whether you would like to come with me. It's this Friday night. If you could call me back, that would be good. My number is 643-0896."
Was he crazy? Of course she would go with him! She smiled as she slid into the family room and turned on the music. She sang into her wooden spoon and ran back into the kitchen to prepare a casserole for dinner. She danced around the kitchen. She didn't know why, but suddenly she was feeling great.
The doorbell rang. Ginny pulled off her apron and slipped into the entry hall. She smiled and opened her door.
"Hi Ginny," Harry greeted her.
"Oh my gosh! What are you doing here? I mean, I wasn't expecting you," Ginny bumbled, "You wanna come in?"
"Are you sure, I don't want to be a bother," he said cautiously.
"Oh, no, not at all. Come in!" Ginny said, "I was just making dinner. You want to stay?"
"Alright," Harry smiled.
Ginny took his coat and hung it up. She made her way back into the kitchen to finish up the casserole and stick it in her oven. She poured them a little wine in the glasses that Fred and George had given her.
"Hey, can I help with anything in here?" Harry's voice startled her.
"Nope," she said turning around, "We can pretty much hang out until the casserole is finished baking."
"I can deal with that," he said as they walked back into the family room, Ginny closing the door behind them.
They talked for a little while before Harry suggested that they watch It's a Wonderful Life, as it was on that night.
"You've seen it before, right?" Harry asked her.
"No, I haven't" Ginny replied.
"You're kidding me, right" he said in disbelief, "That just means that we have to watch it then." Ginny flipped the television on to ABC. The movie had barely started. It was a great movie, but what she liked the most is that Harry cuddled with her while they watched it.
It was during one commercial, though, that Ginny smelled something. Wow, that stunk! It sent shivers up her spine. It smelled like burning!
"Oh my gosh! The casserole!" Ginny exclaimed.
She tore open the doors to find her kitchen filled with smoke. She was surprised that her smoke detector hadn't. Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched blur sound. She ran into the smoke, against Harry's words, and found her oven mitt. She opened the oven door and pulled out the well- blackened casserole. She set it down on the counter and started to cry.
Harry somehow found her and pulled her out of the kitchen. She sat there on the couch, with Harry's arms wrapped around her, crying her eyes out on his shoulder. She looked up into his eyes for the first time and started laughing.
They sat on the couch and laughed at each other. Both had tears streaming down their faces when firemen broke through the door. That was it. Ginny broke into hysterics causing the firemen to think Ginny was hurt. They did a routine check, very much against Ginny's will. They found her to be unharmed, helped clean up her kitchen and gave her some air fresheners to get the smoke smell out of her kitchen, and then left the house.
Once they had left, Ginny and Harry sat back down on the couch and cuddled. Harry kissed the back of Ginny's neck and they held each other a little closer. Ginny's appetite broke the silence.
"We'd better order a pizza, now, shouldn't we?" she said giggling once again.
"We should, shouldn't we?" Harry looked at her with those eyes. Oh, she could look at them all day.
They ordered the pizza and ate, laughing at the night's events. At the end of the evening, Ginny helped Harry out the door. Ginny reached up and kissed him.
"By the way, Harry, I will definitely come with you to Oliver's party on Friday," she whispered in his ear. He kissed her again, and left her to clean up.
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Notes: Hey all! I tried out for a musical last week and I'm being called back for, well, call backs. Yay! I also have a five to ten page paper rough draft due on Tuesday, *writer groans* so I'll do my best to keep up with the writing. I gotta hurry up, though, especially if I want to finish this by Christmas! Do you want me to post my last chap. on Christmas or Christmas Eve? Thanx for reading~ Sarah*
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. yadda, yadda, yadda. You all know the drill.
"When we finally kiss good-night, How I hate going out in the storm, But if you really hold me tight, All the way home I'll be warm!"
Ginny got home early to be bombarded with messages on her messages.
