A/N: Wow!! 20 reviews for this little fic!!! your replies will be up soon!!!

I know…you probably hate me, now. Especially for the looong delay on this last one-shot. I'm serious! It should seriously be a two-shot instead! But alas, I am very indecisive (check out my profile) so I've cut it down.

Disclaimer: I own nada…once again…I will soon, though! (Check my profile for updates again)

Alrighty then!…The last and final part of my Christmas gift to you!::::

SIMPLE CONVERSATIONS EQUAL COMPLICATED MEANINGS

"Geroff, Ron," Harry groaned as he felt his head being plummeted by a feather pillow. He got up with his head aching, but relieved that Ron finally stopped hitting him. Or so he thought.

Another swing came down and Harry looked angrily at the redhead before putting on his glasses. To his surprise, however, it was not Ron who was hitting him.

"Ginny?" he asked. Then he blushed, knowing full well that he didn't sleep with a shirt on, even if it was cold, "What are you doing here?" he asked while covering himself again with his sheets.

"To wake you up, of course," she laughed, "Put some clothes on. Ron and Hermione left early for who-knows-what they could be doing now," and she left Harry to change.

"So what are you doing here on Christmas morning? he asked as he finished, "Shouldn't you be out with your friends?" She walked back in and sat on Dean's bed.

"Harry, you know that I don't really spend time with my 'friends' (if you call them that); and Hermione asked me personally to stay with you throughout the day," she turned to look at him, "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, not at all," he stared back into the fire, "Actually, I'm getting tired of being a third wheel; I think it's a good change to have someone else with me for a while."

Ginny grinned, "Weird, though."

"How so?"

"Hermione asked me by whispering, as if it was a deep and dark secret to tell."

"Oh?"

She nodded, "If you ask me, that girl has been rather pushy about me spending time with you."

Harry coughed; he knew exactly why Hermione was doing this. Over the last few weeks, Hermione had been asking Harry about how he felt for the fiery redhead. Well, of course, her nagging really annoyed Harry so he finally told her the truth. Right after he did, Hermione had sprinted off with a huge grin on her face. Ever since then, Ron had been giving the pair (Harry and Ginny) weird looks and coughed whenever they arrived together. Hermione beamed at the pair while Harry would blush and Ginny would roll her eyes.

"Is there something you want to tell me, Harry?" she asked after a few moments of silence.

"Erm, no…why? Is there something you want to tell me?" he teased.

She rolled her eyes, "Open your presents, you git. I think I took your chance of opening them to yourself."

Harry grinned, "Just stay here, then and help me, why don't you."

She grinned back and sat on the floor with him, "Gods, you have a lot of presents!"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know half of whom they're from."

"Your fan club, I'm guessing," she laughed as Harry made a face.

After an hour of ripping and tearing apart the gift-wrap, they finally finished. Harry and Ginny stood back to admire their mess.

"Well," Ginny said, "I daresay Hermione won't be very pleased with this."

He grinned, "I second that thought."

She grinned back, "Let's go, already. I'm getting hungrier by the second!"

"Are you planning on going to Hogsmeade today?" Ginny asked him as they loaded their plates.

"Sure…why not? Coming with?" he asked back as he stuffed his face with scrambled eggs.

Ginny grinned, "Okay."

They finished eating and proceeded to the Entrance Hall. A small crowd of students made their way towards Filch as he allowed one party in each carriage.

"Harry," Ginny said as they were finally seated inside.

"Yes?"

"I haven't thanked you for your gift," she answered while pulling her V-neck sweater a little lower and pulled out the necklace Harry got her.

"Oh, well, you don't really have to," he blushed.

"I know that. I want to," she smiled up at him and looked at the charm again, "It's a beautiful necklace; and how did you know that yellow was my favorite color?"

"Is it?" Harry asked her jokingly.

She rolled her eyes, "No, Harry, I was just saying that because you're a really good guesser," she answered sarcastically.

Harry laughed and shrugged, "I just asked around."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

They got off and headed straight to Zonko's.

"I gave Fred and George one of this," Ginny pointed to what looked like a claw with daggers. She shrugged, "I don't know what it is exactly, but I trust them to figure it out by themselves."

He laughed, "I just gave them some fireworks so they could experiment. Maybe in the next few weeks we'll get something that'll shoot 'WWW' into the sky."

"Oh, that'd be interesting," she giggled.

"No, terrifying."

