Well I am aware that this story isn't really too popular, but this idea just kinda came on a whim so I wrote it down. I'm sure there will be grammar and spelling mistakes cause I typed it up and posted it rather quickly. Hey and to anyone that is reading this, it's not really supposed to be a story. They're just ideas taken from plots of SATC. I TRY to keep the episodes somewhat in order, but I'm not promising anything. The next ficlet could be completely different from this one.

DISCLAIMER: All I own is the bench by the lake…, and come to think of it, I might not even own that.

It was Christmastime. One of my favorite times of the year. The white snow that blankets the castle grounds, the glistening icicles that never melt, and the glittery fairies decorating the great hall -- I love every bit of it. But what I love most about Christmastime is not the snow, the food, or even the presents, it's that fact that this year I was staying at Hogwarts and it was quiet and peaceful.

Now normally, I love being around people. But this year, I was staying at Hogwarts and I was the only Weasly doing so. With the twins being gone, and Ron visiting Charlie in Romania -- I was looking forward to it. I had seen my parents for a weekend, but decided to come back early but a little time to myself. Hermione was here, and so was Harry, but Luna and the rest of my friends were gone.

On the last day before everyone was due back, I went out to the lake, which was completely frozen over, and decided to skate around a bit. I wasn't very good at skating, but since there was hardly anyone else there, I figured I wasn't at too much risk for humiliating myself. After a few laps I started to feel a bit more confident, but as I hit a crack in the ice, I realized that I had probably overestimated myself a little.

"Oomph!. Damn it!" I said seeming to myself as I awkwardly attempted to bring myself back to my feet. Then just as I had nearly stood straight again I lost my balance and my feet flew out from under me. "Bloody stupid ice…" I mumbled.

"Need some help?"

I turned from my awkward position on the surface of the lake and saw Harry grinning at me.

"Oh be quiet." I said turning red. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh just walking. I like it when the castles quiet and there's not a million people whispering about me. I can walk around without anyone bothering me."

"I know what you mean" I said tellingly as Harry took my arm and helped me off the ice to sit on a bench near the side of the lake. I could tell my face was still red by the warmth it seemed to be giving off. The silence didn't help much either.

"SO!" I said finally. "Um..How are things?"

"Things? Things are okay. I mean well, as okay as they can be given the circumstances."

"Right." I said quickly. I didn't understand why I was feeling so…well almost shy. I am not a shy person in the least. I was only shy when I liked, liked Harry, but that was ages ago. I was so over that. So completely over it..

CRACK!

"What was that?" I jumped and looked around at Harry nervously. I sounded like it came from the forest.

"Probably just Fang. Unless it's the big mean spooky ghost that haunts the forest." He teased.

"Oh shut up. Let's go inside, I'm freezing."

He laughed. "What you scared?"

"No!" I said with a trying to convince myself. I didn't like the forest much. Ron had told me about the spiders.

"Do you still want to go in? This is nice. Just talking."

"Nah. Its fine. Something on your mind?" I asked, the shyness creeping up inside of me again.

"Well..kinda. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." I said.

"You know, back when you…. you know, were all shy around me…"

"Yea……?" I asked quietly.

"Well, why did you like me so much?" He looked straight at me with those eyes. Oh those green eyes. What in the world was I going to say?…. I just sat for a moment thinking, considering.

Even though Harry was joking about there being ghosts, Hogwarts really was haunted. Old crushes, ex-boyfriends, anyone you have unresolved issues with you are bound to run into again and again with the situation until you resolve them. My infatuation with Harry was long dead, but with one simple question he was suddenly a presence in that part of my mind again. The part that would, in the past, always tell me "Someday, he'll like you."

But when a part of you that believes in something so much dies, do we ever really give up the ghost? Or are we haunted by the spirits of relationships past?

I looked back up at those eyes and answered the haunting question.

"It wasn't because you were famous or anything. You were just so polite and nice to my family and I really admired that. You were humble. Not bothered by the fame."

"Heh. Oh I was bothered. I just tried not to show it" He said looking down. "Thanks though, for saying that."

I shrugged. I didn't know what to say, which was fine because he kept talking.

"You were Ron's little sister you know… I thought you were nice and everything but –"

" I know" I interrupted "You just didn't like me that way."

"Well no." He admitted "But now when I talk to you, its easy and we've both been through so much… you're a really great person you know that?"

I smiled shyly. Oh why was this happening now?

'What are you saying Harry?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just wanted to tell you that." He said and got up and pulled me to my feet. He didn't say another word as we walked back to the castle. I bid goodbye to him at our dormitories. What had just happened? Had he changed his mind?

This wasn't fair, I HAD confronted my ghost. I had accepted and released him, but now I was more haunted then ever, because what I was felt was no ghost, it was real.