A/N.: Hello everyone and Merry Christmas! I had this idea for a short scene and wanted to post it, hoping it would take your mind off what's happening in the World for a few moments. My intention was for you to read on Christmas' Eve. I hope I did it on time. Here in my country it's still only afternoon.

I plan on releasing a companion piece to this, tomorrow. Please, if you liked it, leave a review. What makes me even happier than writing is knowing that someone eles enjoyed it too. Stay safe!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K.Rowling.


Harry's feet make a scrunching sound hitting the cobbled street filled with patches of snow. It had stopped snowing an hour ago already but the temperature was cold enough that the streets were white. The wind hit his cheeks, the only part of his body vulnerable to it. He wore his hood over his head and the knitted gloves Mrs. Weasley had made for him. His breath was forming in the air ahead.

There were some few stragglers out on Christmas' Eve, facing the weather, to delight themselves in the picturesque scene. Most were eating dinner at this hour, either at their warm homes, or in one of the restaurants in London. Just as he was thinking about it, one of the local restaurants caught his attention, on the other side of the street. It looked like an Italian one, with wooden tables and traditional decoration.

We could eat there, tonight. Harry always loved to try new places to eat in the Muggle world and Ginny was his most loyal companion, sharing his excitement and adding to their list of favorites. He continued on his way, imagining what dish they could try out.

He adjusted his jacket a little tighter as the temperatures seemed to drop. The sky was cloudy and snow was threatening to fall again. A couple ahead was seating in a park bench, the girl on top of her boyfriend, to protect themselves from the chilly night. Though, as he looked a bit closer, maybe it wasn't only for that purpose... Their faces were quite close together.

An image came unbidden to his mind of Ron and Hermione, where he left them, at Ron and George's apartment above WWW. He decided to pay them a visit before meeting Ginny, but twenty minutes in, his best friends engaged themselves in an argument. That he was used to. What troubled him was what came after, when they started to make up. He put on his jacket and gloves and decided to take a walk to the place where he was to meet his girlfriend.

He did love that his best friends were together, as long as he didn't have to see the more intimate moments. He got uncomfortable by that with any couple, actually. Unless it envolved him and her. Ginny.. with her soft lips and beautiful hair.

A smile spread on his face, his cheeks stretching, seeming frozen by the cold. In just a few moments he'd get to see her in person again, feel her hair through his fingers, taste her smile. Two months was way too long to be without her. Definitely.

The first flakes of snow started to fall, landing timidly on his face. He didn't feel bothered by it, though. His mind was someplace else. Harry watched serenely the shops and cafes closing their windows and doors to protect from the snowy wind. One of those shops took his mind from flowers, red and warm brown eyes. It was one of those gift shops where you could buy trinkets to give to someone dear. Just in the shop window, there was a snow globe, containing a little house with trees and flowers. He went in, Ginny would love that. Her interest for Muggle things rivaled her father's and she loved how they had things so similar to the Wizarding World, and yet, used no magic.

Five minutes later, Harry payed for the gift, and took it in a little bag, checking his watch and picking up his pace. At any moment now, she would Apparate in a side alley nearby and walk to the corner they chose to meet. The snow was falling a bit more earnestly now, but he practically didn't feel it. Looking ahead, to the end of the street, she wasn't there yet.

He arrived at their spot, passing an electronics store, and coming from the other street, horizontal to his, was the face he was looking for.

She smiled, her eyes shining under the white woolly hat. Her gloves were white too, also made by Mrs Weasley's capable hands. Her hair was loose, the reds accented by the white, snow flakes attached to the ends of it. In no time at all she was pressed against him, arms around his neck and he was taken by a wonderful, flowery smell, so uniquely Ginny's.

Her nose and lips pressed to his neck, his face buried in her hair, while his arms wrapped around her waist, and he felt happier than he felt the last two months. They separated just to press their lips together. His were chapped by the cold, but hers were soft, protected by the lip gloss she loved. Her gloved hands held his face in place and he almost took his own gloves off, just to run his fingers through her hair then and there.

"Hi." she whispered, after breaking apart.

"Hey." Harry caressed her cheek, out of breath. "Everything ok with the Portkey?"

"Uhum" she smiled.

"I have something for you." Harry picks the globe out of the bag and hands it to her.

"It's a Muggle one!" She exclaims after examining it. "I love it. It's so cute."

"I thought you would." Harry grins.

"Thank you." She kisses his cheek "Ron and Hermione are at his apartment?"

"Yeah" Harry makes a face.

Ginny laughs "I get it you stopped by, then?"

"Very briefly" he confirms, hands in his pockets.

"Thought so." She smirks. "Are we eating at your place?"

"Actually, I found a new restaurant on my way here where we haven't been before. And it was open."

"Oohh one of those cosy, traditional ones we like?" Her eyes sparkle.

"Exactly like it." He says, proudly..

"Lead the way" She extends her hand and they start their way back.

Ginny nudges him. "Do you think, later, we could have a –"

"Hot chocolate?" He interrupts."There's a cafeteria across the street where we're eating. Think I don't know my girlfriend?" He nudges her back, jokingly.

"That sounds great. But I was thinking maybe we could have it at your place?" She glanced at him, innocently. "I told my mom I was sleeping at Hermione's tonight. You know, Apparating all the way to Ottery St. Catchpole is really tiring after a Portkey to London."

"It's definitely tiring." Harry says, mock-seriously . She laughs. He loved making her laugh, it filled his heart with warmth even in the cold snow. "There's no other way then, we'll have to drink hot chocolate and keep each other warm tonight.

She agrees and leans into his side. He wraps his arm on her shoulders and pulls her closer.

"So, how is Julie?" Harry continues their conversation. Julie was Ginny's teammate and roommate at Holyhead.

"She was laughing happily at my expense when I left." Ginny huffs.

"Why?"

"I may have gotten a calendar just to count the days until I saw you today." She whispers, just loud enough for him to hear. Because this kind of thing she certainly wouldn't say in front of her brothers, or her parents, or any of her friends, for that matter. It was certainly embarrassing. And Harry would take the mickey out of her the whole Holiday season. But she would hand him this opportunity, for only she knows also how good this piece of information made him feel.

He does it. He teases her, cause she wouldn't expect any less of him. As for the deeper meaning, it didn't have to be spoken out loud.

"You can't blame her. That's pretty cheesy, Weasley."

"That's pretty rich, Potter, coming from someone who bought me a gift and planned the whole evening before we even met." She half smiles and half smirks in a way so completely adorable, he can't keep the goofy smile off his face. Internally, he thinks he should try and play it cooler than that, but honestly, he wasn't a 16 year old teenager trying to find the courage to ask her out anymore. She had him completely infatuated by her. And he wouldn't have it any other way.