Hello I would like to welcome you to another terrific chapter of this on going saga, Christmas Complications.

I would also like to apologize if the chapter isn't up to my usual standards, I've become emotional distraught after reading a horrible Fanfic. I read chapter 14 of 'White Lilies.' I've had that story on my story alerts list for as long as it's been out, but that last chapter made me want to scream! If you don't read the last chapter, then I suggest you read the story.

I would also like to apologize that I haven't updated in so long. I just had finals, and haven't had a lot of time to type (also I lost my floppy disk for a while). I have also been working on 2 other stories. One is called 'Phone Calls, Sharpie Highs, and Lack of Sleep,' and the other is 'Hermione's Fan Mail' but that one's on a different account, hpfreaks815. So please check those out, I really need the reviews. And without further ado, here's the long awaited chapter of Christmas Complications.

Arguments You really should get up; you'll have to face him sooner or later.

Hermione was laying in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, not wanting to abandon the safety of her room. She had been having a silent argument with herself for what seemed like forever. She couldn't bring herself to face the boy who she knew was waiting for her downstairs.

I need to stop fooling myself, Hermione thought bitterly. He's probably down on the grounds somewhere with Cho.

"I hate Cho," Hermione said, not fully realizing that she had said this out loud.

"She's not all that bad once you get to know her. But I wouldn't want to hang out with her all the time, she's kind of clingy."

Hermione peered out from behind the curtains surrounding her bed. There he was, standing in her doorway looking partially worried, and partially amused.

"How did you get in here? I thought boys couldn't get into the girls dormitories."

I have my ways. Are you feeling OK?" Harry asked not taking his eyes off Hermione. "Lavender and Parvati said you were talking in you sleep, and it's almost noon and you haven't come out of your room; you never sleep in."

"I'm fine," said Hermione shortly. She didn't feel like discussing how hurt she was that Harry hadn't gone to Hogsmeade with her, she didn't think she could bring herself to admit that she was secretly in love with him.

"Why do you hate Cho? She really isn't a monster or a dragon, I think it's a plus. This is my first year at Hogwarts something hasn't tried to kill me! Then again, I have a Quidditch match in a couple weeks, someone might try to kill me then, but so far I'm good!" Harry waited for a few seconds, hoping that Hermione would talk to him, or even a smile, but it didn't happen, and he was quickly becoming worried about her.

He walked into the room, and looked around, he had never been in the girl's dormitories, and he didn't think he'd ever have to, or be able to. He sat down on a nearby chair and continued to stare at the place he had last saw his friend, but she had disappeared behind the curtains. "Why are you mad at me?" he finally asked in hopes that maybe if he asked a question she would have to speak to him.

"Why do you care?" Hermione asked coldly. She wanted more than anything for Harry to leave; she felt empty and hurt as though her whole world was falling in on her, and she couldn't bear to have the reason for all of this pain sitting inches from her.

"Hermione, you're my best friend, I care about you. What makes you think that I don't? You're the smartest person in our grade, and even if you weren't you should be smart enough to know that I—"

He was cut off by a small sob from somewhere on the bed.

"Hermione are you ok?" Harry said become worried that he had said something to offend her. "I didn't mean to make you cry…um…" he looked around, he had no idea what to do in a situation like this.

"Get out of my room!" Hermione said in a weak, yet powerful voice.

"Hermione I was—"

"GET OUT!" Tears were now flowing down Hermione's face, and she didn't want Harry to see her in that state.

"Ok, if you want me to leave, I'll leave. Sorry I bothered you, I just wanted to make sure you were all right."

"Harry wait!" She called, wishing she hadn't made him leave, but it was to late, the door had already closed, and she was alone again. The feeling of empty nothingness increased. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Harry, she knew that it didn't feel all that great.

Hermione sat on her bed, tears silently streaming down her face. She had been sitting like that for no longer than five minutes when the door opened once more and in stormed Lavender and Parvati, both looking furious.

"HARRY JUST STEPPED ON MY FOOT, DESTROYING MY NEW SHOES AND IT'S YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU UPSET HIM!" Lavender screamed as she stormed into the room.

"And the shoes aren't the only problem with this," Parvati said glaring at Hermione as is she had committed an unbelievable crime, too horrible for words.

