Christmas Wishes- Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas

Disclaimer: Here's a little poem I wrote about me not owning most of this stuff:
"I don't own it,
And you know it.
For if I owned it,
I wouldn't be here."


(I think I should keep my day job!)

"Oh, ho, the mistletoe hung where you can see.
Somebody waits for you, kiss her once for me.

Have a holly jolly Christmas.
And in case you didn't hear,
Oh, by golly, have a holly jolly Christmas this year!"


Ginny shut down her laptop and put on her hat and scarf. It had gotten so cold! It was December, her favorite month of the year, and she was going to go and eat lunch with her favorite man of the year today. She walked across the lobby and pushed through the revolving doors.

It had been one week since Harry had first come into Ginny's office, and their meetings had become quite regular. Today, though, Harry had a signing session at Flourish and Blotts, so Ginny would just meet him at the deli.

She sat in the warm shop alone. She had a glass of water, waiting to order until Harry came. She was getting worried because Harry was late, and being late was unlike Harry. A faint jingle of the bells on the door caught her ear. She turned to see Hermione and Ron. They waved and came to join her.

"Hello Ron, 'Mione," Ginny said casually.

"Hello Ginny," Hermione said smiling, "Umm... We were just at Flourish and Blots when we saw Harry. He told us to come and tell you that his signing is running a little late, but he'll still be here."

"Are you meeting him?" Ron asked. Honestly, he asked the stupidest questions! She didn't see how Hermione could stand it.

"Yes, I am," Ginny replied looking anxiously around the room.

"Duh Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes, "Grab a table. I'll be right there." Ron left and Hermione looked at Ginny oddly.

"What?" Ginny said, as in response to Hermione's strange looks.

"Is there something... going on?" She asked with a very puzzled expression on her face.

"It's just friends meeting for lunch," Ginny replied indignantly, "Nothing more."

"Alright..." Hermione said hesitantly, "Oh, are you going to your mom's house next Sunday for dinner?"

"Oh, yeah, I am. I completely forgot about that," Ginny remembered.

"See you then or before, right?" Sheaskedhappily.

"Alright, bye," Ginny grabbed her winter apparel and headed out for Flourish and Blots. She wasn't planning on Hermione and Ron finding out about this. She decided to leave it, for them at least, at that.

She absolutely loved Diagon Alley at Christmas time. All the lights were on in the windows, the wreaths and garland everywhere, and the giant Christmas tree in front of Gringott's. People were running all over, buying Christmas presents for family and friends. Yes, she loved Christmas time in general.

As she was day dreaming, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey Gin," Harry grinned.

"Oh, Harry," she smiled.

"Where you headed?" he questioned

"To find you," she answered once again, smiling.

"Well, you found me," he said.

"So did Ron and Hermione apparently." She grinned, "They're eating at the deli. Let's go somewhere else."

"Like where?" he asked.

"I hear there's this cozy little coffee shop down by the Hog's Head," she suggested, "It's supposed to be really good."

"Let's go then," he said grabbing her hand. She sighed. She was falling for him all over again. He looked at her and she melted... It was almost as though she was back in Hogwarts.

The coffee had indeed been good and so had their conversation. Ginny had successfully invited Harry to her parents' house on the next Sunday for dinner. She would deal with Ron and Hermione then. They talked about the signing and all the women that got all google-eyed at him. Ginny obviously didn't like the idea of women obsessing over her... whatever he was. He was famous though, she had to remind herself. She guessed that it just came with the territory.

Lunch was paid for, and the two bundled up to go back out into the December air. They said their good-byes, and then Harry looked at her mischievously. Without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed her gently.

He pointed upwards and smiled devilishly, "I had to do it. We were under the mistletoe," He said kissing her once more. She was beaming, radiant, glowing. How could she not fall for him? It wasn't possible.


Note: I think I'm going to put my notes at the bottom of the page. Anyway, like it so far??? I hope so! I know that this chapter was shorter than the last, but hey- whatever. That's about it! Thank you so much for reading this! Please review! I read and appreciate every single one! Thank you! Sarah