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THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS

Ginny woke up the next morning, going through the same routine as the day before. Today she had one of her own Weasley jumpers on, she had enough for about every day during the Christmas holidays.

She was reminded of the happenings of yesterday when she spotted the small bit of parchment still lying on her night stand. Ginny frowned at it, she had tried everything she could think of to find out where Kringle had come from.

She had been sure to watch Harry very closely all day, not that this was considered odd to anybody. She waited for him to shoot the odd glance over at her, or even notice she was in the same room, but he was as oblivious as ever.

Maybe he is an extraordinary actor... but Ginny recognized this as another one of her bouts of wishful thinking.

She had managed to sneak a look at the Potions essay he was working on for Snape while he took a trip to the loo. His handwriting had been sloppy, the average teenage boys scrawl. The writing on the note she had received had been precise, and elegant. Ginny highly doubted Harry could manage such writing even if he was trying to make it look good.

She had even thought to borrow Hermione's revealer, to check for any invisible ink.

There had been absolutely nothing.

Whoever had sent her Kringle didn't want her knowing their identity.

On the way down to breakfast, Ginny wracked her brain, trying to come up with someone who liked her enough to spend galleons on her. No one likes me, Ginny thought miserably. I've been practically invisible for years. But that still left her with the question of who seemed to have taking a sudden notice.

She would have thought this was one of Fred and Georges spontaneous gifts (like Ron's dress robes last year), but the letter made it quite clear it wasn't a family member.

"Ginny! Ginny wait up!" A shrill voice called to her, footsteps thundering down the stairs behind her.

Ginny sighed, turning around to wait for Colin Creevey to catch up. She smiled politely, not giving away the fact that what she really wanted to do was bolt in the opposite direction. "Hullo Colin."

"Alright, Ginny?" Colin greeted breathlessly. "We're the only Gryffindors in our year staying, so I thought it would only make sense for us to stick together." Colin looked up at her hopefully, Ginny being the nice person that she is, wasn't cruel enough to turn him down.

"Sure Colin," she replied weakly. "Lets get some breakfast." Colin grinned broadly and practically bounce into the Great Hall, a somber Ginny following.

It couldn't be him could it? Ginny thought panicked. He was after all the only person who really ever wanted to spend time with her. He was a nice guy and all, but he had the uncanny ability to get onto everyone's nerves. Ginny sat next to Colin who was waiting expectantly at the Gryffindor table. Every time she looked at his eager face her heart sunk a little bit more.

How can I know for sure? She thought desperately. Maybe if I drop a few hints...

Much to Ginny's relief, Kringle picked that moment to arrive, a small package in tow.

"Look Colin." Ginny pointed to the approaching owl. "That's my new owl, someone sent him to me yesterday. I would be eternally grateful to that person, if only I knew who they were." Ginny watched his face closely. She also berated herself for her hasty words.

Now what'll you do if it is him? Start gushing like a dolt, and melt at his feet?

Thankfully, Colin either didn't know what she was talking about, or was determined to act like it. "That was nice of them." Colin replied watching Kringle heading their table. To Ginny's surprise, and immediate amusement, Kringle swooped down, making sure to hit Colin square in the face with it's wing before landing.

"Ow!" Colin groaned, Ginny had to try hard not to laugh. Other residents of the table were laughing openly.

Ginny sucked in her breath when she saw what the owl had delivered. It was a small, neatly wrapped green package, along with the same green and gold envelope she had received yesterday. There was no name, but Kringle seemed to know that it was for her. Ginny sneaked a quick look around the table, but no one was even looking at her. Surely her secret Santa (for that is what she had started to refer to them as) would be watching to see her reaction. That is if they were even present.

What Ginny didn't realize was that her 'secret Santa' was indeed watching her, very closely at that. He had known the instant she had entered the Hall with that insufferable Creevy. Jealousy had enveloped him, a feeling he was definitely not used to, and did not welcome. It should be him she was coming down to breakfast with. It should be him she talked to so casually. It should be him she shared all her secrets, fears, joys, and problems.

He watched as she fed Kringle a piece of toast before heading out of the Great Hall with the package he'd sent her. His heart lifted at the sight of her looking at the owl so affectionately. He had wondered what she would make of his gifts, hopefully, she would feel the same way when he revealed himself to her.

Don't get ahead of yourself. He told himself firmly. That time was still quite a long ways away.

Ginny untied the parcel and headed out of the Hall, not bothering to answer Colin's inquiries of where she was going. She was oblivious to everything except the desire to be alone when she opened today's gift.

She had not expected another one, even though she was familiar with the song. The owl had been too much money as it is, that a person was going through all this trouble for her was unimaginable.

However there was no mistaking that particular envelope, it had to be from the same person.

Ginny closed herself in the empty charms classroom. She set the package down, and opened the envelope with shaky fingers. Once again, she found the small slip of parchment with the elegant writing adorning it.

On the second day of Christmas,

your true love gave to you

your favorite treats with a surprise or two.

Ginny let out the breath she had been holding, it was almost identical to yesterday, including absolutely no clue about the sender.

Your favorite treats... Ginny read the line over again. How does this guy know what my favorite treats are?

Ginny put the note into her pocket, and grabbed the palm sized gift box. Lifting the lid revealed to her two chocolate frogs.

How did he know... She thought dazed. Then again, everyone who knew her knew she had a bigger famous witch and wizard card collection than even Ron. That's the only thing she ever purchased off the trolley in the train when she had any money, and the people at Honeydukes had a few put aside for her each Hogsmeade weekend.

"I suppose it's pretty obvious..." She muttered to herself, opening one of the frogs to look at the card.

She popped the frog into her mouth before it could hop away, and closed her eyes in bliss. What would I do without chocolate? She thought dreamily. Her family had always been a tad bit concerned with her obsession with everything chocolaty, and the fact that she would spend all her savings on chocolate frogs whenever she got the chance.

"You know a girl needs to work to keep her figure!" Her mothers voice rang through her mind. "You'll be bigger than a whale if you keep it up." Ginny smiled at her mothers threat. She had luckily inherited the skinny genes in her family, like Ron, no matter what she ate she wouldn't gain a pound.

Despite her love of chocolate, Ginny almost choked the frog back up when she saw the witch that was waving at her from the card.

"Oh my..." She whispered. Staring up at her was one of the rarest collection cards. She knew no one who owned one, but surely her secret Santa couldn't have known what card was inside...?

She hastily grabbed for the other chocolate frog, tearing the package open, and staring disbelievingly at the other extremely rare wizard waving at her exuberantly.

"Unbelievable." She whispered dazed. Ron would have a fit when he showed him! She thought grinning madly. They had always had a little contest going on.

Ginny did a little jig in the classroom, before shoving the other frog into her mouth. She put her two new cards into her bag, along with the slip of parchment and headed out of the classroom.

On the way back to the common room, her thoughts drifted back to the person who could have possibly wanted to go through so much trouble for her.

I finally get noticed by someone, and I don't even know who they are. Ginny sighed, enjoying the last bit of chocolate melting on her tounge.

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