Day 2:

Ron awoke to the feeling of soft warm covers surrounding his body in welcoming waves. He frowned suddenly, hadn't he fallen asleep at the window sill last night? Had someone brought him back up? To tired to really care, Ron delved below the covers ready to fall back asleep when a voice broke through his thoughts.

Ron! Its Christmas!

His eyes snapped open. What! Ron was confused as to how he had gotten back in his dorm, but Harry talking to him? He expected him to never speak to him again. Reaching his hand up beneath the covers Ron felt at his jaw.

The skin there was smooth and soft as his fingers ran over the unscathed area. Ron sat up bolt straight, throwing back the covers in alarm and panic.

Harry sat grinning at the end of his bed, black hair bed tossed and he looked extremely excited. This was just getting too creepy.

What day is it Harry? he asked cautiously. Harry looked surprised, Its Christmas man! he cried waving his arms in front of him, obviously shocked he would ask such an apparent question. Ron frowned then jumped out of the bed, running into the bathroom, his heart racing. He grabbed the gel bottle from the counter and squeezed. A large amount of sticky blue gel fell into the palm of his hand.

Oh my gosh, it worked, he breathed, he applied the gel hurriedly, his thoughts locked on Hermione, and getting things right this time. He didn't care how his wish had come true, all that mattered was that it had.

Harry entered right on time, wearing the same green sweater, cleaning his glasses as he walked. He picked up the gel bottle and frowned as nothing came out. Ron, you've used all the gel! he cried and glared at him. Ron gulped. This was getting way to creepy. He needed to think.

Hey Harry why don't you go down stairs, I gotta get something, Harry looked up from his empty gel container and gave him a confused look, But don't you wana open your presents? he asked, and Ron rolled his eyes, then opened his mouth to say something, but Harry interrupted him. I know, I know, Act like your seventeen every once and awhile' , I'm going , I'm going, he mumbled and left the dorm, clutching his gel bottle sadly to his chest, as if it where a precious jewel of some kind. Ron couldn't help but smile slightly. He was somewhat relieved to be able to talk to Harry again.

Ron turned and threw himself on his bed face first, burying his head in the soft covers.

This is crazy! What am I suppose to do now? How can I make Hermione see how I really feel?

Sighing he rolled over onto his back, I guess I'll just have to stop pretending and just let her know how I feel, go along with everything she wanted yesterday, easy, I don't even have to lift a finger! he mused and began to dress.

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Hermione ripped the card she'd written Ron off his gift, her nerves getting the better of her as she waited for the red head to come down stairs. She took a deep calming breath and shoved the card in her pocket. She just couldn't do it.

Here Ron this ones for you, Hermione mumbled and handed Ron the ever to familiar gift. Determined to do things right, Ron looked for the card. He felt all over the box, and look at the ground around him but saw nothing. He looked up to meet Hermione's anxious eyes with a bemused expression on his face. Where's the card? He asked and Hermione blushed, I guess I..I forgot to get one... she stuttered fingering her pocket. Ron groaned inwardly, and tried to force back a frown. Instead he plastered a smile on his face and ripped open his present. The shinny wooden box lay before him, and he opened it without hesitation.

The Firebolt lay before him just as before, and this time he really thought about how much this must have cost her. I can't except this Hermione, its too much,' he breathed, awed by the beauty of the broom all over again. Hermione grinned happily, running a hand down the edge of the box, Of course you can, I obviously can't fly it, she whispered, and Ron met her gaze, smiling warmly, longing to reach out and grab her hand that lay inches from his own.


Thanks he said in a low whisper, and was surprised to see her wrinkle her delicate nose. Don't call me she said still smiling, and Ron chuckled
Thanks Hermione,

Here let me open the gift you got me, she said clearing her throat. Ron's stomach dropped and he lunged forwards grabbing the gift from her hands. She looked up at him startled, a slightly hurt look in her eyes. Ron gulped, searching his mind fervently for a good lie.

Uh I've just remembered this is the gift I meant to give Ginny, yours, errr hasn't come in yet, he stumbled and Hermione frowned.

Ron wanted to cry. I ordered it special, but it hasn't been delivered it should be here in the next couple of days, I promise! he said trying desperately to cover his tracks. She gave him one last searching glance, then shrugged and nodded.

Ron breathed a silent sigh of relief and smiled at her warmly, but her gaze skidded away from his.

Now I've got a few days to get her something really good.
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Ron shivered as he Harry and Hermione made their way out into the snow. He pulled his cloak more firmly around him and adjusted his coat beneath that, oblivious to Hermione shivering beside him.

Hey Ron how about a good ol' round of snowball fighting? Harry whispered bouncing his eyebrows as he glanced at a distracted Hermione. Ron grinned his recklessness over taking him once again. On the count of three then, Ron said and quickly collected a handful of snow before Hermione looked over. Harry grinned, a ready snowball in hand.

All right, one.....two.......THREE!!!

