Chapter One: Hey Harry, I hear you
night, has a dawning day,
Every darkest sky
has a shining ray…."
"Oh, what a shame," murmured Ginny, cupping her hand around
a rose bloom encased in ice. "Hagrid forgot to put an anti-freezing
charm on his roses."
She had noticed the bush on a walk to inspect the grounds after it's
first snowfall of the year. She loved how the castle looked, covered in
snow. The turrets and archangels were even more beautiful surrounded by
a dreamy white background.
She snapped the bloom off the bush and raised her fist to rap on Hagrid's
door. Much to her surprise, the door swung open and her hand smacked into
something decidedly not the door.
Ginny clamped a hand over her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut. "Oh
my goodness! I'm so sorry!"
She didn't want to look to see who it was…what if it were a Professor?
Oh dear, what if she just socked the Headmaster….
She braved a glance upward. It wasn't the Headmaster. It was worse.
Harry staggered backwards, hand covering his nose, where Ginny had obviously
just hit him.
'Oh my gosh! I just slugged Harry Potter' Ginny thought incredulously.
"I'm sorry!" Ginny gasped, "I meant to knock on the door
"Then I got in your way," finished Harry with a groan. "Ever
consider a career as a Beater? You hit HARD for a girl."
For a girl, indeed! "I've got six older brothers, what did
you expect?" said Ginny snappily. Then she realized she had just
smacked him in the face. "Sorry, Harry…. I didn't hit you on purpose."
"What's all this?" Hagrid had stepped into his doorway, staring
at the two of them. "You all right there, Harry?"
"Fine," Harry said, he removing his hand and nodded at Hagrid.
Oh no.…thought Ginny when she saw the state of his face.
Hagrid gaped at Harry. "Why, you've got a bloodied nose!"
Harry stared at Ginny in amazement. "No wonder Ron's scared of you!"
Hagrid ushered Harry and Ginny into his cabin and promptly set Harry
in a chair with a towel to hold on his face. Ginny was bright red with
"I really am sorry," Ginny was bright red, "I hope you're
really not angry with me…."
Harry shook his head. "I didn't mean…for a girl," he apologized.
"I was surprised…that was all."
Hagrid was being very jolly about the whole affair. "Jus' think,
Harry, that twasn't on purpose."
"Oh, Hagrid," said Ginny remembering why she had knocked on
his door in the first place, "look at what happened."
She set the rose in Hagrid's enormous hand and he shook his head sadly.
"I forgot about tha bush. The blooms on it are ruined…you might as
well take 'em. They'll live for a few days in yer dorm if you cut 'em."
"Oh, can I?" Ginny smiled. "Thank you!" She took
the rose back from Hagrid. "Where's Ron and Hermione?" she said,
realizing that Harry was uncharacteristically by himself.
"Having Christmas a bit early, I expect," said Harry with a
Ginny cocked her head curiously, then realized what he meant. Ron and
Hermione had recently and finally admitted to liking the other
and no doubt they were making use of the free time during school holidays.
No wonder Harry had made himself scarce, the thought of her brother snogging
anyone made Ginny feel ill.
Hagrid chuckled at this. "Ron an' Hermione aren't trying to disinclude
ya, they just don't know how to handle everythin yet."
Harry shrugged. "I'll let them figure it out."
Harry touched his nose gingerly and stood up. "I'm going to the
library…History of Magic essay." Hagrid took the towel from him and
patted his shoulder.
"I really am sorry," apologized Ginny, once again.
Harry smiled briefly. "Hey, don't be so upset. You didn't mean it.
Maybe we'll do some beating practice on the field, sometime. I bet you
do some real damage with bat."
"I play Chaser," responded Ginny automatically. Oh, shut
up, Ginny, she thought, mentally kicking herself. He was joking.
Harry shrugged. "Tryouts…next year."
He waved at Hagrid and slammed the cabin door behind him.
Ginny couldn't help it, her eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Hagrid,
he's furious at me!"
Hagrid poured her a mug of hot chocolate and shook his head. "There
now, don't start crying on me. He's not mad at you. He's upset about Ron
an' Hermione, talked 'bout them for a good hour an' a half, just now.
Harry's not used to them not being around, and it's not exactly easy being
him. He'd probably like ta have you around…to talk to."
Ginny shook her head. "Harry and I don't talk. I'm Ron's little
sister, that's it."
