My Christmas Wish
By
Dancing Jennifer
Author's Note- Hey everybody! Thanks so much for your reviews! I'd like to thank * Rena * HnHreva, Peachie1st, giggling_gal_sim, and LizE, who reviewed. Keep reviewing!
This is only going to be 2 chapters, for all you people out there who want it to be more.
*
Greeting cards have all been sent
The Christmas rush is through
But I still have one wish to make
A special one for you
*
Like I said before, I'm not very good at good-byes.
That's why I'm sitting on my bed, at home, at 2:00 in the morning watching reruns of 'I Love Lucy' with a box of tissues by my side, all of them being used up.
All because I miss Harry.
My hair's a mess- the attempt in straightening it this morning - or should I say yesterday morning? - Did not work. My hair is now half straight and half curly. Beautiful.
I'm wearing one of Harry's old sweaters and my own pair of sweatpants. Harry's sweater is far too big for me and hangs down to my mid-thigh. The collar is very low, too low for my liking, but I really don't care right now. One shoulder is hanging off my shoulder. Like I said, it's big.
I turn off the TV and gather up my tissues and head towards the head of the bed. I curl under the covers and put the tissues on the nightstand and hug my pillow. I pull the collar of Harry's sweater over my nose and fall asleep.
*
Merry Christmas, darling
We're apart, that's true
But I can dream
And in my dreams
I'm Christmasing with you
*
I wake up the next day with the sun shining through my windows. It's obviously the late morning because music is playing, which means my mother's cleaning. I crawl out of bed and put on the robe that's hanging on the back of my door. At least I had accomplished one thing yesterday - putting away my things.
I pull on the slippers because my mother insisted on the entire downstairs, except for the kitchen, to be done in hardwood floors. The kitchen is done in tile. It's quite a shock on a cold winter morning for my feet.
I plod down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. My mother is humming along with the Christmas music as she does the dishes when she turns around to see me.
"Why hello, Hermione. Glad to see you're up. There's some pancakes in the oven I've kept warm for you." My mother says.
I walk over to the cabinet and pull out a glass. I walk over to the refrigerator and fill the glass with orange juice. I set it down on the table and take out my pancakes.
In case you haven't noticed, my mother and I haven't exactly received Best Mother and Daughter Relationship Award. We're not really on friendly terms. She was against my going to Hogwarts to becoming a wizard - she still is. Not as much though, since she's met Mr. Weasly, but it's there.
"Where's Dad?" I ask.
"He's at the office, finishing up some patients before the holidays begin. He's closed the office for tomorrow, Friday, and the entire weekend. So I was thinking we'd go up and visit your grandmother. How's that sound?" "Fine." I reply.
She walks out of the kitchen and I hear her ascending the stairs, probably to clean my parents' bathroom. I finish the pancakes and leave the plate in the sink filled with water and walk out.
I shower, fix my hair and get dressed and go back downstairs, bringing one of my school books to read just to piss my mother off. I sit down on the couch when the door opens up. Dad's home.
"Where's my girl at?" He yells.
"Right here, Dad. How was your day?" I ask, giving him a hug.
"Fine, fine. And yours?"
"Quiet." I answer.
He nods. "I have to go see your mother about something, but I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay." I say. He kisses the top of my head and walks off.
I try to sit back down and read but thoughts of Harry cloud my mind. Harry's eyes. Harry's kisses. Running my hands through Harry's hair. His hugs. My hands travel up to my neck where the necklace Harry gave me lie on my collarbone. I clasp it tightly, grab my book and run up to my room. I really just need to be alone right now. With my thoughts. And Harry.
*
Holidays are joyful
There's always something new
But every day's a holiday
When I'm near to you
*
"Hermione, open up!" I hear Dad's voice say.
"No!" I say back.
"Come on, baby girl, we'll work this through. Now what's wrong? Why did you fly past mother and I in the hallway and lock this door? And why are you refusing to come to dinner?"
I say nothing. Once again I'm dressed in Harry's-too-big-for-me sweater and my sweatpants, tissues by my side, underneath the covers.
Get a grip on yourself, I thought. You can't stay under the covers forever. Face it. You're going to have to leave Christmas Dinner here, disappoint Mother once more, and go to the Burrow to see Harry. For the entire Christmas holiday.
"Daddy.." I found myself saying. I haven't said that in years.
I can almost hear Dad smiling from outside the door. "What, baby girl?"
I walk to the door and turn the handle. "Boy problems, Daddy." I say.
He embraces me in a hug and leads me to the bed. "What kind of boy problems, honey?"
