A/N: Okay, here's chapter 5! It's only part of Christmas Day, rather than the whole thing, because the whole thing would be too long. I don't have Christmas dinner or present opening until next chapter...:-( sorry! But I do hope you like this one!! Sorry it took so long! I had most of it done, but then ff.net went down and I gave up on it, then ff.net went back up and I got people begging me to continue my other story Made For Each Other, so I had to finish that first and then write this, sheesh! The troubles of writing two stories at the same time! hehe, but I finished MFEO finally! Go read it (shameless plug!)!! Anyway, I liked writing this chapter, I hope you like reading it.

Disclaimer: Type it all over again? Heck no! Check chapter one!

I lugged my trophy up the stairs to my room, and hurled it onto my bed, only causing it to bounce right off the fluffy mattress, and break into thousands of pieces before my eyes.

I muttered a few choice words under my breath.

"Whoa, hey, Ginny...what do you think you're trying to do, cause the ceiling below you to cave in?" Charlie said, running up the stairs, hearing the crash.

"It fell," I replied, which was, more or less, the truth.

Charlie raised his eyebrows at me, but with a wave of his wand and the muttering of an incantation, the millions of pieces found each other and returned back to their original state.

"Thanks."

"No problem...now, er, I'm going to go back downstairs, don't break a window or anything. Oh, and good job on the karaoke, I voted for you. I'm telling ya, Ginny, if this whole witch thing doesn't work out for you, you can always become one of them muggle singers," Charlie said with a wink.

I laughed lightly, watching him leave.

"What am I doing?" I whined to myself, putting my hands over my face.

When Harry sang that song...it felt like there had been something there! But then, as he sat down, he just...he, I don't know. He wouldn't look at me is what it was, but then again while he was singing...he never took his eyes off me. Of course, then there was Cho, who, after that song refused to let go of him...hanging on him every second. But then, when I peeped over my mom's shoulder to see how many votes I got...my eye's caught Cho's votes - which were none. Who did Harry vote for? Why must guys be so confusing?!

I picked my trophy up off my bed. I should be happy. It's Christmas Eve, and I just won a contest...I just had a brief shining moment, where people noticed me, but no, I couldn't even enjoy that. I placed my trophy up on my bookshelf along with the other ones. I sighed, flopping down on my bed.

"When did my life become so confusing?!" I sighed exasperated.

Yes, I know, the answer is quite obvious.

"Ginny, just stop trying to prove yourself, and relax. We're outside, it's snowing, and it's Christmas. Have some fun." I heard a voice in my head say Christmas morning after breakfast, but suddenly it occurred to me that this wasn't a voice in my head.

I turned to look at Hermione who looked back at me, eyebrows raised. How does she always know these things?

I turned away from her knowing gaze, and sat my eyes on Fred and George, who had magicked hundreds of snowballs to hit Percy from every direction possible.

It looked like fun, and for some strange reason I had the urge to just...cry. To tell Hermione everything I possibly could, and discuss it with her until it made sense.

"Hermione I-" I turned back up to look at her, only to find out she wasn't there anymore. Quickly I cast my eyes around the snow-covered surface, and immediately saw Hermione jogging up behind Ron and Harry to watch them build a snowman – er - snowwoman, it seemed.

Well, she forgot about me pretty fast. I sighed and decided that maybe she was right. I probably should seize this opportunity since Cho wasn't around, because it looked like I might be able to have fun without her. At breakfast I noticed she was gone, and when Ron asked where she was, Harry just shrugged not looking up. I thought the answer to that was quite obvious. She had probably gone out to get her nails repaired since I ruined them, yesterday. Anyway, I wanted to figure out what was going on with Ron, Hermione, and Harry.

I secretly inched up closer, and hid behind a wide oak tree so I could hear every murmur. Hermione was standing behind Ron and Harry, looking slightly annoyed. It looked like they didn't notice she was there yet.

Ron snorted, "That's excellent hair! Hey wait-" Ron patted at the snowwoman's 'hair' with his hands for a few moments, until the snow looked almost puffy. "-Now that looks like her hair!"

Harry started laughing. "How do you reckon we get her holding a couple books?"

Ron looked as though he were pondering this for a moment. "I say, we take a stack of her books, and pile them way up high past the snowman's nose...we'll only need about 20 or so thick books, and this way...it'll look just like she always does, frazzled and hidden beneath tons of homework assignments!"

