It had all come down to that one moment, when each of the four had decided who was right. Now, sitting around the fire on the first day of Christmas break, something felt right. Harry and Ginny sat on a log right next to the fire, there love like the flame rising before them. Ron was leaning against a tree root a few feet from the fire, both arms around Hermione, sitting on his knee. They took comfort in the shadow, like a blanket, shielding them from the face of Mrs. Weasley peeking out from the window. Both couples were just sitting, Harry and Ginny side by side, their arms around each other.

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Hermione leaned back into the strong figure of her boyfriend and sighed. Why had he picked her? She knew that over the summer he had grown more attractive, and she had noticed all the girls swooning over him in school, he could have had any of them, but he picked her. Why? And why had she chosen him? She thought. In her first year she had hated the boy she had met on the train, when had she grown to love him? And how could it be that she, who was so bad with boys, had somehow found the one that loved her back? Why him? Why her?

Ron, feeling his girl relax into his arms, grinned. How had he gotten a girl like her? Why would a girl as smart and logical as she, want a boy like him? A troublesome slacker boy? It seemed unorthodox, but she had chosen him. Sow what if he had a big family, or if everything he owned were hand-me-downs? Right now he felt like the luckiest guy on the planet. And her! It wasn't like she was a model or anything, certainly the other guys didn't notice her, Of course, they're all crazy he thought, but somehow, she was the prettiest woman on Earth to him. Why did he somehow love the know-it-all girl he had thought would never have friends when they met? How come he had ignored the feelings he had known were there over the summer, the magic he had felt when they first had to kiss? Why her? Why him?

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"Ginny" Harry whispered in her ear.

"Yeah?"

"Why me?"

"What?"

"Why did you choose me? You could have had any other guy..."

"I didn't want any other guy." She replied shortly. "I love you Harry. There's just something about you that makes me weak whenever I see you, makes me happy every time I hear your name! Get butterflies in my stomach every time I talk to you! I guess it's love. And what about you? You're famous! Take your pick, everyone wants you!"

"Well, hopefully not the blokes" Ginny giggled softly, he loved that soft, tinkling laugh. "But I love you. I can't explain it, I just do. Something about you make me feel like I'm flying when I'm with you, and I never want to come down."

Ginny felt herself tearing up, "I love you Harry."

"I love you Gin." Smiling and touched, they moved closer and shared a soft kiss.

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Listening to their friends talking a few feet off, voicing the some concerns that Ron and Hermione were feeling themselves somehow resolved their doubts. Of course they were still there; they would always be there, underneath, those questions. But they wouldn't think about them any more that night. Hermione turned her head to face Ron, only to find that he was looking down at her as well. Smiling, she stretched up to give him a small kiss.

"What was that for?" he grinned down at her.

"Just 'cause I love you."

The famous lopsided grin erupted on his face "Right back at'cha babe." She leaned back, her smile more of a grin now, and they stayed in happy silence for a long time.

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The doubts that they had all had that night seemed so hard, why were they there? Well, even a genius like Hermione couldn't figure this one out, but maybe it was necessary to think those things. After all, how do you know if you truly love a person unless you look at them every once in a while and think, why you?

yeah, it is sappy, and probably way out of character, so, sorry, but I wanted to write this, please don't come kill me while I sleep because I realize it may be... well is not exactly incharacter for some of them.. so... yeah. sorry, and goodbye! thanks to everyone who reviewed, you all rock