"My boyfriend that I've told you about, Harry? Remember him, Dad? You met him at the end of last year?"
"Yes, I remember him. Nice looking lad. Did he hurt you?"
"No Daddy.it's hard to explain. I miss him. A lot. You've always said don't cry over a boy but I can't help myself. I need to see him. I'm going to the Burrow for the rest of the break. I'm sorry." I say firmly.
"Well, it's not like I wasn't expecting it. Pack your things. Send your - owl?" says Dad, leaving. "Correct. Err.. How exactly am I going to do this?" I mumble under my breath. As if by magic, Pig floated through the window.
"Pig!" I yell. "Perfect timing!" I untie the note from Ron and scan it.
Hermione,
Harry's very depressed without you. I'm sure you are too. I've asked Mum and she says you can stay over for the holidays if you'd like. Write back ASAP! We'll pick you up in the car.
Ron.
I beam and scribble back a note, saying I'd be there. I change and pack my bags, ready to go.
*
The lights on my tree
I wish you could see
I wish it every day
The logs on the fire
Fill me with desire
To see you and to say
That I wish you Merry Christmas
Happy New Year too
*
The car pulls up out front and I hurriedly kiss Dad goodbye, hugging Mother stiffly. She isn't happy about his, she isn't happy one bit.
"I'll write." I promise Dad.
"You better. I'll miss you so much, baby girl."
"Me too Dad, me too." I reply.
I climb in the car and wave goodbye as the car speeds away, Ron at the wheel.
"I've asked Mum to keep this a surprise. If Harry comes down while I've gone to fetch you, which I doubt he will, Mum will say that Ginny and I are throwing gnomes across the yard." He gestures to Ginny sitting in the back seat, who waves.
"In this weather?" I ask.
Ron shrugs. "That's what they made heating spells for."
We ride along - well, rather fly along - as Ron describes Harry's attitude. It sounds much like mine, minus the crying. He's been cooped up in his room, only coming down for meals. He hasn't been very responsive to anyone.
We pull in the driveway about 45 minutes later and I take a deep breath. Ron pulls my luggage out from the back and takes it inside.
"Mum!" Ron calls.
"In here!" I hear Mrs. Weasly call back.
We catch her hurriedly stuffing what resembles a Gilderoy Lockhart book behind the couch.
"Mum, I thought you stopped reading those! They're nothing but his lies! He's an all out skank, honestly Mum," Ron says. "Well, here's Hermione. I'm going to take her luggage up to Ginny's room."
"Thank goodness you're here," She says, embracing me. "Harry hasn't been himself lately. You really ought to see to him. He's the only one he opens up to."
"You coming?" Ron calls. I nod.
When I reach the top of the stairs, Ron shushes me. "I want this to be a surprise. Let me do the talking."
He walks up to his bedroom door and raps on the door. "Harry?" he calls.
I hear a muffled reply. "What Ron?"
"I've got someone here for you." Ron says near the door. He winks at me.
"Who could this be?" I hear him mutter and he flings open the door. His jaw drops open and he lets out some noise between a scream and gasp.
"Mione!" He says. He steps forward and embraces me.
"I'll just leave the two of you alone." Ron says and walks downstairs. Harry pulls me inside and shuts the door.
I finally realize what he's wearing: a sweater and boxers. I put my hand over my mouth to cover my giggle.
"What?" Harry says defensively. He looks down. "Oh." He grabs some sweats on the back of his bed and pulls them on. He sits down on the bed and pats the place next to him. I sit down.
"I've missed you." I say.
"Me too." He replies.
"So I've heard."
"Ron told you?"
"Yes."
"I don't blame him. I guess I wasn't being the greatest houseguest. In fact I was being a real jerk." He says.
"Well I've come to say so you don't have to worry about that." I say.
"And that's wonderful" He says.
He leans forward and kisses me. Heat spreads through my body and heats my toes.
*
I gaze up at the Christmas tree the Weasleys have in their living room and I feel hands slip around my waist and a chin resting on my shoulder.
"Hello Harry." I whisper.
"How'd you know?" He whispers in my ear, nuzzling my neck and pushing my back my hair with his nose to kiss my neck.
"I know your smell. I know your touch. I know you. Besides, I don't think anyone loves me as much as you do. Except for maybe my Dad." I giggle softly.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too." I reply, without hesitation.
He wraps his arms further around my waist and we gaze up at the Christmas tree together, both filled with such love it nearly made fireworks outside the Weasleys house.