"Hi Ginny! This is Hermione. Umm. I really think that, no, I know that there's something going on between you and Harry. TELL ME!" Hermione had left at least six messages almost identical to the first. The last message was different though.
"Hey Ginny, this is Harry. Oliver Wood just called and he's, well, having a Christmas Party and I was wondering whether you would like to come with me. It's this Friday night. If you could call me back, that would be good. My number is 643-0896."
Was he crazy? Of course she would go with him! She smiled as she slid into the family room and turned on the music. She sang into her wooden spoon and ran back into the kitchen to prepare a casserole for dinner. She danced around the kitchen. She didn't know why, but suddenly she was feeling great.
The doorbell rang. Ginny pulled off her apron and slipped into the entry hall. She smiled and opened her door.
"Hi Ginny," Harry greeted her.
"Oh my gosh! What are you doing here? I mean, I wasn't expecting you," Ginny bumbled, "You wanna come in?"
"Are you sure, I don't want to be a bother," he said cautiously.
"Oh, no, not at all. Come in!" Ginny said, "I was just making dinner. You want to stay?"
"Alright," Harry smiled.
Ginny took his coat and hung it up. She made her way back into the kitchen to finish up the casserole and stick it in her oven. She poured them a little wine in the glasses that Fred and George had given her.
"Hey, can I help with anything in here?" Harry's voice startled her.
"Nope," she said turning around, "We can pretty much hang out until the casserole is finished baking."
"I can deal with that," he said as they walked back into the family room, Ginny closing the door behind them.
They talked for a little while before Harry suggested that they watch It's a Wonderful Life, as it was on that night.
"You've seen it before, right?" Harry asked her.
"No, I haven't" Ginny replied.
"You're kidding me, right" he said in disbelief, "That just means that we have to watch it then." Ginny flipped the television on to ABC. The movie had barely started. It was a great movie, but what she liked the most is that Harry cuddled with her while they watched it.
It was during one commercial, though, that Ginny smelled something. Wow, that stunk! It sent shivers up her spine. It smelled like burning!
"Oh my gosh! The casserole!" Ginny exclaimed.
She tore open the doors to find her kitchen filled with smoke. She was surprised that her smoke detector hadn't. Her thoughts were interrupted by a high pitched blur sound. She ran into the smoke, against Harry's words, and found her oven mitt. She opened the oven door and pulled out the well- blackened casserole. She set it down on the counter and started to cry.
Harry somehow found her and pulled her out of the kitchen. She sat there on the couch, with Harry's arms wrapped around her, crying her eyes out on his shoulder. She looked up into his eyes for the first time and started laughing.
They sat on the couch and laughed at each other. Both had tears streaming down their faces when firemen broke through the door. That was it. Ginny broke into hysterics causing the firemen to think Ginny was hurt. They did a routine check, very much against Ginny's will. They found her to be unharmed, helped clean up her kitchen and gave her some air fresheners to get the smoke smell out of her kitchen, and then left the house.
Once they had left, Ginny and Harry sat back down on the couch and cuddled. Harry kissed the back of Ginny's neck and they held each other a little closer. Ginny's appetite broke the silence.
"We'd better order a pizza, now, shouldn't we?" she said giggling once again.
"We should, shouldn't we?" Harry looked at her with those eyes. Oh, she could look at them all day.
They ordered the pizza and ate, laughing at the night's events. At the end of the evening, Ginny helped Harry out the door. Ginny reached up and kissed him.
"By the way, Harry, I will definitely come with you to Oliver's party on Friday," she whispered in his ear. He kissed her again, and left her to clean up.
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Notes: Hey all! I tried out for a musical last week and I'm being called back for, well, call backs. Yay! I also have a five to ten page paper rough draft due on Tuesday, *writer groans* so I'll do my best to keep up with the writing. I gotta hurry up, though, especially if I want to finish this by Christmas! Do you want me to post my last chap. on Christmas or Christmas Eve? Thanx for reading~ Sarah*