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Chapter 6: December 24th 2002

Dear Diary,

My cheek still hurts as I write this. Viktor is the cause, he slapped me, twice. Let me tell you the whole thing....

Today, Mrs Weasley invited me and Viktor to The Burrow to celebrate Christmas. I was thrilled, but Viktor wasn't. I spent quite a while to persuade him to go.

"You want to go because Potter is there." he accused.

I blushed and turned around. "Will you stop talking about Harry for just a moment?" I snapped.

Even through my back was facing him, I could feel his anger.

"Don't you use that tone vith me, Herm-own-ninny." he growled.

I didn't respond. I was busily wondering how Harry would react when he saw me in this gorgeous outfit, which was a red top with white jeans.

We arrived at The Burrow at exactly 6pm and when Mrs Weasley opened the door, she exclaimed, "Hello Hermione, Krum, you're early!"

I smiled brightly at her while Viktor just nodded politely.

Mrs Weasley smiled back. "Come in, some of the boys are not here yet. But their wives are here......"

We went in and Ginny came to me, squealing excitedly and gave me a big hug. "You're here, you're here!"

I could sense that Viktor was rolling his eyes behind me.

Ginny let go of me and smiled at Viktor. "Hello."

Viktor nodded again. Ignoring Viktor's cold greeting, Ginny turned to me. "You should take part of the decorations around here, it is so much fun! Although I can't say the same for the time when Neville fell off the ladder while trying to hang the 'Merry Christmas' sign on top of the back door......"

I grinned at her and looked around. Fake snow was covering the floor, mistletoes were on the ceiling, the Christmas tree with odd ornaments was on the corner of the room. We went over the tree and I looked at the ornaments closely. Some of them were obviously made of cardboard and some were made of clay.

"Who made these?" I asked.

Ginny smiled. "All of my brothers and myself when we were little. Some of our own children made them too. We think it is more meaningful to have our own stuff on the tree."

I felt a bit envious at Ginny for having such a lovely family. How I wish I could do all these with Harry. But I doubt that would come true.

"Penelope, Angelina, Alicia, Katie and Fleur are in the kitchen making cookies. Want to come and take a look?" asked Ginny.

"Katie is here?" I asked as I followed Ginny to the kitchen.

Ginny nodded. "Wood and the twins won't be coming until later."

We arrived at the kitchen and I saw Fleur decorating the cookies on the table, Katie cutting the dough into cute shapes like stars, Christmas trees, reindeers and snowmen. Angelina was putting the tray of cookies into the oven. Alicia was rolling the dough.

"Looks like Mrs Santa's workshop." I commented.

The ladies turned at the sound of my voice and they smiled. "Hi Hermione."

"Need anyone to sample your work?" I asked, smiling widely as Ginny joined in with the baking.

"Oh no, you don't. You can't eat until later." said Katie firmly.

"Okay, then I better leave right now, before I decide to steal one." I said and quickly left, leaving them giggling.

I arrived at the living room and found Viktor sitting on the couch, flipping the Evening Prophet. Mrs Weasley was nowhere in sight.

The doorbell rang.

Seeing that no one was available and Viktor didn't want to move, I went to open the door.

Harry was outside, wearing a deep green sweater and black trousers. The sweater brought out the colour of his eyes perfectly. He blinked at me, clearly surprised to see me at the door instead of one of the Weasleys.

"Um, hi." he said after a while, smiling.

I smiled back. "Hi." I replied softly.

"Um, where's Mrs Weasley?"

"Inside.... somewhere. Come in."

He came in and looked at my outfit. "Nice outfit, looks good on you." he said.

I felt a little disappointed. That's all he was going to say?

"Um, thanks, you have a nice sweater too......"

Someone cleared his throat behind us and we saw Viktor glaring at us. Harry glared back at him, obviously had not forgotten what happened the last time they met. I looked at him, then at Harry, wondering what would happen between them.

The doorbell rang again, I quickly went to door (Mrs Weasley was still out of sight) and practically an army of Weasleys came in.

"Hey Hermione! I went to fetch Lavender... where's Mom?" asked Ron when he came in with the rest.

"Err....." I started when Harry yelled, "Ron! Merry Christmas!" He ran past me and patted Ron's back furiously. "Boy, am I glad to see you!"

"Um, yeah....." said Ron slowly and gave me a "what's-with-him" look.

I shrugged. But I had an idea Harry was glad that Ron and the others were here, to save him from Viktor.

"Hey there, Harry!" cried Fred and George before they ushered their kids to come in.

"Hi Fred, hi George!" said Harry, smiling as he released Ron.

"Uncle Harry!" screamed one of Fred's (or was it George's?) kids and she jumped right into Harry's arms.

"Hey there, Jemima!" said Harry, grinning as he hugged the girl (who was around 6).