*
I've just one wish
On this Christmas eve
I wish I were with you
I wish I were with you
Merry Christmas, darling
*
By
Dancing Jennifer
Author's Note- Hey everybody! Thanks so much for your reviews! I'd like to thank * Rena * HnHreva, Peachie1st, giggling_gal_sim, and LizE, who reviewed. Keep reviewing!
This is only going to be 2 chapters, for all you people out there who want it to be more.
*
Greeting cards have all been sent
The Christmas rush is through
But I still have one wish to make
A special one for you
*
Like I said before, I'm not very good at good-byes.
That's why I'm sitting on my bed, at home, at 2:00 in the morning watching reruns of 'I Love Lucy' with a box of tissues by my side, all of them being used up.
All because I miss Harry.
My hair's a mess- the attempt in straightening it this morning - or should I say yesterday morning? - Did not work. My hair is now half straight and half curly. Beautiful.
I'm wearing one of Harry's old sweaters and my own pair of sweatpants. Harry's sweater is far too big for me and hangs down to my mid-thigh. The collar is very low, too low for my liking, but I really don't care right now. One shoulder is hanging off my shoulder. Like I said, it's big.
I turn off the TV and gather up my tissues and head towards the head of the bed. I curl under the covers and put the tissues on the nightstand and hug my pillow. I pull the collar of Harry's sweater over my nose and fall asleep.
*
Merry Christmas, darling
We're apart, that's true
But I can dream
And in my dreams
I'm Christmasing with you
*
I wake up the next day with the sun shining through my windows. It's obviously the late morning because music is playing, which means my mother's cleaning. I crawl out of bed and put on the robe that's hanging on the back of my door. At least I had accomplished one thing yesterday - putting away my things.
I pull on the slippers because my mother insisted on the entire downstairs, except for the kitchen, to be done in hardwood floors. The kitchen is done in tile. It's quite a shock on a cold winter morning for my feet.
I plod down the stairs and walk into the kitchen. My mother is humming along with the Christmas music as she does the dishes when she turns around to see me.
"Why hello, Hermione. Glad to see you're up. There's some pancakes in the oven I've kept warm for you." My mother says.
I walk over to the cabinet and pull out a glass. I walk over to the refrigerator and fill the glass with orange juice. I set it down on the table and take out my pancakes.
In case you haven't noticed, my mother and I haven't exactly received Best Mother and Daughter Relationship Award. We're not really on friendly terms. She was against my going to Hogwarts to becoming a wizard - she still is. Not as much though, since she's met Mr. Weasly, but it's there.
"Where's Dad?" I ask.
"He's at the office, finishing up some patients before the holidays begin. He's closed the office for tomorrow, Friday, and the entire weekend. So I was thinking we'd go up and visit your grandmother. How's that sound?" "Fine." I reply.
She walks out of the kitchen and I hear her ascending the stairs, probably to clean my parents' bathroom. I finish the pancakes and leave the plate in the sink filled with water and walk out.
I shower, fix my hair and get dressed and go back downstairs, bringing one of my school books to read just to piss my mother off. I sit down on the couch when the door opens up. Dad's home.
"Where's my girl at?" He yells.
"Right here, Dad. How was your day?" I ask, giving him a hug.
"Fine, fine. And yours?"
"Quiet." I answer.
He nods. "I have to go see your mother about something, but I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay." I say. He kisses the top of my head and walks off.
I try to sit back down and read but thoughts of Harry cloud my mind. Harry's eyes. Harry's kisses. Running my hands through Harry's hair. His hugs. My hands travel up to my neck where the necklace Harry gave me lie on my collarbone. I clasp it tightly, grab my book and run up to my room. I really just need to be alone right now. With my thoughts. And Harry.
*
Holidays are joyful
There's always something new
But every day's a holiday
When I'm near to you
*
"Hermione, open up!" I hear Dad's voice say.
"No!" I say back.
"Come on, baby girl, we'll work this through. Now what's wrong? Why did you fly past mother and I in the hallway and lock this door? And why are you refusing to come to dinner?"
I say nothing. Once again I'm dressed in Harry's-too-big-for-me sweater and my sweatpants, tissues by my side, underneath the covers.
Get a grip on yourself, I thought. You can't stay under the covers forever. Face it. You're going to have to leave Christmas Dinner here, disappoint Mother once more, and go to the Burrow to see Harry. For the entire Christmas holiday.
"Daddy.." I found myself saying. I haven't said that in years.
I can almost hear Dad smiling from outside the door. "What, baby girl?"
I walk to the door and turn the handle. "Boy problems, Daddy." I say.
He embraces me in a hug and leads me to the bed. "What kind of boy problems, honey?"