"You know what would be great? If we could magic the snowman to say, 'Harry, Ron, do your homework! How do you except to pass your finals while your sitting there playing your game of chess?!'"

Ron began cracking up, "Or - Or," He began in between great bursts of laughter, "Magic it to say -" Ron put on a high squeaking voice, "-'Oh Professor McGonagall...I know we were only supposed to write a 2 roll of parchment essay but, well, I just found the whole subject so fascinating...I hope 12 rolls isn't too much?'"

Ron and Harry began doubling over, clutching their stomachs still not noticing Hermione there, arms crossed, just inches behind them.

"Ah," Ron sighed. "If only we could use magic."

"Why don't you ask Fred and George to use magic on the snow, er, woman for you? They've taken their N.E.W.T's long ago..."

"Hey that's a great idea Her-" Harry began still in a dazed state, suddenly he and Ron jumped up alarmed, and whirled around.

"--HERMIONE?!"

"Pleasure meeting you here," said Hermione coolly sounding everything but pleased.

Ron and Harry began mouthing wordless apologies to her, unable to find their voices. Hermione however took no notice, as she began eyeing the 'snowwoman' and circling it.

"Hmm..." She began, still rounding on it. Suddenly, she whipped her arm out so fast, that Ron and Harry jumped back at least five feet, and Hermione knocked the head off of the snowwoman. "This," She said in a voice that had a lot more edge than it usually would, "is what you will look like soon, Ron and Harry, if you don't tell me exactly what this is about."

Harry and Ron stood there for a moment mouths open, before at the same time they launched into their story.

"Well you see Hermione-"

"What we were doing was-"

"J-Just making a simple snowman," Harry said with a nervous laugh.

"And...it er...it didn't turn out right," Ron said looking sideways at Harry who gave a quick nod egging him on. "So we er...we changed it-"

"To look completely the opposite of you-"

"Yes, you are much prettier-"

"Much wittier-"

"Much better-"

"And those cracks about me...and books, and homework..." Hermione trailed off raising her eyebrows, still glaring at the two...although she may have had a twinge of a smile playing on the corner of her mouth.

Ron was the first to speak, "Oh those little jokes?!"

"They were mere..." Harry trailed.

"Jokes!" Ron finished up for him.

"Ron-" Hermione began.

"Hermione, you're always calling me daft and stuff, telling me to 'wake up' and what not. Don't think I haven't heard you say that! I hear you telling Ginny things like that and-" at this I quickly made sure I was well hidden "-well, how fair is it that you can do that to me...but I can't do it to you?" Ron asked quickly, a slight smirk playing his features, as he realized he had her.

Hermione sighed. "Fine. You two are..." she paused. "...forgiven." She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, it doesn't even look like me...and I don't sound like that, Ron!"

Ron and Harry exchanged a look. "Of course you don't Hermione," Ron said hurriedly. "Now come on, care for a game of chess inside?"

Hermione groaned. "Ron, you know I don't like playing against you...I'm no good at it, and you always get that mischievous superior look on your face when I make a bad move. I already know that you are the master at chess, no need to prove it again."

Ron looked immensely pleased at the praise, but still he edged her on. "It'll be warm inside...right by the fire, while everyone else is distracted out here..."

Harry shifted uncomfortably, no doubt feeling like he shouldn't be here. Now it occurred to me that Ron didn't want to play chess, all he wanted was a good Christmas snog.

Hermione's cheeks went scarlet. "Maybe a game of chess wouldn't be so bad after all..." She said with a devilish sparkle in her eyes, obviously forgetting that Harry's stomach was on the line...mine as well, but of course she had no idea I was hearing this.

It was Ron's turn to blush crimson. He grabbed her hand, and dragged her after him, running top speed into the house.

Gross.

I made some sort of gagging noise deep in my throat, which must have gave me away, because suddenly Harry walked around to my side of the oak tree.

"Ginny?" He asked, startled.

I waved my hand at him, while trying to clear my throat, and get any mental images of Ron and Hermione out of my head. Finally I looked up at him. "Hi Harry," I said in a bland voice, trying not to give away any emotions I was feeling on the inside. Trying not to breathe in his aftershave, trying not to notice the way a lock of hair fell over his forehead in a seemingly faultless way.

"What are you doing back here?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow, his voice was a monotone, same as mine, I couldn't figure out what he was thinking from it.