Hagrid pushed a bowl of marshmallows towards her. Ginny miserably plopped
one into her hot chocolate and popped another into her mouth.
"You don't think you and Harry have got anythin' in common?"
asked Hagrid gently.
"No," said Ginny firmly.
"What does Hermoine have in common with Harry, then?"
Ginny swallowed her marshmallow and frowned, trying to think of something.
"Well, then?" smiled Hagrid.
"She's clever," said Ginny, naming the first thing she could
think of, "and so is Harry."
"An' you aren't clever? Why, I heard Professor Flitwick talking
on about you the other day…about your perfect summonin' charms."
Ginny blushed and smiled at Hagrid. "I'm a bit clever."
"An' who won the match last week?"
"Gryffindor over Ravenclaw, 220 to 70," she rattled off.
"Ron would know that and he's Harry's friend. In fact, Harry talked
a bit about that game to me today."
Ginny grinned. "Everyone likes Quidditch."
Ginny laughed. "Okay."
Hagrid put his hand on his giant tortoise shell knees and leaned toward
her. "Know why else Harry'd want to be yer friend?"
Ginny leaned forward. "Why?"
"Yer pretty as a sunrise, Ginny Weasley," smiled Hagrid patting
Ginny burst out laughing and blushed. "Hagrid! That's so nice!"
Hagrid chuckled and filled up her cup with more hot chocolate. "Harry's
a good person an' so are you. I don't see the troubles."
"It's not that easy talking to him, Hagrid," Ginny sighed,
rolling her eyes.
Hagrid looked at her as if she were mad. Of course, Hagrid wouldn't understand.
He never had a problem talking to anyone.
"Harry? He's just a bit shy, tha's all," said Hagrid.
"Harry's not shy!" said Ginny disbelievingly.
"Sure he is, until you get to know him. You know, come to think
of it, yer the same way."
Ginny ignored the last comment. "I haven't the slightest idea how
to approach him," she put on a high annoying voice, "Harry,
you want to talk about Quidditch? I hear you play."
Hagrid smiled. "He might like tha' better than a punch in the nose."
"Oh, Hagrid," groaned Ginny burying her face in her hands.
Harry sat on the windowsill, finishing his letter to Sirius. He wished
Sirius would come to Hogwarts for Christmas…Dumbledore could surely work
something out. Maybe if he outwardly asked Sirius for a visit, he might….
Harry ran his quill along the glass, deep in thought. He couldn't ask
him to come…that was stupid. It would be his fault if he got caught.
Harry sighed, utterly bored. The new snow looked awfully nice on the
grounds. If Ron had been acting normally they might have had a
snowball fight this morning…or…wait…that was stupid too. He supposed they
had outgrown snowball fights. Harry rolled his eyes. Growing up was highly
overrated. Although, the way Ron and Hermione were acting, it didn't seem
as though snogging was highly overrated. Harry wrinkled his nose. Ron
and Hermione snogging…yech. He was really going to have to get
used to that.
He glanced down at his parchment and smiled at his last couple of sentences.
Things have been really dull around here, ever since
Ron and Hermione decided to like each other… I never knew that all that
fighting would lead up to this! I'm missing their daily fights really,
although I expect that should start up again any day now. This might be
a record for Ron, who has failed to make Hermione mad in two weeks.
(I'm not kidding.) They just smile at each other…scary actually, sort
of like watching a Howler about to explode.
Harry didn't want Hermione and Ron to really be angry at one another,
but it would be sort of nice and back to normal. He glanced out the window
again and sat up.
Ginny had just walked out of Hagrid's cabin. He'd recognize that hair
anywhere, just like Ron's except…well…prettier…. It looked like she was
getting the roses Hagrid had told her she could have. Harry touched his
nose. It was still very tender, but he realized he had been too snappy
towards her. She probably really did want to punch him now.
Harry smiled and added more to his letter.
Ginny Weasley punched me in the nose today, as I was
walking out of Hagrid's cabin. It was an accident, but it honestly felt
like a load of bricks. She'd make a good Beater, but I don't think I'm
going to argue with her when she says she plays Chaser. Fred and
George are here for the holidays too, but they haven't been around the
castle much since Mr. Zonko, from Hogsmeade, offered to let them work
for him during the holidays. They're happier about it than anything….