Both boys threw the hard packed balls of snow straight at Hermione. Turning in surprise, she caught one in the shoulder and the other square on the nose. She screeched and whipped the cold snow from her face.

Harry!! Ron!!! She screamed, Ron pointed a blaming finger at Harry, who was pointing at him. Hermione glared at the two for a long moment, then a smirk slowly grew across her face.

Fine have it your way! This is WAR!!

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Hermione stood before Ron, hiding behind her tree as before. Peeking through the branches, he watched as she packed down another snowball. Grinning he slowly rose from behind the bush. Oy Hermione? he said and she jumped and turned. Ron threw the snowball, a little lower than his first attempt, and it hit her just above her nose. Hermione was furious and flung her snowball swiftly at him. Ron dogged, and tackled her to the ground. Hermione cried out and fell, a painful fall stopped only by Ron's knees catching them, resting in the snow on either sides of her hips.

Hermione looked up gasping to see Ron's face extremely close to her own. His sweet warm breath washed over her face, his vibrant blue eyes half closed. Slowly, he leaned towards her, and Hermione closed her eyes anticipating what was to come next, heart racing.

Snow cascaded over Ron's back and head, a huge snow ball smothering him into Hermione. She gasped and her eyes snapped open, the moment broken.

Ron growled, his face contorting in anger. He jumped off Hermione, not bothering to help her up, and whirled on the offender, fists clenched.

Harry leaned against a near by tree, a smug grin spreading across his face. He was tossing another large snowball in the air, catching it then tossing it again.

What are you playing at! Ron cried frustrated by the ruined moment that may have fixed everything. Harry merely grinned and tossed the snowball again, this time into Ron's red face.

*****

Weary and extremely hungry from the much longer snowball fight, Ron entered the Great Hall and sat down at the large table without a second glance at the Hall around him, licking his lips in anticipation of food.

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Ron ate plate after plate until he feared he would explode, then placed down his fork, and rubbed his stomach. Harry raised one brow and Hermione shrugged, having finished her own meal a long while ago. Both had been waiting on Ron to finish for quite some time.

Come on you two! I'm tired! Ron said and pushed away from the table, ignoring a few scattered farewells from the other people at the table.

Ron was eagerly awaiting for the mistletoe this time, and he dropped back to walk beside Hermione. He grinned at her happily, and she returned the smile somewhat less excitedly.

Ron paused once he stood under the eagerly awaited mistletoe, but he was horribly disappointed when Hermione walked right past, her face solum. She hadn't noticed. Ron growled and Harry gave him a strange look. He shook his and followed after her, face burning.

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Night guys, Hermione muttered and turned up the steps of the girls dormitory as they entered the common rom, she ahd disappeared before either Ron or Harry could say another word. Ron started after her in disbelief.

What had he done wrong this time? Hadn't he followed along with the things she had wanted to do? She did like him after all! Didn't she?

Ron shook his head, a deep frown creasing his brow. Girls! huh Harry? he said absently to the boy beside him. Harry grinned vaguely. I think you upset her, he said carefully. Ron's head snapped up. What do you mean? some what angry at the accusation. He hadn't done anything he was sure! Had he? Harry shrugged, I just think she's a little hurt by your hypocritical actions, he muttered and Ron clenched one fist. This wasn't fair!

What is that suppose to mean? he growled, searching his best-friends face. Harry met his gaze firmly, Ron make up your mind about how you feel about her and tell her, you can't just try to kiss her, or hit on her with out telling her how you feel. Its just confusing her and scaring her off, he said slowly, staring at the large fire place, crackling flames licking at a large logs of wood. Ron was stunned into silence. Why couldn't he get this right!!

Well night Ron, Harry muttered after a moment of awkward silence, and slipped up the stairs and into their dorm.

DAMN IT!!!! Ron screamed a moment later, punching the wall in fierce anger, hardly noticing as his knuckles split, bleeding proficiently.

He flung himself up the stairs and paused just before opening the dorm door. He sighed suddenly and leaned against the wooden door, face sad and his mind reeling with confused thoughts.

Why couldn't he just get this right? Why did things have to be so confusing and hard?

He shook his head, blood dripping from his hand. He lifted the broken hand to his mouth and licked a few bright red droops from his warm flesh.

After a moment he slipped into his room, knowing that he'd get little sleep tonight.

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Day 3: (Preview)

Ron hid beneath his covers afraid to face the world outside after the day before, his mind still half asleep. Moving beneath the covers he accidentally shifted on his injured hand. He inwardly cringed ready to feel a sharp pain, but he was met only with the uncomfortable feeling of a squished hand.

With a cry Ron threw back his covers staring in bewilderment at his perfect hand.

Good Ron your awake, come on, its Christmas!

**********************************************hey look ron tired!!!! wow!!!! Im so proud of him! Though he didn't do a very good job....... *cough* Better luck next time Ronny baby! Review please! I love you all!!!!!

-Brianne