The white snow flecked in Ginny's crimson hair as Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all walked outside. It was nice to get some fresh air after a long day of class. It was the first day of break and the castle was drearily empty.

Ginny let out a little shiver and wrapped her black robes around her tighter. Harry, taking notice of this act, put his arm around her to try and warm her up a bit.

"Maybe we should go to Hagrid's for a while?" Hermione suggested.

"That's a good idea, Hermione," concurred Ginny. "There's a light on in Hagrid's cabin, let's go now."

Everyone was so chilled to the bone that they didn't argue. A hot cup of tea with Hagrid was a welcoming idea compared to the gently falling flurries and the subzero wind chill.

They all knocked in unison on the tall oak door leading inside to Hagrid's cabin, which smelled of old rum and burning wood. "Come in!" shouted Hagrid. He was sitting beside his kitchen table with a letter written in royal blue ink. His eyes were filling with tears as he read.

"Who's the letter from, Hagrid?" asked Ron who was looking quite taken aback by Hagrid's emotions. "Unless, you don't wish to tell us. I…we…will understand."

" 't's from Grawp. He be writin' his own letters now, yeh see. 't's his firs' fluent one. Even mentioned Hermione, here. 'I want Hermy to visit soon.' 'm so proud o' him." Replied Hagrid, tears running down his bearded face.

"Awe, that's really great, Hagrid! So Grawp misses Hermione? Do you think he loooooooves her?" Ginny teased Hermione. The thought of Grawp loving any of them was enough to make them never want to see him again. Grawp was gigantic; at least sixteen feet tall and with legs the size of tree stumps.

"Ginny! I highly doubt that Grawp is in love with me. But if he is…it's nice to see that some people can admit their feelings about others…"

" What's that supposed to mean?" Harry and Ron demanded simultaneously.

"It means that you two aren't the best at showing us how you feel. Girls are great at wearing their emotions on their sleeves. But with you boys, it's like 'Emotions? What are emotions?' Honestly, we'd be better off dating magic eight balls going 'do they love us today? yes! GREAT!'" explained Hermione.

"Yes well you and Ron aren't even a couple and you expect him to declare his love for you at every spare moment in time that you're not poring over a book and he's not playing chess!" declared Harry. "And even if you were a couple, which you're not unless there's something that you're hiding from me, I doubt Ron is any less capable of showing his emotions than a magic eight ball!"

Hermione and Ron stared blankly at Harry for a moment and then Hermione turned to Ginny. "Ginny, you agree with me, right?"

"You and my brother are…" Ginny paused for a moment to look at the expression on Ron and Hermione's faces. "…but, you guys can't possibly…" there was another long pause. "Bloody hell, when did this happen?"

Hermione blushed, and seemed to not be able to speak, so Ron answered for her. "Well, I just asked her to be mine, finally, a few hours ago. It's no big deal, honest." Ron took this moment to read the look on Harry's expressionless face. "Look, mate. I would have told yeh sooner, but I didn't know how. I mean, you're dating my sister and that's pretty damn weird. But Hermione is our friend, and it's even weirder that we're dating."

"Oh, so you're saying that our relationship is weird?" Hermione looked offended. "That's all that I am to you? Just your 'friend'?"

"Hermione, no! You mean so much more to me… I'm just trying to explain to Harry why I didn't tell him right away."

Harry still had not spoken a word and Ginny looked on the verge of tears. Meanwhile, Hagrid had gotten up, found a quill and a full inkbottle and began a response to Grawp. But everyone was so caught up in arguing that nobody took notice of what Hagrid was doing until the teapot began to whistle.

"Tea's done." Announced Hagrid, who seemed oblivious to all the bickering. He dug up five cups out of the cupboard, situated them on the table, and one by one filled them up to the brim with the steaming liquid.

It was ten to eight and the four Gryffindors were rushing back to the common room. They were stopped momentarily by Peeves who insisted they needed a password to walk through his corridor.

"But we don't know the bloody password!" Screamed Ron. "If you don't let us through, I'll tell Fred and George. They're at Hogsmeade, y'know."

"Oh, I'm so scared!" replied Peeves.

"Oh sod off!" exclaimed Ron.

"Ding, Ding, Ding! We have a winner at the password guessing contest!"

"The password was 'oh sod off'? How…odd?" Ron and Hermione were holding hands and discussing the strange choice of password by Peeves. Ginny was clinging to Harry's side, and he had his arm draped around her waist.

When they arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady, she didn't even bother asking for the password because Hermione had recited it before she had the chance. "Jingle Bells, Slytherin Smells, Ravenclaw laid an egg."

"Ginny," said Harry. "Can we talk for a few minutes in private before you go up to your dorm?"

"Of course, my love. Is something bothering you?" Ginny inquired.

"No, not at all. I just wanted to give you something. Think of it as an early Christmas present." Harry reached into the pocket of his khaki pants and pulled out a white box fastened with a silver ribbon. "Here…" he said, holding the box out to Ginny who took it with slight hesitation.

Ginny opened the box carefully, savoring the anticipation. "Oh my goodness, Harry. It's gorgeous!" she exclaimed holding up a silver chain with a ruby surrounded by diamonds welded on it. " I so don't deserve this, Harry. It's too beautiful!"

"And you're ten billion times more beautiful than it is, so please take it. Here, let me help you with that." Ginny held her hair up while he fastened the chain around her neck. "It looks perfect with your vivid red hair and your deep brown eyes."

She wrapped her arms around Harry's waist and pulled him close to her. He smelled like the outdoors after a midsummer storm mixed with the smell of cologne. Harry was the perfect boyfriend, Ginny knew this. But she couldn't help thinking about Severus in the back of her mind. Harry had always been there for Ginny. But he was "safe" and didn't have the bad-boy flare that Severus did.

What am I doing? She questioned herself a lot, but she was asking herself the same question more and more lately. He's perfect. Just call it off with Snape. Don't be an idiot, you love Harry and Harry loves you. You will never be able to do better than Harry, Ginny. Stop being such a horrible girlfriend…

She gazed at Harry, her eyes were watery as if she were about to cry. "I would die for you, I would die for us…" A translucent tear glided down her freckled cheek down to her fake smile as she thought to herself; I really fucked this up…