They're usually too tired after working all day to play jokes on us, but
I have a feeling we're all going to have to be especially wary of our
Christmas presents this year. So, really, there isn't much to do around
here, since most of the students have all gone home for the holidays.
Well, I think I'm going to finish up some History of
Magic research in the library. Hope you and Buckbeak are safe and well,
Harry collected his things moodily and made his way down the staircase;
he really didn't want to go read about goblins.
Ginny held her wand over the edge of the vase. "Aquaes," she
said, watching the vase fill with water. Ginny flicked the excess water
off the end of her wand and pocketed it again. She frowned, moved a bloom
toward her and studied her arrangement. There, that should do it. She
pushed the vase to the center of the common room table and stepped back
to admire her work.
Ginny swung around when she heard footsteps on the dormitory stairs;
she had thought she had been alone in the tower. Then Harry bounded into
view, arms full with parchment and books.
Harry was startled to find Ginny had already returned to the common room.
He was so startled in fact, that when the red curls swung around to face
him, he couldn't think of anything more to do than to hurry on out of
the common room. He knew it was rude, but he didn't know what to say to
Ginny watched him rush toward the portrait and felt a twinge of guilt.
He was pretty sore at her for hitting him in the face. How did she get
into these messes? Ginny sighed, of course he'd rather go study than talk
Then her conversation with Hagrid echoed in her head.
"Harry's not used to them not being around, and it's not exactly
easy being him. He'd probably like ta have you around…to talk to."
"Harry and I don't talk. I'm Ron's little sister, that's it."
Ginny frowned. That wasn't it. She wasn't going to hold for that. She
wasn't just Ron's little sister. If Harry could be best chums with
an idiot like her brother, they could at least have one conversation.
She nearly stomped her foot in angry determination.
Harry had just reached the handle of the portrait when Ginny built up
her resolve to say something. Anything. She didn't care.
"Hey, Harry, I hear you play Quidditch," Ginny blurted.
Oh dear God.
Harry halted. What a curious thing to say.
He smiled funnily, "You heard I play?"
"Are you any good?" she asked.
Harry was at a loss of words. He looked at the vase of roses on the table
as she swept the trimmings into her hands and tossed them into the fire.
"Those are very pretty," he said, stepping nearer.
"I like them," said Ginny, gathering the last of the leaves
and petals, "I thought they'd be nicer in the common room so everyone
can enjo-oooh ouch!" Ginny dropped her handful of petals and winced,
looking down at her finger. Harry saw a bright bead of blood bubble up.
His History of Magic book slipped from his hands and skittered across
the floor. Harry ignored it and set his parchments down also, pulling
a handkerchief from inside his robes.
"Put this on it," he said, handing it to her.
"It's clean," added Harry as an afterthought.
"I know," she said with a small smile, "but I don't want
to ruin it by bleeding on it."
"Take it before you bleed on your robes," he said, shaking
it at her.
"Of course Hagrid has the roses with the wicked thorns. I had been
so careful, then right at the end, sliced my finger…." Her brown
eyes looked more amused than hurt.
"Let's hope he doesn't chat with Professor Sprout about getting
a rosebush that bites," nodded Harry.
"Muggles don't know what they're missing," said Ginny sarcastically.
Harry laughed and cleared the rest of the trimmings up for her. "No
one ever tells them that pixie dust causes a rash," he grinned.
"Or that anti aging potion tastes like it was drained through a
"Or that we literally do mean…eye of newt…wing of bat."
Ginny sat down in a chair and giggled. "Are you as bored as I am?"
"About to climb the walls with cabin fever," said Harry, happily
sitting down across from her.
"Then I say we find something to do," she said cheerfully.
"Only if you don't punch me."
"Do you play chess?" Harry asked her.
"No, Ron is the only one who does that. Drives the rest of us nuts.
If you've been able to put up with that for five years, you should really
be given an award or something," Ginny said, feeling surprisingly
comfortable around Harry.
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I lose every game."
"Bill got so tired of Ron beating him one day, that he charmed all
of Ron's chess pieces to only accept commands in Gobbledegook. Ron was
Harry laughed. "What do you play then?"
"I say we go to supper," said Ginny smiling.
"Mind games," said Harry grinning mischievously, "you
play mind games."
" An' she punched 'em, right in the nose!" roared Hagrid, wiping
a tear from his eye as he clunked his mead down on the table.
Professors McGonagall, Sprout, and Dumbledore laughed appreciatively.