Dervish and Banges was next; they bought plenty of Pepper Imps and less Ice Mice. Harry took the liberty of paying for all of them, even if Ginny refused.

"Harry, you don't have to-"

"I know. I want to," he answered, echoing her words.

Ginny grinned up at him and said, "Thanks, Harry, it really means a lot."

"What, the candies?" he joked.

She scoffed, "You know what I mean. Thanks."

Harry grinned and waved her words aside.

They got into the Three Broomsticks and spotted Ron and Hermione conversing in low tones. They went to go sit with them, but Harry stopped suddenly and put his arm in front of Ginny.

"I don't think they want anybody to disturb them, right now," he muttered.

She grinned, "You're right."

They headed to another table on the opposite corner and ordered from the menu.

"Just a small pasta and Butterbeer, please, Madam Rosmerta," Ginny said, looking up from the selections.

"Same, I guess," Harry added.

"Not in the mood to choose today, Harry?" she teased as Madam Rosmerta went to get their orders

He shook his head, "I don't feel like looking through their 20 page menu right now."

Ginny laughed.

They talked about everything: Quidditch, classes, grades, the teachers, their fellow classmates, and even the weather. Harry felt happiness swell inside of him whenever he talked to Ginny about these things; it seemed as if every topic was interesting, even weather.

Having finally eaten their meal, they headed outside and just walked around.

"I think I regret the mistletoe incident last year," Harry nodded as Ron and Hermione emerged from an alley holding hands.

Ginny giggled, "You don't really. You just think it."

He grinned, "You're right."

She returned his smirk and they continued walking. Suddenly, she tripped and dropped on her knees.

"Are you all right?" He asked as he dropped next to her.

"Oh," she groaned and put a hand on her head, "I think it was the pasta…"

He put both hands on her shoulders, "Do you need to go back to the castle?

Ginny grinned, "You didn't let me finish."

Harry looked at her suspiciously, "What…"

"I think it was the pasta that's making me do this," and with that, she lifted two hands full of snow and threw it at him. Ginny squealed and ran off as Harry chased her with a huge smile on his face.

They stopped in front of the Shrieking Shack and Harry tackled her. Ginny fought back and soon they were wrestling on the ground.

"Hah!" Harry declared as Ginny stopped moving under him.

She abruptly retaliated and said in triumph, "HAH!" as Harry appeared underneath her, "I win!" she laughed as Harry's face flushed with embarrassment.

Ginny had him pinned down with both her legs. Harry suddenly noticed this and blushed even more. Ginny didn't seem to notice this, however, and continued her victory yells.

As she finally quieted down, she looked down at him oddly and asked, "Harry? Are you okay? You look like you have a fever."

Harry bit his lip to stop himself from saying the wrong thing, "No, I'm fine, really."

"Okay," she replied. Suddenly, her own face colored when she realized the position they were in. He gulped nervously as her eyes widened, "Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry!" she said as she got up, "I didn't…notice that…you were…suffocating…"

Harry gave an awkward laugh as he lifted himself up from the ground. Ginny rolled next to him and she let out a sigh as they both faced the Shack. It took a while before both their faces went back to normal color.

"You've never been inside, have you?" Harry asked her after they finally got up from the snow and leaned over the gate surrounding it.

Ginny shook her head, "No…well, at least not yet," she looked up at him, "Have you?"

He nodded, his voice trembling, "In our third year, when I first met Sirius-" he choked.

Ginny tenderly linked her arm around his, "Don't worry, Harry," she whispered, tears forming in her own eyes, "he's in a better place now, and happier than he ever was."

He nodded, "You're right." He used the back of his free hand to wipe his eyes and then patted the hand wrapped around his, "So, Milady, would you like a grand tour of the Shrieking Shack?"

Ginny grinned and squeezed his arm, "Yes, my dear Sir, I would like that very much."

He returned the grin and led the way.

"And this is the bedroom," Harry said as he opened the door with a creak. Ginny followed him inside and ran her hands over the scratched walls. She looked at the strange stains around the room.

"Blood?" she asked quietly and Harry nodded. Ginny looked at him and he continued.

"Professor Lupin's," he said softly.

"How?" she gasped.

Harry sat down on the pathetic excuse for a bed, "Before Sirius, my dad and Peter became Animagus, he used to bite and scratch himself. I don't know why, though," he sighed.

"That's terrible…" she muttered Running her fingers over the scars one last time, she made her way towards him and winced as she sat down, "Comfy."

Harry laughed.