"My boyfriend that I've told you about, Harry? Remember him, Dad? You met him at the end of last year?"
"Yes, I remember him. Nice looking lad. Did he hurt you?"
"No Daddy.it's hard to explain. I miss him. A lot. You've always said don't cry over a boy but I can't help myself. I need to see him. I'm going to the Burrow for the rest of the break. I'm sorry." I say firmly.
"Well, it's not like I wasn't expecting it. Pack your things. Send your - owl?" says Dad, leaving. "Correct. Err.. How exactly am I going to do this?" I mumble under my breath. As if by magic, Pig floated through the window.
"Pig!" I yell. "Perfect timing!" I untie the note from Ron and scan it.
Hermione,
Harry's very depressed without you. I'm sure you are too. I've asked Mum and she says you can stay over for the holidays if you'd like. Write back ASAP! We'll pick you up in the car.
Ron.
I beam and scribble back a note, saying I'd be there. I change and pack my bags, ready to go.
*
The lights on my tree
I wish you could see
I wish it every day
The logs on the fire
Fill me with desire
To see you and to say
That I wish you Merry Christmas
Happy New Year too
*
The car pulls up out front and I hurriedly kiss Dad goodbye, hugging Mother stiffly. She isn't happy about his, she isn't happy one bit.
"I'll write." I promise Dad.
"You better. I'll miss you so much, baby girl."
"Me too Dad, me too." I reply.
I climb in the car and wave goodbye as the car speeds away, Ron at the wheel.
"I've asked Mum to keep this a surprise. If Harry comes down while I've gone to fetch you, which I doubt he will, Mum will say that Ginny and I are throwing gnomes across the yard." He gestures to Ginny sitting in the back seat, who waves.
"In this weather?" I ask.
Ron shrugs. "That's what they made heating spells for."
We ride along - well, rather fly along - as Ron describes Harry's attitude. It sounds much like mine, minus the crying. He's been cooped up in his room, only coming down for meals. He hasn't been very responsive to anyone.
We pull in the driveway about 45 minutes later and I take a deep breath. Ron pulls my luggage out from the back and takes it inside.
"Mum!" Ron calls.
"In here!" I hear Mrs. Weasly call back.
We catch her hurriedly stuffing what resembles a Gilderoy Lockhart book behind the couch.
"Mum, I thought you stopped reading those! They're nothing but his lies! He's an all out skank, honestly Mum," Ron says. "Well, here's Hermione. I'm going to take her luggage up to Ginny's room."
"Thank goodness you're here," She says, embracing me. "Harry hasn't been himself lately. You really ought to see to him. He's the only one he opens up to."
"You coming?" Ron calls. I nod.
When I reach the top of the stairs, Ron shushes me. "I want this to be a surprise. Let me do the talking."
He walks up to his bedroom door and raps on the door. "Harry?" he calls.
I hear a muffled reply. "What Ron?"
"I've got someone here for you." Ron says near the door. He winks at me.
"Who could this be?" I hear him mutter and he flings open the door. His jaw drops open and he lets out some noise between a scream and gasp.
"Mione!" He says. He steps forward and embraces me.
"I'll just leave the two of you alone." Ron says and walks downstairs. Harry pulls me inside and shuts the door.
I finally realize what he's wearing: a sweater and boxers. I put my hand over my mouth to cover my giggle.
"What?" Harry says defensively. He looks down. "Oh." He grabs some sweats on the back of his bed and pulls them on. He sits down on the bed and pats the place next to him. I sit down.
"I've missed you." I say.
"Me too." He replies.
"So I've heard."
"Ron told you?"
"Yes."
"I don't blame him. I guess I wasn't being the greatest houseguest. In fact I was being a real jerk." He says.
"Well I've come to say so you don't have to worry about that." I say.
"And that's wonderful" He says.
He leans forward and kisses me. Heat spreads through my body and heats my toes.
*
I gaze up at the Christmas tree the Weasleys have in their living room and I feel hands slip around my waist and a chin resting on my shoulder.
"Hello Harry." I whisper.
"How'd you know?" He whispers in my ear, nuzzling my neck and pushing my back my hair with his nose to kiss my neck.
"I know your smell. I know your touch. I know you. Besides, I don't think anyone loves me as much as you do. Except for maybe my Dad." I giggle softly.
"I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too." I reply, without hesitation.
He wraps his arms further around my waist and we gaze up at the Christmas tree together, both filled with such love it nearly made fireworks outside the Weasleys house.
*
I've just one wish
On this Christmas eve
I wish I were with you
I wish I were with you
Merry Christmas, darling
*