I looked at Harry fondly, he had a great way of handling kids. Viktor, on the other hand...... I looked at Viktor, he had went back to his seat with the newspaper open again. I sighed quietly. Why couldn't Viktor be like Harry?

"Good evening, Mom!" I heard Percy saying and I saw him kissing his mother on the cheek. "Happy Christmas!"

"Hello, Hermione, long time no see." said a voice and I turned around.

"Charlie! Hi!" I smiled at Charlie Weasley and shook his hand. "Still working in Romania?"

Charlie nodded and stepped aside to reveal a pretty woman behind me. She had dark hair and blue eyes. "This is my wife, Pallas. She is working in Romania too. Pallas, this is Hermione."

"I know you, you are wife of Viktor Krum, the famous Quidditch player." said Pallas, shaking my hand.

Oh great, I hated being reminded of that.

"Gather around in the backyard, everyone, dinner is served!" called Mrs Weasley.

"Uncle Harry, I want to fly." said Jemima, looking at Harry with eagerness.

Harry grinned and carried Jemima up with just one arm. "Okay, let's fly!"

"Hey, Harry, don't spoil her!" called Fred.

"I won't." called Harry back and he carried the girl all the way to the backyard.

The backyard was filled with snow, but the tables and the chairs were free of snow and they were warm when we touched them.

We sat at the table and Jemima sat right beside Harry. I could see that she liked Harry very much.

Dinner was a marvellous spread. There were lasagne, mini pizzas, roast chicken, candies and more, some of the Weasleys had already start eating.

"Here, Harry, try some of this....." said Ron, pouring a bottle of wine to Harry's glass.

"Where did you get that?" asked Harry.

"It's one of Dad's collections. I think he save it for years."

I noticed Viktor's plate was empty.

"Viktor, you are not eating anything."

"I'm not hungry." said Viktor.

"Why?"

"Don't ask me questions." he snapped.

I glared at him. "I shouldn't bring you along." I hissed.

"As if I beg you to bring me." he hissed back.

"You're impossible." I whispered angrily.

Viktor didn't reply.

After dinner, Percy led the younger Weasleys to sing Christmas carols. Mr and Mrs Weasley just watched. Viktor and I sat together and watched them sing. Harry (who insisted that he couldn't sing) sat for a while as well before he stood up.

"Mr Weasley, do you have a Muggle camera?" he asked.

"Somewhere in the living room. I remembered using it today."

"I'll find it, I want to take a picture of Ron and the others singing....." said Harry before going into the house.

After a while, Ron and the others had switch the song to "Silent Night", but Harry still had not come back.

"What's keeping Harry?" asked Mrs Weasley. "He is going to miss the whole thing but he still doesn't come back."

"I'll get him." I said immediately and got up.

Viktor grabbed my arm. "Oh no you don't."

"Let go." I hissed, yanking my arm out of his grasp. "Don't be an idiot, if you want to quarrel with me, wait until we get home."

Viktor stared at me but didn't say anything.

"I'll be back soon." I said and marched to The Burrow and went in. I went to the living room and found Harry looking under the couch.

"Harry, are you still looking for the camera?"

"Yeah, I can't find it anywhere....."

"I'll help you...."

We looked everywhere, under the couch, under the table, under the tree, among the Christmas gifts...... We even went separate ways, he looked in the kitchen while I looked in the Front Room.

"I guess we have to give up." said Harry dryly when we met up a few minutes later.

"I guess.... or we should ask Mr Weasley again, maybe he misplaces it....." I said.

"Yeah......" said Harry, folding his arms and looking up before his eyes widened.

Quickly, he stepped back.

I looked at him in bewilderment. "What?"

He pointed at the ceiling and I looked.

A mistletoe was hanging above us.

"Oh.... why are you so afraid of it?"

Harry was silent.

"Is it because of what happened in our fifth year?" I asked, grinning. "You had your first kiss under a mistletoe with Cho Chang and it was very....now what did you say back then? Wet? And you don't want to experience the same thing again......"

"I was afraid that if I kiss you, I can't stop." Harry blurted out.

Silence.

"What?" I whispered.

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking....." said Harry quickly, not looking at me in the eyes.

"Harry?"

Harry didn't say anything.

"Harry, look at me. What did you just say?"

Harry turned his head slowly and looked at me.

"What did you just say?" I repeated softly.

Harry swallowed and gave me a stare. He had such a wonderful pair of green eyes..... I could gaze into them for hours....

Wait a minute, was it just me or they were getting nearer?

Suddenly, I realized that it was their owner who was coming nearer to me, and before I knew it, he was standing right in front of me. He put his arms around me and pulled me closer. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster. I closed my eyes and waited for his move.

Then it happened. He kissed me, right on the lips. I responded immediately, parting my lips slightly. He slipped his tongue in and I moaned as our tongues fought furiously.

