Title: Christmas Surprises

Chapter: Six – Gift Time!

Author: SnakeEyesHannah

Spoilers: OotP

Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving Harry Potter. This does all our favorite author, JK Rowling, bless her soul.

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Author's note: Sorry for the long delay in this chapter. I've been busy with being lazy and I've had a stroke of writer's block… So after this chapter I will need your suggestions on where to go! And also, as much as I appreciate all the reviews, it's not too fun only getting a 'good story'. I want 'why's! Why do you like it? What's good with it? Why was it bad? Why did it need more descriptions or dialogue? Get the idea…?

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Harry woke up with a start. He opened his eyes to find the blurred outline of Ron sitting on the other side of the dormitory. Rolling over to his left he took his glasses from the nightstand and saw that Ron was smiling widely. Harry wondered what woke him up and found Ron's pillow beside him.

"Merry Christmas sleepyhead", Ron greeted him as Harry crawled down to the foot of his bed. "Christmas gifts… Ah… The joy of Christmas. Nothing beats it, you know…"

Harry looked sleepy at his best friend. Ron was grinning stupidly, positively glowing for a mysterious reason. That he was rambling just made Harry more curious. "What have you been taking?" he asked Ron.

Ron chose to ignore Harry's comment and pointed to the heap of neatly stacked presents at the foot of Harry's bed. Harry had of course already seen this and grabbed the gift on the top. It seemed like Molly Weasley liked knitting Harry the same type of sweaters she gave her children. This year Harry's sweater was dark green with a golden Snitch on his right chest and little golden hearts at the hem.

"Why does she go through so much trouble doing yours and not her own children's?" Ron sighed when Harry pulled the sweater on. He chose not to respond to this and grinned. Next package included Christmas-wishes from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Charlie and featured one of Molly's famously delicious apple pies. The traditional gifts from Ron (Quidditch-related, as usual), Hermione (a book, of course, but she was learning what Harry wanted), Dobby the house-elf (a pair of very miss-matched socks of a bright color) and Hagrid were quickly placed along with the pie.

"You have one more, mate", Ron pointed out when Harry, smiling madly, crawled out of bed, heading for the dresser to get dressed. Harry spun surprised around. "You do", Ron said when Harry gave him a look of 'yeah, right'. He pointed to Harry's trunk.

"Who's it from?" Harry wondered out loud when he spotted the small, simply wrapped gift placed on his trunk.

"How should I know?" Ron replied. Harry shook his head and picked the little box up. There was a note attached to it and Harry unfolded it.

Merry Christmas, Harry!

I hope you like it. It's not something big or special,

but I thought you'd like it. Made it myself…

Love; Ginny

Harry smiled and felt oddly loved when he read the note. He didn't know Ginny had gotten him a present, let alone made it herself. She had only given him one present in the past, one on his birthday two years ago. He put aside the note and turned his attention to the box in his hand. He quickly ripped the red paper off it and opened the lid.

"What is it?" Ron asked impatiently from his bed. Harry tore his gaze away from the gift and looked confused at Ron. "Who. Is. It. From?" Ron elaborated, sounding like he was talking to a child.

"Ginny", Harry said. Ron frowned; he had picked up on the tone in Harry's voice. It was confusing him, Harry had pronounced Ginny's name soft, almost like he wanted to feel how the name tasted.

"And what is it?" he asked.

Harry slowly lowered his hand towards the box. He barely touched it and quickly removed his hand. He got a concentrated look on his face and bent down to get a closer look. Once again he slowly reached out to grab the thing in the box. Ron jumped down from his bed, getting frustrated that his best friend couldn't just pick up the item and show him. When he got closer he looked at Harry's face. He seemed fascinated by the item in question and Ron turned his attention to the box. His eyes grew wider when he saw what it was…

…A perfect model of Harry on his Firebolt. Entirely made of gold. The expression on the miniature Harry was extraordinary. It was flying around on a perfect model of a Quidditch pitch. When model-Harry opened his palm, something extremely tiny fluttered quickly out, swirling around model-Harry's head.

