Christmas Wishes- I'll Be Home For Christmas

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"I'll be home for Christmas.
You can count on me!
Please have snow and mistletoe,
And presents under the tree.

Christmas Eve will find me,
Where the love light gleams.
I'll be home for Christmas,
If only in my dreams."


"Fred- Get down here and help with these presents!" Mrs. Weasley howled down the hall to her son.

"Oye- Mum! Can't do everything, can I?" Fred yelled back up the hall.

It was crazy. Ginny's nieces and nephews were running around the house, her brothers and sister-in-laws were baking and carrying presents inside, and yet amidst the craziness, Ginny found herself feeling lonely. Harry hadn't written to her in three days. She missed him and it was Christmas Eve. He said he would try to be home, but Ginny highly doubted it. And even if he might come home, she didn't want to get her hopes up.

"Mommy, Mommy!" Daniel, one of Charlie's sons, yelled across the living room, "Heather is locked up in our room and she can't get out!"

Ginny rolled her eyes and trudged up the stairs to get the skeleton key. This had to have happened three times before. It usually ended up that Daniel locked his cousin in the room and then she started crying and he came downstairs to get his mother. She got back to the room and started fiddling with the key. Lean to the left, and then suddenly jerk to the right, turn the knob and the door will open. It always worked like a charm. Heather came toddling out with chocolate all over her face and hands. She had found herself a nice little after dinner snack.

Ginny carried Heather upstairs to the bathtub. She got to the bathroom to find it occupied. She knocked on the door.

"Who ever is in there? I have a kid here that couldn't be any messier. So, your turn is over!" She yelled into the door.

"Ginny!" The voice of Ron seemed worried, "You can't come in yet."

"What? Why?" Ginny was thoroughly confused. He carried on for a few seconds in a hushed voice.

"You can go in now," Ron said opening the door and letting her in. It must have been a Christmas present. Oh, well. She could get Heather in the tub now. Ginny turned on the water and prepared her darling niece for her bath.

An hour later, Ginny emerged from the bathroom with a sleeping Heather in her arms. She walked down the steps to where Penelope and Percy were staying. Ginny laid Heather down in her crib and closed the door. She ran her hand through her hair and ascended the stairs to her room for a nap.

As she passed Ron's room, she heard the hushed voices of Ron and Hermione. This was suspicious. She leaned up against the door tosee if she could hear their conversation.

"That was close."

"I know. She'll be so surprised."

"I hope she is. I want her to be happy, and I know she will be."

"I think you're right."

"Well, I'm going to go help your mum fix dinner." She heard footsteps approach the door.

Ginny hurried up the stairs quietly to her room where she sat down in her rocking chair by the window. What were they talking about? Was it about her? No, couldn't be. But with the bathroom incident and then this… she was starting to suspect something. It couldn't be that… no. Of course it wasn't.


"Silent night! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright," Ginny sang. It was 10:30pm. Harry wasn't coming home. She had thought that maybe, just maybe, Harry would make it. She shook the thought out of her mind. She was being entirely too clingy. Harry would be home soon and she could give him his Christmas present then. It would be just wonderful.

"Ginny, dear," her mother's voice brought her back into reality, "You look terrible… it's Christmas Eve, sweetheart. Do you want something to drink? Hot Cocoa? Tea?"

"No mum. I guess…" she started, "I just thought that maybe… Oh, it's nothing," Ginny rose and headed towards the stairs.

"I know, dear, I know," Molly Weasley sighed as she followed Ginny up the stairs.

"It's just that, I mean… I really wish that Harry would have been here," Ginny said quietly as a quick tear escaped her eye.

"If only she knew," Molly thought to herself, wishing to comfort her daughter, "If only she knew…"


"Wake up, Aunt Ginny!" Daniel shook her shoulder. Ginny looked over at the clock. It was six o'clock in the morning.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Ginny said, climbing out of bed. Ginny slipped on her slippers and robe and walked downstairs.

"Santa came! Santa came! Santa came!" Charlie's two sons were running around the house.

"Good morning, Ginny," Molly hugged her daughter, "Merry Christmas, dear!"

"Merry Christmas, Mum," she said.

Ginny walked into the kitchen to find her brothers and sister-in-laws already dressed and awake.

"How on Earth?" Ginny looked at all her siblings in disbelief.

"We've been up since five. We decided to let you sleep in," Charlie said, pouring her a cup of coffee.

"Now that Auntie Ginny's not sleeping, does that mean we can open presents now?" Daniel asked his dad in anticipation.

"Time for present opening!" Charlie said back to his son, who in turn ran around the house.

Ron bought Hermione a charming new winter coat, Fred bought Angelina a gorgeous pair of diamond earrings, George bought Alicia a beautiful necklace, Bill bought Fleur a hair barrette from Spain, Charlie promised Leslie a wonderful evening on the town, and Percy told Penelope that she could reset her wedding ring with sapphires, like she had wanted to for ages… but, no card, not gift, not even a phone call from Harry, wishing her a Merry Christmas, telling her that he missed her and tried his very hardest to be home. She tried to shake the thought off, telling herself againthat she really was being too clingy. Harry did miss her and he did try his very hardest to be home. And he didn't have to call home to say that. She just knew.

All the gifts had been unwrapped and all the wrapping paper had been thrown away. Ginny got up off the couch and began a stroll to the kitchen for some more coffee when she was called back to the living room.

"Hey, Ginny," Hermione called.

"We have one more gift for you," Ron said.

"What?" Ginny questioned sitting back down.

"We have one more gift for you," they both called.

"Oh, really? I didn't even see it. Where is it?" She asked. All the presents had been unwrapped.

"It was a little too big to wrap, so we just didn't," Ron replied.

"Alright," Ginny said hesitantly.

"Close your eyes and open them when we tell you, ok?" Hermione smiled. Ginny closed her eyes. This was what they were talking about. She knew it.

"Alright, Open them," Hermione giggled. Ginny opened her eyes and gazed in shock at what was before her.

"Oh my gosh!" Ginny covered her hand with her mouth. She couldn't believe her eyes. Were they playing tricks on her? She reached out to Harry and took his hand. They most certainly were not. "How did you… where did you… what were you…" she stammered as he pulled her into a hug. All her questions were dissolved, and all her wish was only for this moment never to end.

"Wait, there's more," Harry exclaimed, imitating a infomercial spokesperson, "This is something I've been dying to give you since I can remember," he went on, getting down on one knee, "Will you, Ginny, make me the happiest man alive by being my wife?"

Harry's abrupt arrival, first of all, was enough to make any girl speechless... but Harry down on his knee holding out the most beautiful diamond ring she'd ever seen in her life, telling her that he wanted to spend the rest of his entire life with her, Ginny Weasley, the girl with her elbow in the butter, in her dressing gown, the girl who dreamed of him, and who was nothing more to him until the few months before this that his best friend's sister? At this rate, she would never be able to speak again in her life!

"Ginny," Harry smiled.

"I've not said said yes, now, have I?" Ginny said very matter-of-factly.

"No, you have not," Harry said, with the tiniest hint of nerves in his voice.

"Well, then, Yes!" Ginny smiled as he slid the ring onto her finger. How had she managed to get exactlywhat she wanted for Christmas and so much more?

Apparently, some Christmas wishes do come true…


Gosh you all! I'm almost ashamed to post this! It is so incredibly late. I very much apologize for leaving you for so long- I couldn't make this part perfect on time, and I wanted it to be perfect... and then, posting just became extremely delayed- I'm soo sorry! Anyways, I hope you liked it, and I'm sorry to disappoint you by making you wait! Love much and always! Sarah