Meanwhile with Ginny....
Ginny laid on her bed thinking of Harry and how he'd be gone for two weeks in Paris being chatted up by a snobby Veela and her friends.
It didn't help that she was left alone with her five brothers since Hermione had gone to visit Krum in Bulgaria.
Ginny sighed miserably and wished she's stayed at Hogwarts this year since there wasn't anything of real interest to have brought her home.
Well, actually it had been the thought that Harry was staying over. But now it would be a boring holiday.
She looked out the window that over looked the paddock and spotted Harry and Ron playing Quidditch while Fred and George followed Percy and Penelope around the garden.
She sat on the window seat and watched as Harry scored with the Quaffle. She was really going to miss him.
An owl flew in through the open window and dropped a letter into her lap.
It was from her friend Amy who lived in a Muggle town up north. She was wondering if Ginny wanted to stay over there for the holidays.
Ginny smiled. Finally she had a way out.
She wrote a reply and sent it with the owl straight away. She began to re pack her trunk and looked down into the paddock again.
She was going to have a great time and not even think about Harry. That'd show him she wasn't some pathetic love struck forth year.
With Harry and Ron...
Harry looked towards the house while Ron went to retrieve the Quaffle and saw Ginny sitting on a window seat looking miserable.
She looked like she regretted coming home for Christmas and would rather be at Hogwarts.
An owl appeared out of nowhere and Harry watched as the owl flew in through the open window.
Ginny smiled as she read the letter and he felt happy for her. But he was now beginning to regret accepting Fleur's offer.
"Hey Harry! Earth to Harry!" said Ron waving a hand in front of his face.
"What? Oh sorry got a bit distracted," said Harry tearing his gaze away from the window where Ginny was now repackaging her trunk.
"Yeah you were! With my sister! Honestly anyone would think you like her." sighed Ron throwing the Quaffle at Harry.
"Why, what ever gave you that idea?" asked Harry snatching a quick glance back at Ginny before continuing to play.
Two hours later...
Ginny heard some one down stairs and quickly grabbed the letter she'd got from Amy.
She ran down stairs to find her parents putting up the decorations with Bill and Charlie's help.
"Hello Gin. Want to help?" asked Bill who was stood on a chair charming tinsel to the wall.
"Actually I just wanted to talk to Mum." said Ginny.
Mrs Weasley picked up a few decorations and walked into the kitchen with Ginny behind.
"So what do you want to talk to me about dear?" asked Mrs Weasley as she arranged some fireflies around the kitchen.
"Is it OK if I go to Amy's tomorrow?" asked Ginny.
"Sure. Of course it is." smiled Mrs Weasley standing back and watching the fire flies shining brightly.
"Thanks Mum." Ginny smiled before kissing Mrs Weasley on the cheek and running up to her room.
Harry and Ron traipsed into the kitchen their brooms over their shoulders and Ron holding the Quaffle under his other arm.
"Oh look at the state of you two!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley pulling out strings of tinsel and throwing them over a spice rack.
"We know mum. Anyway we need some sleep." said Ron.
Harry faked a large yawn.
"Of course dear. We'll need to start packing your luggage tomorrow." said Mrs. Weasley throwing the empty box onto the kitchen table.
Ron and Harry nodded before running up the sitars.
Harry was making his way passed Ginny's room when he heard her muttering...
"I'll show him! I don't need him to have a good time, I won't mope over the fact he's seeing some dumb empty headed veela and i won't miss his irresistible emerald eyes."
Harry frowned, not under standing what she meant.
He walked up the stairs to Ron's room, empty handed, his broom on the floor out side Ginny's door.
Harry changed for bed and lay on the camp bed looking up at the ceiling where the ghoul in the attic was rattling pipes and growling.
Ron had borrowed Harry's Chudley cannons book and watched as the chasers flew in formation onto the pitch for a match against the Wimbourne wasps.