They finally walked out after Harry's tour, the stairs on the porch threatening to give way, and narrowly avoided the Whomping Willow.

"Careful," Harry said as he took her hand and firmly led her away from the tree.

"Thanks, I hate that tree," she remarked.

He grinned down at her, "I hate it, too."

They got inside their respected carriage and soon found themselves back at the huge castle.

"I had a fun time today," Ginny said as they were playing Wizard's Chess alone in the warm comfort of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"I know…me, too," he answered. (His pawn said, 'Don't use me! She'll attack again! Watch! I'm right!' (he moved him, anyway))

"Wrong move, Harry," she smirked and she prodded her queen to take the pawn. Harry groaned ('I told you so!' and it was smashed).

"Checkmate, mate," she said in triumph.

"You know, that's the second time you've beat me today," he said with a pout.

"Stop being so bitter; I deserved those last two victories," she stuck her tongue out.

He laughed, "You're acting so much like a sixteen-year-old."

"That's because I am," she retorted, "And you're such a sore loser. Just because a girl beat you in something doesn't mean you have to act to moody-"

"I am not moody. You're the one who has to-"

"Am not. At least I'm not sulking off in a corner just because I was defeated once-"

"-twice-"

"-whatever, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you're such a sore loser, Harry."

They both glared at each other one last time before bursting out laughing.

"Oh, no," Ginny giggled, "We're acting like Ron and Hermione did."

"And we all know how that one ended up," he muttered more to himself.

"What? I didn't catch that last one."

"Oh, nothing," he blushed.

She looked at him suspiciously, "No, it was something. What was it?"

"Nothing, really…it's nothing," he continued to blush. When he saw that Ginny was still looking at him, he checked his watch and yawned, "I think I should turn in for the night."

She looked at him incredulously, "What? But it's only eight!"

"I know," he shrugged, "But I used up all my energy today, so I want to get a head start in, erm, reenergizing."

Ginny shook her head and muttered to herself, "You really don't know how to treat a girl," but Harry heard…therefore, he blushed…again.

He started up the stairs, feeling guilty, angry, and disappointed with himself, but froze when he heard Ginny speak:

"Hermione told me."

Harry gulped and breathed deeply to get ready for what was coming.

"She told me how you felt."

He was sure that he would collapse where he was. Why would she do that? He asked bitterly to himself, because she's Hermione, of course, the voice inside his head screamed.

"Come back here, Harry; we need to talk."

He obeyed (it wasn't as if he had any other choice). He sat across from her and she looked at him right away.

"Why didn't you tell me first? Why did you have to consult Hermione before telling me?"

He looked away; he didn't know how to answer.

"Harry, we've talked about a lot of things…about everything! And you can't even tell me something that concerns me-?"

"Gin, do you really think that it's easy to tell someone that? That you're falling in love with them?"

She stood up with her hands on the table. Leaning, she stared at him with fierce eyes, "Look at me, Harry," he did and winced slightly at the look on her face, "and tell me that you are in love with me."

Hurt and anger filled her expression. Harry couldn't help it; he stood up, too, and leaned over the table. However, instead of saying anything, he just kissed her. They stayed in that aching position for only a second until Ginny pulled away and looked at him with an impassive face. Then, without warning, she bolted up her dormitories.

"Gin," he held out his hand to grab her but she was too fast, "Ginny!" he ran after her but stopped at the foot of the stairs, "Ginny!" he yelled again. His only answer was the loud slam of a door.

Harry mentally cursed himself and started pacing the Common Room. Well, the voice inside his head said, the most logical thing would be to sleep, then wake up, and then sort everything out in the morning…

"Oh, shut up," he scowled.

"Hey, mate, I haven't even said anything, yet," a voice said. Harry looked around and saw Ron closing the Portrait Hole and looking at him with a hint of amusement oh his face, "Something wrong? A girl, perhaps?"

Harry shook his head; he knew Ron would kill him if he found out that his best mate had just hurt his younger sister.

"C'mon, Harry," he put an arm around his shoulders and led him to the couch, "You've never been really good at lying…even with that Occlumency thing."

Harry sighed, "I'm just tired. I think I can handle it tomorrow," he looked around, "Where's Hermione?"

Ron stuttered, "Oh, erm, she and I went…er…homework…"

"Right."

"Hey, you asked," he shrugged with a grin and stood up, "Well, I'm going to turn in. Coming?"

