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Chapter Two: It Helps to Talk

I woke up to Ginny's voice whispering in my ear. "Merry Christmas, 'Mione." I groaned. I completely forgot that it was Christmas! "Let's go down to the common room and see what we got!" I sat up and wiped the drowsiness out of my eyes. "What time is it, Gin?" "I dunno, but I want to get there before anybody else!" Typical Ginny. Always excited about Christmas. Particularly, Christmas presents.

"I swear, Ginny, sometimes I can't tell whether you're a 5th year or a 2nd year! You can be so childish sometimes!" I don't really care sometimes though... I added silently.

Ginny raced down the stairs to the Christmas tree, which must have been put up and decorated sometime between 1 and 8 AM (A/N: I know, she didn't know what time it was, but she snuck a glance out the window and figured that it was around 8). She giggled and beckoned me to follow. I yawned and walked down the stairs. "Let's open our presents for each other first!" she said when I got to the bottom. I grinned. I knew that she would love her present from me. I handed her the package which was wrapped neatly and had a little tag with her name on one side and my name on the other in my handwriting. She must suspect what it is, I thought. What else comes in such a long package?

"Here's yours," said Ginny, breaking both the silence and my train of thought. She handed me a rectangular package that I immediately realized to be a book. "On the count of three. One... two... three!" We both opened our packages. Sure enough mine was a book entitled Variations on the Love Potion. Shoot! I thought. She must be able to read minds or something! Ginny was staring in awe at her new broomstick. It was so shiny that it looked like glass, so smooth that it felt like plastic. I knew that it was made of wood. Well, partially wood.

"What's it made of?" she asked after the initial shock. "Well, the handle is made of a combination of ash wood and amethyst," I said. "Amethyst?" "Yes. There is a charm to melt wood, you know. The makers of this broom used that charm, along with melted amethyst to make the handle." "What's the tail made of?" she asked, obviously turning her attention to the twig-like tail, which was slightly darker but still had the same luster and smoothness. "I think that it's made with wood and amethyst, just like the handle, but I'm not sure what kind of wood." Ginny suddenly turned her attention back to the handle, this time to the very front of it.

"There's an inscription on it! 'To Ginny, for being a great friend and a great quidditch player. I hope this comes in handy someday. Hermione.' ... You... you think I'm a great quidditch player?" "Of course I do! I've seen you at it! Remember, you replaced Harry as a seeker last year! And if I know anything, I know that your brothers are going to be so jealous," I said with a wink. "Oh, by the way, did you want to talk to me?" I said, remembering what she had said to me the previous night. Ginny looked up and nodded. "Yeah. I'm having problems. I thought that you would be a good person to talk to.

"You see, Neville broke it off with me. He just said, 'Ginny, I don't think we're going to work out,' and walked off. It makes me feel terrible. It was short but I feel like I did something wrong." Tears were visibly welling up in her eyes. Before I knew what I was doing, I was holding her in a tight embrace. "Ginny... I know that you couldn't have done anything wrong. You're such a good friend to me. Why did he do it?" "I don't know. I cared about him and I thought he cared about me. I must have thought wrong." She buried her face into my shoulder. "I've tried with three guys already. Maybe I should just give up..." "No, Ginny. Don't give up. I'm sure you can find someone..." She looked at me and I suddenly realized how beautiful her eyes were.

"I'm having problems with my feelings too, now that I think about it..." I said. "I don't know what I want. I hardly even care what I get anymore. I guess I'd like something interesting, something exotic. I might even be considering-" "just remember that in love, some things don't matter," she interrupted. "Thanks, Ginny," I said. "You're welcome, and thank you."

A/N: Thanks again, all who reviewed! Again, reviews would be nice!