"What did you come to tell me?" asked Ron.

"That I-I..."

"What?" He gently put his hand on hers which was on the table.

Hermione looked at him in the eyes. "That I love you." She whispered. Everyone fell silent.

"Y-you what?"

"I love you Ron."

"Then why, why…Eric…"

"I can explain that." Eric said, softly but boldly.

Everyone looked at him, and Hermione's eyes were filled with tears.

"We aren't really going out. We only did that to make you guys, Ron and Megan, jealous. Megan, I can't hide it from you any longer…I-"

Megan threw her arms around him. "For the past week, I've relised that it's you…not Ron, you that I want to be with she sobbed.  Eric held her, and she cried into his shoulder.  Ron still had his hand on Hermione's. "Hermione. I have been jelous for so long…" He kissed her.

Ginny gagged, she saw her brother kiss someone. Megan looked at Harry and Ginny.

"What?" they asked.

"You are the only two here who haven't admitted your feelings for each other…"

Ginny stopped breathing.

"What?" Harry asked. "No way. Just…no."

"That's right!" Ron said. "I'd have to pound him to a pulp if he laid a finger on Ginny!"

"That's a shame." Megan said. "They would make such a cute couple…"

"MEGAN!"

"Fine, Fine…"

It was about one month later.  Hermione and Ron's relationship was stronger than ever, and they spent many nights alone together by the fire in the common room, leaving Harry by himself.

            Harry would spend all these nights with Ginny, causing them to grow closer than they really knew.  Not just as friends, but something more, and they did not really realise it yet.  Ginny would spend every day looking forward to nightfall when she could spend hours hanging out with Harry.  There was no denying in her heart now that she loved him.  It had scared her at first. She tried to convince her self it was not love, she was too young.  But 'like', 'infatuation', and 'fancy' did not seem to fit. 'Love' did.  She remembered a year ago, looking into his eyes and thinking 'I love him so much.' She had finally stopped trying to convince herself it was not love, and accepted it.  She knew now he would be the only one she would ever love, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

            A month later, Ginny noticed Harry staring at a girl reading a book by the fire.  She looked into his eyes, and saw the way he was looking at that girl. Jadyn Smith. Everyone loved her. She was the most popular girl in Hogwarts, she had no enemies.  To put it short, she was perfect.  She was never mean to anyone, she was perfectly nice, she also had a great sense of humor, was very talented in singing and acting, and was very smart, and Honorary Prefect.  She was also very pretty.  No wonder Harry liked her.  She was so perfect.  Ginny began to feel sick at this.

            "I-I don't feel well," she said to Harry, getting up.

            Harry snapped out of his revere. "What?" He asked, throwing a last glance at Jadyn.

            "I feel really sick." She said softly, trying her hardest not to cry.

            "Do you want to see Madam Pomfrey?"

            "No, I'll just go to bed." Ginny turned to leave.

            Jadyn looked up from her book. "Are you okay, Ginny?" She asked, getting up, at 5"5', standing 3 inches taller than Ginny, with her bark brown hair with slight curls flowing down her back.

            "Umm, yeah." Jadyn was just so nice, kind, and gentle…Ginny ran to her dormitory, and flung her self onto her bed, and began to cry. Tears poured down her face, her body shaking violently.  All happiness had gone from her.  Ice grew through her veins.

            "Are you okay?" her friend Amanda asked, coming in.

            Ginny could not answer through the river of tears.  Amanda then began to understand, this was about Harry.

            "It's okay, Ginny," said Amanda, sitting on Ginny's bed, rubbing her back friendly. "You'll find someone else."

            "No, I won't." Ginny managed to sob.

            Amanda knew this too, so she did not say anything, but gave Ginny a hug.  Ginny cried for the next few hours, her tears finally stopping.  She lay awake all night, completely miserable.  Why did Jadyn have to be so perfect?

            The next day was the first day of winter break, and she was going back to the Burrow. Harry was invited.

            'Great, just great.' Ginny thought. 'More time with the guy I love, who is falling over Jadyn.'

Ginny stood glumly by the common room, waiting for Harry and her brother's with her trunk. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Harry talking to Jadyn. She sighed.

"So, ready to go home?" Ron asked Ginny, walking over to her. "Too bad we can't stay at Hogwarts..."

"Meaning you and Hermione could stay and-"

"Shut up, she's going home too."

"Yeah, whatever..." she trailed off, looking at Harry again.

"Oy, Harry! We got to go!" Ron called.

Harry said a quick good-bye to Jadyn, and came over.

"So, what's up with your and Jadyn?" Fred teased.

Harry blushed. "Nothing."

"Suuure…" said George, "We believe you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Let's just get to the train. My first Christmas with a whole family, even though it's not mine. The Dursley's wouldn't let me celebrate with them."

Ginny looked up at him, she wanted to be the one who was there for him, who would catch him when he fell, "Well, then we will have to make this the greatest Christmas ever." She said.

Harry grinned, "Thanks."

The six of them, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George all exited  the Gryffindor common room, and made their way down to the entrance, where carriages would take them to the train.