Harry looked at him and nodded, "Yeah, yeah…"

However, Harry couldn't turn in, even though he and Ron were the first ones to go up to the dormitories to sleep early. He stayed awake for about three hours (so it was around eleven now) before he finally decided that he could not rule Ginny out of his mind. Ever since last year, when Ron and Hermione became a couple, Harry and Ginny began spending more and more time with each other.

They grew from acquaintances, to mates, to close friends. She was the first one he told of the prophecy, and the first one he felt he could trust with anything and everything (A/N: other than Ron and Hermione, of course…here you have to remember, they're a couple now…hehe), and he did.

The closer they were, the faster his heart would beat and the more would he forget everything in the world. This was exactly what he told Hermione; Ginny was the refuge he was looking for. With her, he felt…at peace…and everything didn't look as if it was raining down on him all the time.

He groaned; he never felt anything as complicated before. He loved everything about her: her smile, her laugh, her eyes when they glowed, her hair when it highlighted under the sun, her sarcastic remarks, her jokes, her frown, her…everything. He loved everything. He loved her. He loved Ginny. I love Ginny Weasley.

"Shit."

A loud snore issued from Neville's side of the room and Harry tried to cover his head with his pillow. It wasn't working.

God, can that boy snore, he thought to himself as another loud one came out, however, from Dean's side. Do I snore like that? He wondered where Ron's snore was, but thought better of it.

He groaned and got out. Thinking that it would be a good idea to just head to the kitchens and ask Dobby to get him some tea, he looked through his trunk for his trusty accessory. He finally felt the silky fabric and put it over him.

He walked quietly downstairs, hoping no one else was up at this hour. He saw a hint of red coming from the sofa and hoped to death that it was Ron. However, he was wrong for the second time that day.

I smile with sarcasm at the diving being enjoying watching me suffer with all of this.

He slowly looked at Ginny's sleeping figure and eyed a stray strand of hair move rhythmically with her breath; he just wanted to tuck it behind her ear. He was in trouble just watching her sleep. A book lay open on the floor and as he bent to pick it up, he saw his name on the page. He willed himself not to read it…But, alas, his curiosity got the better of him.

Happy Christmas, Journal! I got a new wrapping for you (yellow to match the necklace Harry
gave me) and I think it looks perfect. Well, someone's knocking on the door, so I'll go see who it is first.

…

It was Hermione. She asked me again to stay with Harry today for Christmas. As if I wasn't already planning to! Of course, yes, was my immediate answer, even though she probably saw it coming. I hope today is the day he finally fesses up. It's driving me crazy! Sometimes I wonder if Hermione was only teasing me about it, but seeing her efforts to get Harry and me to spend time with each other as much as possible is really making me think.

I didn't really think it was probable, but now, ever since Hermione and my talk, it seems as if my feelings for him have resurfaced…again! It happened two years ago during Fourth Year, remember? Well…it's happening again, and I don't know what to do…!

Well, I'd better go and wake the git up. Besides, you've probably heard me rant and rave about Mr. Green Eyes too many times now, so I'll stop.

Write more when we get back from Hogsmeade!

Love,

Ginny

However, she didn't stop there for the day. There was another entry on the next page, this time, a messier scrawl. There also seemed to be some wet marks smudging some of the ink. Harry ran his fingers over the blotches and felt himself choke. He knew it was wrong to read her personal thoughts, but he just couldn't help it.

Dear Journal,

Okay…I'll admit it…finally…I love him…I love Harry Potter…and…oh, God…look at me, I'm crying like a pathetic little baby! Someone help!

Here it is:

Harry Potter kissed me. Just like that. Harry leaned in and kissed me.

The truth?

Fine.

We just finished playing Chess, when he decided to run from me…again! I got fed up with his stupid games so I let it out. I told him that Hermione told me everything. Damn. I shouldn't've. I know it was stupid. But I couldn't help myself. He is such a git! And I love him!

I told him to it back down, and he did. Such a gentleman (I'm being sarcastic, here). And he told me that he was falling in love with me! That he loves me! I told him to look at me and say it straight to my face (I figured that it would be true if he just said it, and that it wasn't just an infatuation). But he didn't say it. He didn't say anything…at all! He just kissed me! And I love him!

Ugh! I just don't get that bloke! He is so confusing. I guess that it is an infatuation, since he couldn't even say it to my face! I'm so stupid for getting so worked up about a stupid thing like this.

I want to blame Hermione…but I can't! Why? Because it was my fault for believing her!

