She sat in bed thinking about how he talked to her and wondered if a she had a slight chance with him. Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley? No. No one would believe it. She refused to believe it. He can't like me. I'm his best mate's sister.

"Ginny, can't you go to sleep and enjoy the holidays at home?" She heard Hermione say at once.

"Of course not." Ginny smiled weakly. "Not until warn, tasty butterbeer is oozing down my thought." She sighed as Hermione looked close to tears. She gave up butterbeer because it supposedly had rat droppings in it. Yeah well, no one's told her what's in Fred and George's newest concoction.

Harry came bursting in and her heart leapt. She quickly hid her smile with a yawn as he mumbled, half asleep, "Molly wants everyone downstairs… Now." He added matter-of-factly. Ginny got dressed in silence as Hermione ran for the nearest bathroom. Ginny heard retching and sighed. So now Hermione was sick on Christmas day. Hermione came back in, looking pale and seemed to be fighting back more vomit.

"Are you okay?" Ginny asked only half concerned.

"No. I- I slept with Ron. Last week. When you guys were playing Quidditch and he said he was sick. I went in to see if he was alright and he was laying there. I couldn't help it! What am I going to do! I'm only 17!" Ginny truly felt sorry now.

"It'll be fine. My mum won't mind. It'll be her first grandchild. Now I just have to sleep with someone and there will be no more Weasley virgins." Her mind filled with images of Harry.

"Aw! I know!" Hermione said, jumping ecstatically. "You could loose it to Harry! I know you still have feelings for him. I see the monster wanting to pounce every time your eyes meet his."

Ginny's face felt hot. "Yeah well, his monster growls for Cho." She opened her bedroom door. "Time for my mother's cooking." Ginny saw Hermione's face light up at the sound of food, guessing she was no longer nauseous.

Ginny sat across from Harry at dinner. His leg accidentally rubbed against hers and that monster Hermione was talking about roared its approval. I can't. she thought to herself. Not Harry. Don't look at him. But didn't listen to herself and looked up, right into his green eyes. He smiled and she turned slightly peach but he didn't seem to notice. She then felt his leg brush against hers once more and looked at Harry's eyes again. The were glazed over and he looked hung over. Ginny looked around and noticed everyone else looked like that. But, of course, Fred and George.

"Spiked the egg nogg, eh?" She leaned closed to Fred who said "No actually. I tipped my love potion I was saving for Angelina into the bowl when I was trying to stick it into my pocket." He blushed and decided to take a glass. He handed it to Ginny and grabbed one for himself.

When the nogg touched her lips, she felt burning inside her. She looked up at Harry who nodded his head towards the staircase. She smiled and followed him as he got up.

A/N: It's sloppy, but it's my first fic. I wrote it in ten minutes. Hope it's not that bad. R+R