****

They got on to the train a shirt while later, Fred and George going off in search of Lee Jordan, and the other four went to find an empty compartment.

They just got settled in, when Jadyn, with her trunk, knocked on the door. "Excuse me, do you mind? Everywhere else is full (where have we heard that line before? *coughronncough*) All my friends are off with their boyfriends or something, I don't want to know…"

"Sure!" Harry said quickly. "We don't mind at all, do we?" Before they could answer, Harry continued. "Nope, we definitely don't."

"Great," she sat down across from Harry, and smiled.

Ginny looked out the window, and the train started to move. 'This is going to be a long ride.'

Ginny stared out the window the whole time, silent tears streaming down her cheek, which she could not fight back, 'How could I be so stupid?' She thoughts. 'Thinking I had a chance with him, as if! He will never feel the same way about me…and now he likes Jadyn. Only a fool would get over her, only a fool would get over Harry, I can't take this…'  The tears transformed in to sobs, and she curled up in a little ball on the chair, crying to herself, not wanting everyone to he her cry.

Ginny cried herself to sleep. The next thing she knew, they had arrived at Platform 9 ¾, and Harry was shaking her awake.  She groggily looked up at him, and when she saw it was Harry shed screamed and fell of the chair.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked, helping her up.

"Uhh, yeah…" Ginny said.

"Good, let me get that for you." He grabbed her trunk, and swung it over his shoulder. He was already carrying Jadyn's and his own. Ginny shook her head, that boy was sweet and strong, but also nuts. Carrying three trunks? She laughed and followed him out of the compartment.

She found her parents on the platform, and was immediately enloped in a big hug by her mother.

"M-mum! Y-y-you chocking me!" she croaked.

"Oh, sorry dear." Mrs. Weasley let go. "I am so happy to see you! It's the first time you guys are coming home from Christmas, and the first time in years the family will be together! I am just so happy! I want everything to be perfect…"

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"How's my favorite little sister?" Charlie said, coming over, and picking her up.

"Fine! If you put me down!"

They were starting to attract stares.

"Fine." He did just that, he put her down. Actually, he dropped her.

"OW!" she yelped.

She got up, and hit Charlie playfully on the arm.

"Now, children. Stop that." Mrs. Weasley scolded.

"Sure mum," Ginny said, walking over to the car. They had gotten another Ford Angelina, it was quite a site to see so many people and trunks all pile comfortably into one small car.

When they arrived back at the Burrow, it was decorated wonderful for Christmas. The house was brightened with lights, decorative reindeer running around the yard, and much more. Inside the house, there was a cozy feeling, and a Christmas tree was in the corner, with several huge boxes of decorations.

"I was thinking we could decorate the Christmas tree as a family!" Mrs. Weasley said, excitedly. "Now everyone, was up and get settled. Dinner is at six. With that, she immediately went into the kitchen to cook.

Harry and Ron ran up the stairs as fast as they could with their trunks to the top floor. The swung open the door, and stepped inside.  Harry looked around the familiar surroundings of orange walls with Quidditch players, The Chuddly Cannons, Ron's favorite team, zooming around.

"Home sweet home," Ron said, swinging his trunk onto his bed, causing it to sag.

            At six, Mrs. Weasley called everyone down to dinner. When they arrived in the dinning room, there was another Weasley who had not been there that morning.

"Bill!" Ginny cried, rushing toward him.

"Hey there, Lil Sis!" He gave her a big hug, and grinning, she sat down next to him. 

Harry and Ron came in late.  The only seats were next to Hermione and Ginny.  Ron quickly sat next to Hermione.  Ginny turned red when she relised she and Harry would be sitting next to each other.  She gave a small nervous smile as he sat down.  He smiled at her, and thought 'Gosh, she's cute…not just cute looking, but the way she ac-NO! Ron's sister! Focus…Jadyn. Jadyn...' Because of these sudden thoughts, Harry missed the chair when he tried to sit down, and landed on the floor with a huge 'THUMP!'

That sent everyone into laughter, causing Harry to blush and glare.  The blush receded as he sat down next to Ginny.  

"I think we will decorate the Christmas tree tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said, trying to get the attention away from Harry.

The table was filled with ear-splitting cheers. But then a silence came over when Harry spoke up.

"I've never decorated a Christmas tree before."

It was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Ron's mouth was wide open, the hand holding his spoon inches away from his mouth was frozen. "Y-you've never decorated a Christmas tree before?"

"The Dursley's wouldn't let me…they didn't let me participate in Christmas at all. The best present I eve got was an old sock."

"You've never had a stocking?" Bill asked, sympathetically.

"Nope."

"So, when you were little, you never believed in Santa Clause?" Ginny asked him.

"Who?"

"WHAT?"

"Who's Santa Clause?"

"ONLY THE BEST DUDE EVER!" Ron burst out.  "He brings us present every Christmas Eve and-"

"Is a fat man with a big beard in a red suit…" Said George.

"And has elves build toys. His a wizard, you know…the muggles ripped us off." Said Fred.