That's it, Diary, there's no turning back.....

Harry's lips left mine and he began to plant small kisses gently on my neck. I tilted my head slightly to make it easier for him. I put my arms around his neck and sighed as he proceeded to my bare shoulder. He tugged on the zip behind my top, as if he wanted to take it off. I felt weak in my knees, I wanted to fall into his arms and just let him kissed me like there's no tomorrow....

"You have a soft skin....." I heard him muttering.

"Yes she does." said a voice. I recognized that voice, too well.

My eyes snapped open and at the time, Harry stopped kissing me. He turned his head and saw Viktor standing at the door.

He scowled. "Caught in the act."

Harry and I let go of each other. I blushed as Harry tried to look calm. "It's not what you think, we are standing under a mistletoe and you know the tradition....."

"Uh huh." said Viktor.

Obviously, he didn't believe Harry. He gave Harry an deadly look and took a step forward.

I wanted to step forward to shield Harry from my husband when the Weasleys, Woods and Longbottoms came in.

"Boy, that was some singing, Katie, you should be a singer....." said Ron to Katie.

Then he spotted Harry. "Harry, where have you been?"

"Um, I was looking for your camera. I can't find it....." said Harry quietly.

"Oh, I took it this afternoon and left it at Lavender's. Sorry that you have a fruitless search, mate." said Ron.

"It's okay." said Harry and looked at me.

Viktor suddenly ran across the living room, flung open the door and went out.

"Viktor, wait!" I cried and followed him. Behind us, I could hear Bill saying, "What's with that guy?"

Viktor Disapparated just when I was out of the door. I was still for a while before I Disapparated too.

I appeared in our living room and found Viktor sitting on the armchair.

"How's the kiss?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Erm...."

Suddenly he jumped up from his chair and marched towards to me. Before I could move, he gave me a hard slap on the cheek.

"Slut, what makes you think you could kiss a man behind my back?"

I rubbed my cheek slowly and painfully. I couldn't believe he did that.

He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

I closed my eyes, refused to look at him, which was a bad move, because he gave me another slap. This time it was so hard that I fell and threw myself against the table. The table's legs made an awful noise against the floor as I shove it unintentionally.

I felt something warm oozing out of the corner of my mouth and gently, I reached up to touch it. I removed my fingers quickly and looked at it. All I could see was blood.

I glared at Viktor resentfully as I wiped the rest of my blood off the corner of my mouth.

"Don't you look at me like that." Viktor warned dangerously. "You deserved it."

"Yes, I deserved it. I confessed. I kissed Harry, I kissed him because I love him. You hear that? I LOVE HIM!" I finished the last part of the sentence with a shout.

Viktor pulled me up by my arm and I cried out painfully. He raised his hand, as if he was going to slap me again. Suddenly, I did a childish thing. I kicked his shin and he let go of me in pain. I pushed him away and ran up the stairs. I dashed into my room and locked the door.

A few moments later, he banged on my door. "Herm-own-ninny.....open the door this instant!"

"No way! And forget the 'Alohomora' spell! It won't work!" I yelled.

Silence.

Then I heard him stomping to his room. He slammed his door shut.

I'm miserable, Diary. I wish Harry is here. He won't let me to suffer like this.

Hermione

"That son of the bitch!" said Ron angrily and jumped up from his place after Lavender finished the entry.

"Ron, where are you going?" asked Katie.

"To beat up that bastard Krum!" shouted Ron.

"Whoa, wait a minute!" said Fred, getting up from his seat as well. He grabbed his brother by the arm. "You can't go now!"

"Why not?" he asked.

"We don't know how heavy the punishment he need, yet. Wait until we finished the whole diary, then we decided what punishment is suitable." said Fred.

"Fine." snapped Ron and sat down, fuming. "Whose turn is it to read the next entry?"

"Let Neville read it, he hasn't read one yet." suggested Katie and Lavender passed the diary to Neville.

Neville glanced the next entry before he slapped the book shut.

"What?" asked Fred.

"I, I, can't read this entry." said Neville, stammering.

"Why?" asked Oliver.

"It's, it's....." started Neville.

"What?"

"It's R-rated." he finished.

"Oh...... you are too embarrassed to read it, I see, I see....." said George, nodding. "Then in that case, let me read it!" he took the diary from Neville's hands.

Neville jumped up from his seat and went out to the garden. "Neville, wait!" said Ginny and followed him.

"I'm beginning to wonder whether Lethe really is their daughter. Both of them are so..... shy." said George.

"Oh just leave them alone." said Fred.

"Maybe I should bring Lethe for a blood test in St. Mungo's or something....." started George.

"Will you just start reading already?" asked Ron impatiently.

"Okay, okay....." George cleared his throat. "26th Dec 2002. Dear Diary, you can't believe what I did yesterday. Viktor would probably wants a divorce if he finds out....."