"It's not my fault!" Hermione said not looking out from behind her curtains; tears were still pouring down her face. She didn't feel like being told off for something that was Harry's fault in the first place.

"WASN'T YOUR FAULT!" Lavender screamed. "HOW IS THAT NOT YOUR FAULT!"

"Calm down Lavender," Parvati said calmly, but without taking her eyes off Hermione's face. "You-Know-Who doesn't faze that boy, yet you manage to send him storming up to his room, trample Lavender in the process, and not say a word of apology. All he said was 'girls suck' and then he slammed his door shut."

"And you're the only girl he's talked to today, and he was leaving our room," Lavender said. She had now stopped yelling, but she still looked livid.

"I've never seen him so upset!" Parvati said angrily.

"And you care why?" Hermione asked, her anger rising. Parvati and Lavender had never showed the slightest interest in what she or Harry had done. "It's not like Harry can't pay for you shoes, I really don't see the problem."

"The problem is," Parvati said cutting off Lavender in fear that she might start shouting again. "That Harry is your best friend, and you're madly in love with him, and you two are fighting and no one else is enjoying it. Ron is the one that you argue with, and it's not right that now Harry's being punished for something that he doesn't even know he did!"

Hermione emerged from her bed, mouth-hanging open, wondering where on how on earth Parvati had found that out. "I'm not in love with Harry," Hermione said, much to late and not sounding very convincing. She was finding it hard to stop tears to continue their flow.

"Yes you are, and he likes you."

"No he doesn't," Hermione said becoming annoyed and confused Harry couldn't possibly like her, he fancied Cho, the thought of it made her task even harder.

"He likes you, and he felt guilty that he made you upset that he went to Hogsmeade with that Ravenclaw girl," Lavender said looking as though she was trying to figure out how Hermione had managed to be called smartest girl in Hogwarts for so long.

"What do you guys do all day?" Hermione asked looking at the two girls in front of her, concerned for their sanity. "Invent new theories as to who likes who in this stupid school. Because if you do, you two need to get a life."

"And yet we have boyfriends and we're they most popular girls in our grade and house," Lavender said defensively. "Clearly we aren't the ones that need a life, because the only boy that likes you is destroying his dorm, while you're in here crying your eyes out."

Hermione grabbed her wand and sat down on her bed, trying to remember ever curse or jinx she'd ever learned.

"Put your wand away Hermione," Parvati said sounding annoyed.

"But I remember learning how to change peoples eyebrow colors, I think you'd look great in lime green, and I'm pretty sure that it will change more than eyebrows."

"You need to be jinxing Cho not us," Lavender said rolling her eyes. "You've got no reason to be mad at us, we haven't done anything to you. Cho stole Harry from you, if you were smart, you'd go after her, well I thought you were smart, but I'm not to sure anymore. How could you have not figured all this out?"

"HARRY DOESN'T LIKE ME! I'M SMARTER THAN EITHER OF YOU! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" Hermione shouted as tears fell from her eyes. She didn't even care is the two girls saw her cry, she just wanted to be left alone again. Felling guilty about yelling at Harry seemed much better than listening to Parvati and Lavender much longer.

"If you don't go apologize to Harry, then you're the stupidest girl in this school," Parvati said coldly, and she walked out of the room, Lavender at her heels.

"I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to apologize," Hermione said to herself. "It's his fault that he can't figure out why I'm mad at him, and why Chang asked him to Hogsmeade. He doesn't have any reason to be mad at me."

Even as she tried to convince herself that it wasn't her problem if Harry was angry, she got out of bed, grabbed her wand, and left the room. She was planning on going to see Harry and apologize, if she didn't she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't fix the damage. Yet even as she made her way across the empty common room to the boy's dorms, she felt a sense of dread.

Harry didn't have to forgive her. He could simply refuse to talk to him, and kick him out of his room as she had done to him. She came to an abrupt stop as she reached the stairs to the boy's dormitories. She considered turning back, she should probably give Harry time to calm down before she spoke to him, and he might not even be up there anyway.

She stared up the staircase wondering what she should do. You can't just stand here, Hermione told herself. If someone comes in here, they'll think you're insane. She sighed heavily and began to walk up the staircase to Harry's room.