Harry remembered when this was from, he could tell from the look on miniature-Harry's face. He had only felt that happy twice in his life. Once when Sirius told him he was his godfather and the other time was when he won the Quidditch cup for Hogwarts previous year. There had been a sort of tournament in Quidditch, much like the Triwizard Tournament, against Beaubaxton and Durmstrang. Harry had been appointed Seeker for Hogwarts, much to Malfoy's displeasure, and he had caught the Snitch under both the other school-Seeker's noses. Hogwarts had won the entire cup, mostly thanks to Harry's brilliant performance as Seeker.

The fact that Ginny had made this to him blew Harry away. It stated that Ginny knew him more than he knew she did and that she actually paid attention to the games.

"Wow…" Ron's voice snapped Harry back into reality.

"Very much so", Harry breathed.

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Ginny smiled cheerfully at Hermione as she walked into the common room. She was extremely happy today. Not only had she dared to give Harry's present to him, but she had actually received one in return. She was already dressed in a white, zip-up sweater over a casual shirt, jeans and with her favorite slippers on. Something sparkled under the sleeve in the light of the fire. Hermione smiled warmly at her.

"Merry Christmas", she greeted the redhead.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione", Ginny said happily and sank down in the couch with a satisfied sigh. Hermione looked at her, eyebrow raised in question, a smile playing in the corner of her mouth. "I love Christmas", Ginny declared.

"Anything special about this Christmas?" Hermione asked. She knew Ginny loved Christmas, but something was different this year, she could tell. Ginny seemed happier, sort of.

"Oh, you know, everyone is alive and well, I gave Harry his gift, and there's no Voldemort to worry about", Ginny said cheerfully.

"You did?" Hermione squealed, ignoring the first and last reason for Ginny's happiness. "That's fantastic, Gin! He's going to love it!" she reassured her friend with a smile.

"Do you really think so?" Ginny asked nervously. Despite Ginny's new confidence she was very insecure when it came to Harry. Hermione nodded reassuring.

"Of course he will", her reply came simply. Her look got curious and she leaned closer to her best friend. "How did you make it?" she asked, her eyes twinkling.

"Why?" Ginny asked. "Want to make something similar for a special brother of mine?" Ginny laughed as Hermione blushed a deep shade of red any Weasley would be proud of. "When are you going to save our ears and tell Ron how you feel and go off snogging him?" she asked, loving the reaction she got. To her amusement Hermione blushed even more, almost as much as Ginny could, and the brunette hid her smile in her hands.

"Don't change the subject!" Hermione's muffled voice came.

Ginny giggled at her friend. "Fine", she agreed.

"So how did you do it?" Hermione asked as soon as her face had got its normal color back and Ginny's laugh had subdued somewhat.

"I got a bit of help from McGonagall and professor Flitwick", Ginny confessed. Ignoring Hermione's surprised look she continued; "I hadn't found anything really good for Harry and still had a couple of Galleons left", she told Hermione. "I've saved two every year since I was seven, in case of emergency, and since no emergency had occurred and I was short on gifts I though now was the best time as ever to spend them. So McGonagall showed me a few helpful spells I could use after promising not to use them for anything else. I melted the Galleons together and formed them… And then with Flitwick's help I charmed it so it wouldn't stop moving!" she finished. Hermione looked very impressed.

"Amazing!"

Ginny blushed. "Well, it's really nothing huge. I mean, a first year could do it!" she tried to wave Hermione's compliment off.

"Stop it, Gin!" Hermione forced. Her expression changed to the softer again. "Has Harry given you anything?"

Ginny got a mischievous look in her eyes and nodded. A pleased smile traced her lips as she held out her hand toward Hermione, the sleeve of her white shirt pushed up. Hermione gasped and grabbed Ginny's wrist.

"It's gorgeous!" she exclaimed, fingering on Ginny's bracelet. It sparkled and shimmered in the light of the fire. Ginny was secretly in awe with the bracelet. It was without a doubt the most beautiful present she had ever received. "Did Harry actually give you this?" Hermione seemed to doubt Ginny's words.

"Yes he did", she replied. "In a nice little box with a card saying 'Merry Christmas, Ginny. Hope you like this. Love; Harry'" she told Hermione, seeing the card in her mind.

"Why is your brother so thick?" Hermione suddenly sighed. Ginny giggled, earning a light slap on the arm by Hermione. "I'm serious. When will he realize I want something else than book?"

"You mean Ron himself?" Ginny suggested, jumping off the couch, running around the common room, squealing and laughing, Hermione in tow, laughing and throwing curses Ginny's way.

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