"I was looking for Hermione," I shrugged. Well, it was sort of the truth. "Except I believe I've lost my appetite for anything I may be eating tonight." I cringed again at what I had just witnessed.

Harry sighed in a sort of grossed out way, and shivered, making a noise in the back of his throat. "Do they have to do that in public?" He asked.

I shook my head, groaning. "Apparently. Ergh, it's disgusting!" I exclaimed; throwing my hands in the air.

Harry smiled, and it occurred to me that I was being too nice to him.

"Right," I said suddenly. "Yeah, well, I, er, better get in. I have to...uh - I have to -" I racked my brain for an excuse. "-I just have to go in," I finished lamely turning around, but not going into my house, instead I went into the woods behind the house, brushing snow off a tree stump, and sitting down putting my head in my hands.

"Why do you keep running away from me?"

I stood up quickly to face Harry, not realizing he had followed me. "I didn't run away," I lied.

He shook his head, looking annoyed. "Yes, you did! You have been! Why do you keep doing this Ginny? This isn't like you. Why are you being like this? Why are you..." He trailed off on his first question and went for a different approach, "I know you Gin, and this isn't you. Not lately."

My eyes flashed dangerously at him, for telling me that he 'knew me'.

Harry groaned and began pacing the space in front of me. "What I mean is," He stopped to run a hand through his hair only causing it to become messier, and then began pacing again. "Well, I mean that, I care about you, Ginny."

Maybe those words should have seemed nice, sweet, slightly tear-jerking even, but they only seemed to annoy me more. Probably because Harry was being so confusing, and infuriating.

I lost it.

"Get off it Harry!" I shouted. "What are you talking about? You care? About me?" I laughed derisively. "Somehow I think not. You call me...that word and then all of a sudden you're on your hands and knees begging for forgiveness? I mean everything to you? You miss me?" I spat out. I shook my head at him. "Harry Potter, I don't know what you are playing at...but whatever it is, expect to lose. You think you know me, but you have no idea."

Harry looked a cross between shocked, angry, confused, and pleading. "Ginny, I do know you. Your problem is that you're not giving me a chance to show you!"

Argh! What was with this groveling? It was so bloody frustrating. "All right," I snapped. "What is my favorite book? What is my favorite color? What is my greatest ambition? What do I absolutely hate about some people? Where do I-"

"Ginny!" He shouted suddenly, looking taken aback. "I-"

"Don't know?" I offered. "Well, obviously." I realized how pointless this conversation had become, and whirled around storming off.

"Gone With The Wind," He called out suddenly.

I stopped dead in my tracks. "What?" I asked uncertainly.

He sighed, and walked towards me, stepping in front of me to talk to me face to face. "Gone With The Wind is your favorite book...it's a muggle one, but you love the romance because you feel wizarding books don't offer that." He shrugged, "Green, would be your favorite color...your greatest ambition?" He looked at me, as if looking through me. "To prove yourself," He said firmly. "You hate that people judge you, and call you quiet...you hate that people pretend that they know you..." He trailed for a second. "I do," He said quietly. "I know that when everything feels like it's falling apart you walk about a mile to an abandoned shed, and just sit there to think. I know that when theirs no other way to express your feelings you put it into a story - stories where nothing goes wrong, and their is no evil, stories of what you wish life was."

I stared at him, forcing my eyes in his. I was unable to form coherent words. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe. "How do you-"

"I told you," He whispered, now having both hands on my shoulders. "I could never not notice you, Ginny Weasley."

I blinked a few times. No one knew those things about me, though. No one's ever bothered to pay attention. And there was another thing that didn't make sense. "But what about Cho-"

Harry suddenly shook his head in disgust. "I told her it was over right before the whole karaoke thing last night, which probably explained the song she sang. She said we had to pretend we were still going out though, because 'what would they all think of her' and 'where could she go now' it was a load of bullocks if you ask me, so, I told her yesterday that she could either stop hanging on me every moment, and let me tell everyone that we broke up, or she could just leave, and so she left before breakfast this morning...make-up bag and all," He said with a slight grin.

So that pretty much explained most of my confused thoughts. The key word here is most rather than all.

I grinned back.

"Harry...I," I paused and licked my lips, trying not to concentrate on the fact that he was inches away from my face. "I'm sorry," I said in a barely audible voice.

He didn't have to ask. He knew. He knew I was sorry for judging him, for telling him he didn't know me, when, as it turned out, he was the only one who had. Harry chewed on the inside of his lip. "It's okay. And, I'm sorry too."