So now, here I am, alone in the Common Room...staring into the fire and trying to get some sleep…wish me luck while I go back to thinking.

ERGH…,

Ginny

Harry blinked to make sure that her words were, indeed, authentic, and not some stupid joke that was being played on him. I made her cry. I'm such a git. But…wait…didn't she put here that she loves me? So…Ginny loves me, too!

He grinned stupidly at her sleeping form and noticed that she started stirring. Quickly, he put the journal onto the table and backed away slowly. She opened her eyes for a moment and stretched on the sofa like a cat. She groaned as she got up and took the journal with her. As she walked towards the staircase, she looked directly to where Harry was standing and her eyes focused on his spot for a long time. Harry fidgeted under gaze.

"Harry?" she whispered. He didn't answer, of course; hearing nothing, she shook her head and started to go back up. Harry took his chance.

"Ginny," he said as he took his cloak off.

Her eyes widened a bit at his voice, "Get away from me," she said angrily.

"Ginny, please," he grabbed her arm but she twisted it away.

She glared at him through hurt eyes, "Harry, please," she snapped as she started climbing up the stairs.

"I love you, Gin," Harry said desperately, hoping that she would stay. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him, "I mean it; I love you, Ginny."

"Don't," she snapped, "give me any of that right now."

"Ginny, I love you," he said, opening his arms wide, "I love you and I know that you love me, too."

She glared at him, "You have no right to tell me how I feel."

"But you do, don't you? You love me?"

Ginny sighed and looked away, "What do you want, Harry?" she whispered.

Harry choked at her question and finally breathed out, "To be with you." Ginny snorted but stopped when she saw his emotion, "Ginny, I'm serious," he said, "I only want to be with you." She looked away again and Harry's face fell.

"Harry," was all she said for a few minutes. Her voice was barely above a whisper but Harry heard her. Harry stayed at the bottom of the staircase hoping that…well, hoping and wishing for something to happen. It did.

After Ginny seemed to finish contemplating her thoughts, she looked back at him and gave a small smile. Then, she strode past him and sat on the couch. Harry, bewildered, followed her.

Ginny literally threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as he sat down. Harry, completely taken aback by her gesture, fell back and soon, Ginny lay on top of him.

"I do love you, Harry," she whispered, "and I want to be with you. You're the only one I've ever wanted to be with," she smiled down at him with tears in her eyes and Harry smiled back.

"Happy Christmas, Ginny," he murmured as he tucked a strand behind her ears.

"Happy Christmas, Harry" and her tears started falling.

Harry cradled her cheeks with his hands and used his thumb to wipe away her tears, "Don't cry, Gin. I won't let you."

Ginny gave a laugh that sounded like music to his ears, "You've had too many crying girls, Harry," she giggled.

Harry groaned and noticed the immediate effect it had on her, "I don't mind crying out of pure happiness. Just don't cry when I do this," he muttered as a hint of mischief reflected in his eyes. It must come from my father's side.

"Do what-?"

He put a finger to her lips, "Shh…" and he quickly replaced it with his own.

Harry savored the moment and enjoyed it while it lasted. He had his hands in her hair and on the small of her back while Ginny caressed his face with her thumb. It was far better than any other kiss he may have had in the past. He knew that he was finally complete with Ginny by his side.

"AHEM!" a loud voice shouted. Harry and Ginny jerked awake to see Ron and Hermione peering down at their faces with amusement in their eyes.

"Well, well, well. And what do we have here?" Hermione asked mockingly.

"It appears, my dear, like our best mate and my younger sister," Ron replied. They both looked at each other and smirked.

Harry and Ginny quickly sat up and only realized that they had slept in the Common Room.

Ginny rolled her eyes without a trace of embarrassment, "Honestly, you two."

Harry, however, blushed, "We didn't do anything. We were talking and we just fell asleep."

"In each other's arms?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Harry nodded.

"Harry, you don't really need to explain anything to them, you know," Ginny laughed, "They're just trying to wind us up. We did the same thing to them last year, remember?"

Ron smirked and nodded, "And now it's time for payback."

A/N: Finally! It is done! It is finished! And! Once again! I have killed the ending! I really need work on endings…don't you think? Heehee…what can you say? Writer who still needs education…lol

This one's longer than Ron and Hermione's…about 4, 500 words! WOW!!!

Okay…so…

Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

(::) I'll be distributing the cookies soon! Watch out at a supermarket near you! (::)