Chapter 2-The Fight
When he apparated to just outside the Burrow, he thought he was looking at a postcard. The rickety building was snow capped and all around it must have been an inch deep layer of cold snow. He trudged down the path to the door, but was about to rap hard on the wood, when a large ball of pure white snow smashed across the back of his head, followed by another to his back.
He spun round and saw his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, who both grinned at the sight of him. "All right there, Harry? Oh yeah, merry Christmas." Smirked the tall, freckled boy. "Yes, merry Christmas, Harry!" smiled the brown haired girl, bounding over to him and hugging him.
Ron came over and patted him on the back as well. They knocked on the front door, to be welcomed in by Molly Weasley, who smiled happily and embraced Harry tightly. "Everyone's coming soon, dear, except Ginny. She's upstairs in her room." Spoke Mrs Weasley.
Harry forced a grin, although was not happy-Ginny would definitely come down and be with the three of them, and with no-one else to talk to, he would need to speak with her. "Hermione and Ronald have only just come back from their date, you know!" exclaimed a proud Mrs Weasley, with her back to them, whilst arranging some things from the sink.
"Mum! Be quiet..." mumbled a blushing but still grinning Ron. "Lunch won't be ready for some time, so why don't you three and Ginny go for walk?" she finished.
"Come on Harry, let's go get Ginny." muttered Ron, who was clearly longing for food. Bracing himself for this, Harry followed the others to Ginny's room. As they did, Ginevra Weasley strode out. She was just wearing a pair of jeans, trainers and a black jacket, but she looked beautiful to Harry, who could not help but stare at her face. She blushed ever so slightly as she spoke "Hi Harry. Merry Christmas." To which, Harry replied, in a falsely happy tone.
They set off down the path to the large garden, where Ron devised teams for a snowball fight. "But who's on each other's teams?" asked Hermione. "Er...How about me and Harry vs. the girls?"he answered. "How about Harry and Ron are captains and we flip a galleon to see who's on each other's team," returned Hermione, who drew out a gold coin, "Ginny's heads and I'm tails."
Harry was in two minds about whether or not he wanted Ginny on his team or not. But there was no time to think. "Ron, this is for who's on your team." said Hermione as she flipped. She spoke out confidently, "Tails, I guess I'm with you, Ron!" Ron put his arm around her as they walked off to collect fresh snow.
Ginny looked down at her feet whilst walking over to Harry. "So...I guess-" she was cut off as two snowballs hit them both. Harry and Ginny nodded at each other and sprinted off armed with snowballs. She hoped that their friendship would be healed with the fight. At one point, Harry was on the ground, with Hermione and Ron with monumental snowballs in each hand, standing over him, about to strike.
"Gin, a little help!" he called out. No sooner had he spoke, than a red streak shot by, leaving a snow-covered couple in her wake. Harry and her sprinted to cover. Harry turned to her. "Thanks." He grinned. She smiled. Then their eyes met, green facing brown. But a snowball which landed between their heads broke the trance, and the fight resumed.
Forty five minutes later, a thoroughly freezing four teenagers roamed into the living room, curled up by the fire. Ginny leaned over to Harry and pulled out a clump of snow from Harry's black hair. He suddenly blushed and felt goose bumps erupt on his neck.
"Oh yeah, Harry, I promised 'mione I would go with her for a couple of hours to her parent's house." Suddenly came Ron's voice.
"Oh...O.K." returned Harry. He was not looking forward to spending half a day alone with Ginny. The two left around twenty minutes later, at which Ginny gestured for Harry to join her outside for a walk. Harry reluctantly followed her. As they slowly padded silently across the cold ground, Ginny initiated speech. "So...what have you been doing since...the ...you...know."
"Oh...well Kingsley said he can help me to become an auror, so...You?"
"Well...not much...after seventh year, George said that I should get some work experience at his joke-shop..."
"Right...That sounds...er...great." Idiot! He called himself. He was making up crap just to make conversation. It would be a long hour.