"He's gotta be a wizard if he can go to millions of houses in one night!" Ron said.

"Ron, you do realize Santa isn't real, right?" Ginny asked.

"HE IS! AND I'LL PROVE IT TO YOU!" Ron shouted.

Everyone was silent for a moment, then burst out in laughter.

"What? WHAT?!"

"Ron, you fool…" wheezed Charlie through laughter.

"FINE!" Ron got up and left the table, and everyone stared at him as he went.

"Hey…I got an idea," Fred said, mischievously.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

All of them leaned in, and Fred whispered it to them.

"Wicked!" Harry grinned.

"We just need to get the supplies…" Fred said.

"Yeah, I know a muggle shop we can go to." Said Harry.

"Perfect!" exclaimed George.

The next few days, the four of them, Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George, planned their little surprise for Ron.

It was finally Christmas Eve, and they had a wonderful Christmas dinner.  It was bedtime, and Ron was very excited about Santa.

"Calm down Ron, you can prove to us that you are right," Harry said, with a knowing grin.

Around midnight, Ron, George, Harry, and Ginny snuck downstairs.

Ron was to excited to notice Fred was not there.

A very odd looking Santa was standing with a bag by the tree.  You could see his mischevious grin in the moonlight, it was Fred. As the crept down the stairs, noone noticed the thump on the roof, or the rustling coming from the chimney.  Ron say Fred's form, and immedietly got excited. Then they heard a loud thump, followed by a smaller one.  All five heads looked toward the chimney, and gasped.

There was Santa, in the flesh, with a very large bag of toys.  A small elf was standing beside him, wearing a green cap.

"Dobby?!" Harry exclaimed.

Dobby jumped. "M'ester Potter, M'ester Wealseys, and Miss Weasley should be inbed! They should."

"I-I-"

"SANTA!" Ron screamed, running at him.

"Ho, ho, ho little boy, you should be in bed, no presents for little ones who aren't a sleep."

"But I've always wanted to meet you!"

"You must go to bed, there's a good lad…"

~*~

"Dobby, what are you doing here?" Harry asked curiously.

"Dobby works for Santa now!"

"Wow…that's umm, intesti-uh, cool…"

"Thank you, good kind sir. But sirs and miss but be off to bed now, Santa must be kept secret." Dobby smiled, all five of them went to bed, Fred hiding in embarrassment from his costume, and Ron being dragged away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~6 A.M. Christmas Day~*~*~*~*~*~

"Wake up, Harry! Presents!" Ron cried, throwing a pillow at his friend.

"Ugh, it's too early…" Harry moaned, rolling over.

"GET UP, YOU GREAT OAF!" Ron yelled, pulling Harry by his feet out of bed.

"Fine!" Harry growled.

"Umm…don't kill me! Uh, presents!" With that, Ron ran out of the room.

Harry rolled is eyes and followed. On the way down, he bumped into Ginny.

"Oh, sorry." She said softly, not looking at him.

'When did she get so beautiful?' Harry asked himself, as he looked at her. He mentally slapped himself.

"Umm, excuse me…." Ginny said, trying to get past him.

"Oh, uhh…sorry…" Harry blushed.

Ginny looked up. "Oh, mistletoe."

Harry grinned, but turned red all the same.

"I'm going to kill Fred and George…" She muttered.

Harry laughed, and emotions taking over, leaned in.  Ginny stopped breathing.

"GOOOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!" yelled George, joyfully, jumping down the stairs.

Ginny cursed under her breath. They just have to ruin everything….

They went downstairs to find Ron ripping open presents, and a very red Harry and Ginny did not say anything.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was they day the returned to Hogwarts, and Harry was looking around Platform 9 ¾.

"Who are you look for, Harry?" Ginny asked him.

"Oh, no one….just Jadyn."

"Oh, ok…"

"Tell me if you see her."

"Uh, sure…" Ginny felt her heart ripped in half. Why her? Why Jadyn? What was with that moment under the mistletoe?

A shout from Harry broke her thoughts "JADYN!" he called. "OVER HERE!"

She saw him, and smiled and walked over.

"Aren't you worried you come off as an idiot?" Ron asked.

"What do you mean?" Harry said.

"It's so obvious you like her, and you are so dorky about it…"

"Oh shut up. Go snog Hermione or something."

Ron turned red, causing Harry to smirk.

'Quick! Get on to the train!" Mr. Weasley rushed forward, apparently out of no where, urging them to go.

"But we are waiting for someo-"

"Find them on the train! There is no time! Hurry!"

"What is going on?"

"Just go! I need to warn everyone!"

Mr. Weasley pointed his wand at himself, and muttered 'sonorus.' "EVERYONE, GET ON TO THE TRAIN! NOW! FOR YOUR OWN SAFTEY! MEET UP WITH YOUR FRIENDS ON THE TRAIN!" His voiced boomed, echoing around the platform. "GO! NO TIME FOR QUESTIONS!"

Everyone rushed on to the train, which started off. Harry looked out the window, and saw all the adults had their wands drawn. He knew what happened. Death Eater attack.