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Christmas Morning



Harry sat in The Burrow's living room, looking at the tree. He loved real Christmas trees. Those fake trees made of metal and plastic should never have been invented. He loved the scent, the feel, and the sight. The ornaments were magiced to sparkle the colors of the rainbow. He felt so warm and loved just by looking at the tree. He didn't even care about the presents, not until the next morning, at least. For now he was just sitting in a comfortable chair enjoying his favorite holiday.

There was a time, however, when he hated Christmas. All it meant was he would have to get up earlier, cook more, and suffer through visits from relatives. The tree was, naturally, as un-natural as they come. It was the best fake tree money could buy. Harry hated watching Dudley tear open his presents, not having any clue how lucky he was to have presents to open, much less loving family to give them to him. All Dudley cared about was the receiving, receiving more than the previous year, and rubbing it in Harry's face. Harry would always carefully unwrap the one present he got, wrapped in plain, inexpensive brown paper.

Harry never asked for anything. He knew his friends would find something that he would like. Hermoine would almost defiantly get him a book. Hopefully something that would take a long time to read, so he wouldn't get too bored at the Dursleys over the summer holiday. Ron would get him something involving Quidditch. Mrs. Weasly would knit him a sweater, and some food. Well, this year at their house she might leave out the food. Harry never asked for any Christmas presents.

There was one thing that Harry wanted, however. He could never ask for it. He could never put it on a list to Santa. He could never tell a soul. But his own soul knew, and it knew too well. The tree was great, but the warm feeling wasn't as strong this year. That was because of his one and only Christmas wish. Ginny. Virginia Weasly. His best friend's little sister. The daughter of the people he was staying with. He loved her, with all his heart and soul. He could never tell anyone. Unfortunately, she had gotten over her crush on him. He was just a friend, but he wanted to be more, so much more.





As he was sitting, staring at the tree, he heard someone come down the stairs. He pulled the hood of his invisibility cloak up, so as to not be seen. Harry looked at the approaching figure. Ginny. Ginny, the girl that he loved so much, but had no idea of his love. The only girl that he considered beautiful. The only person that he didn't feel cold around. She sat down on the floor, right in front of the tree. Surprisingly, she started talking to it.

"Well, Christmas tree, I guess you know why I am here. I have had the same Christmas wish for so long. At first, it was just to be friends. But now, oh now, it is so, so much more. I love him. I love him so much. I could never tell him myself, but I do. I feel so wonderful just talking to him. I am so glad that I got over being shy around him. And that he considers me a friend, and not just Ron's sister. But that's all he sees me as, a friend. I love Harry so, so much. I wish that he liked me too."

Harry struggled not to make a sound. He wanted to walk over to her and tell her that her wish had come true long ago. But she might be mad that he was listening to her. He was fearless when it came to Voldermort. Ginny, on the other hand, terrified him. He couldn't take the chance of rejection. But she had just said . . . It didn't matter. He couldn't take the chance that he had fallen asleep, dreamed it, then woken up to find Ginny sitting on the floor. Or maybe this whole night had been a dream, and still was.

Ginny got up off the floor and walked toward the chair that Harry was sitting in. He couldn't move without making a sound, so he could only hope that her intention was not to sit in the chair. However, fate is far braver than Either of them was. Fait led Ginny to plop down in the chair.

Ginny suddenly realized that she wasn't sitting on the chair. She was sitting on someone. That someone put the hood of his cloak down. Harry.

"How long have you been there?"

"A while."

"Did you hear. . ."

Harry nodded.

Ginny jumped up. Harry must hate her now. She was about to run away when she felt a hand on her wrist, Harry's hand. He took off his invisibility cloak, and pulled her back to the seat. She started to cry.

"I'm, I'm so sorry Harry, I . . ." he cut her off, "there is nothing to be sorry for." He calmly told her, wiping her tears.

"But, you must thing I am an idiot to think that there is a chance you would like me."

"I do. I do not think you are an idiot, I do like you."

"Ya, a friend."

"Ginny, what if I told you that your wish was granted long ago, but I just couldn't admit to you that it had."

Ginny looked at his face, he wasn't mad. He was smiling. In his eyes she could see pure love. Love, for her. She couldn't believe this. It had to be a dream. That had to be it.

Harry looked in her eyes too. She was confused. How had the boy f her dreams actually come to love her too, that is what she was thinking.

"Ginny, this isn't a dream." With that, he kissed her. The kept kissing until they fell asleep.



* * * a few hours later * * *



Molly Weasly had a habit of getting up before her children on Christmas. It kept them from opening anything until everyone was present. It didn't stop them from forcing the other to get up, but at least the presents were save until everyone was downstairs. But as she got to the living room, she let out a slight gasp, then smiled. Ginny had finally gotten the one thing that she had truly wanted but her mother couldn't give her, Harry's love.



AN: Well? How did you like it? Please Review! I will probably add a chapter or two later.