Chapter II - The Whishes on This Eve

It was the eve of Christmas and Ginny sat in her empty dormitory staring at the wall. She soon graduated to staring at a photo of Harry, Ron and Hermione at the burrow. Sighing she looked out the window at the swirling snows; it was as perfect as a snow globe from a distance. The castle with a girl looking out a window, covered with heaps of snow. Considering the fact that Harry just doesn't like her she fell back onto her four poster bed and gave a bitter glare to the ceiling.

Tap. Tap.

Ginny sat up. A large barn owl was sitting on the outer ledge of her window sill tapping on the glass. She rushed over and pulled it open; the owl flew in, around the room and dropped a package onto her bed then flew back out. Forgetting to close the window in anticipation of seeing what was inside it, her name was clearly handwritten in scarlet ink, and slowly she took the paper off of the parcel. Once naked a velvet gold colored box was laden on top of her palms. She reached up and pulled on the ribbon untying it and lifted the box open. Within the box was a rolled up piece of parchment, she slowly drew it out of the box and unrolled it.

Dear Ginny,

I offer you this wish in hopes you will use it correctly. I know you have a heavy heart this Christmas but are deserving of more.

Merry Christmas.

Once she finished reading trying to unscramble it wasn't so easy. Reading it over she glanced into the box, a delicate glowing orb was sitting in the center of the box perfectly, lifting it out she looked into the silver blaze. Inside she was herself being held in Harry's arms, and then again she saw herself holding his hand sitting on the hearth rug. Now knowing was to do she read the letter again, it showed no indication of to whom sent her the 'wish'.

"Ginny?" came Hermione's voice from behind the door. Ginny hid the letter under her sheet and dropped the orb.

"Come in."

Hermione opened the door a crack and looked in, unraveling herself she opened it all the way and stepped in.

"What are you doing in her all alone? It's Christmas."

"I suppose," she muttered. "Look, Hermione, can you tell me what this does?"

Hermione's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ginny that's a Chamorè!" she said dancing around exitedly.

"A what?"

"Chamorè, a really rare wishing orb. Only a few people make them now days and they take years to make!" told her. "How did you get it?"

"Somebody just owled it to me today, but they didn't leave their name. How do you wish on it anyway?"

"You whisper your wish to it'll come true, its supposed to blank after it does," she said to her.

"Oh."

"Well anyways, are you coming down to the great Hall for supper with us then?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you down there," Ginny replied distractedly.

Once Hermione had left and trotted down the stairs Ginny was ready to make her wish. She went and sat on her bed, holding the Chamorè in her palms she whispered:

"I wish that Harry… will notice me as more than Ron's little sister. I wish that he break it off with Olivia…" she whispered to it and it went blank. The orb had stopped reflecting her wishes and just painted a mere reflection of her grim face.

At dinner that night Ginny sat between Ron and Hermione, stabbing her baked potato with a butter knife. How could such a little think like a Chamorè bring her hopes up? She wished for Harry to break it off with Olivia, but here they were sitting he was reluctantly feeding her pieces of ham.

"Save some cuddling for tonight," Ron said to them looking a little disgusted, "you'll need it, the snows bloody raging out there!"

"Yeah, I s'pose your right," Olivia said airily.

No wonder the person didn't leave their name; it was a bloody nasty prank. She thought. Her hopes had crashed down like a bolt of lightning, she felt as thought her hair had been fried off completely. Harry utterly ignored her presence, and Olivia gave her the odd cold stare. Shame on her for being so gullible, that was it. She stood up and was marching out of the great hall with only half a potato in her gut.

She fought back the tears that were welling up as she ascended the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

"Blizzard." She half sobbed to the fat lady, who gave her a sympathetic look and opened up and Ginny dashed through.

Back in her room Ginny picked the Chamorè and opened her window and threw it out with such force she saw it land in the snow somewhere where at the edge of the forest. She sighed. She needed to get over this, and just let go. She didn't want to love Harry anymore but just couldn't help it. She was trapped in a hallway with no doors, do way to escape, so way for visitors. With rage she hoisted her school bag and threw it across the room, it hit the wall with a thud.

Later that night Ginny sat up in the common room watching the fire go out. Despite the face she got a 'wish' she also got a rise and fall in her self-esteem. Her faithfulness residing some place else she would be more skeptical about things like this in the future.

Glancing at the Christmas tree and all the presents beneath it, from big boxes to little ones, the icicles hanging from odd branches and the ceiling shimmered magically. The mistletoe hanging in front of the portrait hole hadn't moved.

It was Christmas Eve, Harry was out with Olivia, and for some reason she was waiting here for him to return.

She stared out the window to the raging blizzard and howling winds. They probably never actually went outside; she thought despite that Harry did leave the common room with his firebolt. Ginny didn't know whether to go to bed or to stay up, but she didn't feel the slightest brink of tiredness. She got up to get the blanket Hermione had knitted that was slung over the chair opposite of her she heard her knees crack loudly, she wrapped it around herself and sat back down.

The night wore on to be nearly half past four when Ginny finally fell into an oppressed state of somnea.

A/N: That was chapter two; I really, really hope you enjoyed it because I'm very pleased with myself.