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then stuck out my hand, trying to hold back a smile. "Truce?" I asked, in mock seriousness.

Harry took my hand, and shook it in one swift motion, looking business-like as well. "Truce."

Immediately we couldn't suppress our smiles anymore and we both began laughing hysterically holding our stomachs, though the whole matter really wasn't all that funny.

"Why - are - we - laugh - ing?" Harry managed out, in between sniggers, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

"No - idea!" I sputtered, trying to stop my flowing tears, and to get my stomach to stop hurting from all that laughing.

Our laughter soon died down to light chuckles, and finally we both were able to maintain straight faces again. I shook my head catching my breath. "My god," I said. "I haven't laughed like that in ages."

Harry's breathing was shallow as well, and he looked up at me, with something in his eyes that I couldn't quite place...was it sadness? I couldn't tell. His face was happy, but it was something about his eyes. "Neither have I," He whispered.

We stood there; staring in each other's eyes - in each other's souls - until I was sure I couldn't take it anymore, for the urge to kiss him was too great.

"Come on," I said suddenly. "Let's go back in, and interrupt Ron and Hermione snogging so they'll get all flustered," I suggested with a wicked grin.

Harry's eyes glinted mischievously. "That's always fun." He did a sort of one-sided smile.

I laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him indoors. I wouldn't have really had to take his hand, but every time we touched a spark of electricity shot through me, and I never wanted that feeling to go away.

"Honestly, I have no idea how two people who hid their feelings from each other for six years can all of a sudden be snogging like mad, like you two just were," I said exasperatedly.

Harry snorted behind me, and I couldn't help but smile. As we walked towards the house before, it was as if time had rewound and we were back to being best friends again. Having Harry back was better than any Christmas present I might be getting.

Hermione turned crimson and Ron was shooting daggers at us. "You know you didn't have to throw that many pillows," Ron scowled.

Harry laughed. "Well after the first three you guys hadn't budged so Ginny and I thought we had better throw the other eight at you."

I quickly ignored the leap in my heart when Harry said 'Ginny and I'.

"We noticed!" Ron said defiantly though it looked as though he wanted to say, 'What first three?'

Harry and I looked at each other - rolling our eyes. "Right," I said, as Harry nodded in a very unconvinced way.

We walked out of the living room, decided to let them get at it again, as we stopped in the kitchen to take in all of the Christmas decorations, and baked goods. I breathed in. I loved my house at Christmastime.

I heard a noise come from the living room, and Harry and I looked at each other making a face. I shook my head in disgust. "I still don't know how they managed to stay away from each other for as long as they did," I said rolling my eyes. "Imagine never telling someone how you felt about them."

Harry licked his lips, and gave a short light laugh, before his gaze met mine. "Imagine that."

A/N: Oops! Sorry about that! Well, you'll get the rest of Christmas next chapter!! The Christmas dinner, and gifts!! Plus more will be explained about that darn confusing Harry! Yay!! hehe, I hope you all liked this chapter, it sure took me long enough, right?! lol Well, please review!

A few people asked me questions in reviews or left comments that I wanted to reply to so here they are:

Kelly - Yes, I did use that quote in ch. 3 from You've Got Mail, and yes, I am obsessed lol. Gotta love Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks - they are so cute! lol That movie is awesome. Thanks for the review by the way!

Ellie Granger - Yes I know that Cho only has 10 lines which are as far away from snobby as possible but...she's just so hateable! Lol, okay, okay, I just don't like how Harry likes her when Ginny is right in front of his face! Argh that Harry! Lol, anyway we all have our opinions, and yours is just fine! Actually in my story Made For Each Other she's not half bad. You should read it some time ;-). Shameless plug? What!? No way!!

Kristen Michelle - The name of the song Ginny sang is called "Have You Ever" it's by Brandy. I love that song, it's so sweet! I actually looked up the Def Leppard lyrics and you're right, they are a little similar...but isn't Def Leppard like an old people's band? Hehe, I'm just kidding! Just kidding! But remember...I've got Rupert Grint, tee hee! Hey, and look you got your wish! Cho *was* kicked out of the Weasley house!! By Harry! Whoo, go Harry! Hehe, but is she gone for good...? *cue in twilight zone theme*

To everyone else who reviewed chapter 4: I love you! No really! Thank you!! Every review had me grinning from ear-to-ear; you have no idea how happy I am because of you guys! Aw...shucks! :-D