"Ah, that explains it," said McGonagall with a rare smile,
"I thought I had been seeing things when I saw Harry having dinner
with the wrong Weasley."
"Ginny's jus' the ticket to get him out of that slump he's been
in this holiday," smiled Hagrid, "I think she's a right good
influence on him."
McGonagall cleared her throat. "Miss Weasley is certainly a good
friend, but I'm afraid she and Harry share the same mischievous influences.
I certainly hope they can occupy themselves to tasks of the non destructive
Dumbledore raised a silver eyebrow over his spectacles. "As Mr.
Weasley and Miss Granger have?"
Professor Sprout hooted into her drink glass.
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips. "That is most certainly not
what I meant, of course."
Dumbledore chuckled, "Come now, Minerva, it isn't doing them any
harm. It wasn't as if any of us didn't see it coming. Let them have their
"Hermione Granger is a respectable young lady," said McGonagall
defensively. "I know she is behaving appropriately."
Professor Sprout nodded solemnly. "Minerva's right, Hermione and
Ron are good kids, they aren't doing any harm." She glanced at McGonagall's
face and her face twitched.
"Oh, do stop looking like the cat that ate the canary and tell us,"
said McGonagall, who was obviously not enthused that she had the most
responsibility this holiday, with by far the most students staying behind.
"My garden gnomes," she paused," the helpful little ones
that pull weeds for me now and again, in exchange for food. They ran up
to me this afternoon absolutely bursting at the seams to tell me
about the two students in Greenhouse one."
"And," remarked McGonagall dryly.
"Well, they didn't have much of interest to say, they were just
overly excited about the prospect that I'd be furious at a pair of my
students. They were quite disappointed when I told them to go pull some
weeds. So, yes, apparently your students are behaving themselves."
Hagrid nodded. "You've got a good lot of kids staying behind, Professor.
I wouldn't worry a wink about them."
"I see they've got you fooled," smiled Professor McGonagall.
"To the Holidays," interrupted Dumbledore, raising his glass
of hot chocolate.
"Snape doesn't sleep," laughed Ginny.
"He has to sleep," insisted Harry.
"Well, it isn't beauty sleep, that's for sure."
Harry snorted and added a card on top of the card castle they were making
in front of the fireplace. "I've never seen any of the Professor's
"I wouldn't want to see Snape's under any circumstances," said
Ginny picking up a card from the deck. Her hand wavered over a spot towards
"Bad move," said Harry.
"No it isn't," said Ginny, "nothing would happen."
"The deck would blow up in your face," pointed out Harry, "try
to the left."
"No, it wouldn't blow up," insisted Ginny.
"Suit yourself," said Harry taking a handful of popcorn.
"I will," said Ginny setting the card into place.
Harry made an exaggerated face like the castle was going to explode right
Ginny looked at him smugly. "You're a terrible bluffer."
"I like my eyebrows NOT on fire, thank you."
"Your move, Harry."
Harry plucked the topmost card off the deck and confidently placed it
where he had told Ginny to place her card.
He turned back to her, with an equally smug expression. "Did it
"No," smiled Ginny, "your point?"
"My point is I wasn't trying to get you to make a bad move."
"Your move was less points," said Ginny. "Nice try."
"Well, Ron falls for it."
"I'm not Ron, now am I?" said Ginny cheerily placing a card
onto the castle.
Harry smiled. "No, you aren't Ron."
"There. That puts me at a twenty point lead." Ginny said raising
an auburn eyebrow that Harry noted was definitely not on fire.
Harry's smile faded as he surveyed her work. "Well, you're no fun
at all, for starters."
"Not when I'm winning, right?"
Harry was still smiling inwardly; he was having quite a bit of fun with
Ginny. He hadn't realized that Ron's little sister was so entertaining.
He supposed she had gotten over that crush she had on him a few years
back. Harry found himself wishing that he had talked to her before this.
Chalk that up onto the board of stupid things he had done.
"Easy move," he said setting a card down.
Ginny waved the smoke away from her, in peals of laughter.
Harry coughed and turned to glare at her, but failed, in that he couldn't
"Your eyebrows aren't on fire," said Ginny helpfully, "you
backed away just in time."
"Shut up!" he laughed.
"Ron falls for that one all the t-."
"Don't say it!"
While Ginny was laughing, Harry promptly put up the cards.
"I'll be right back," he said picking himself up off the rug.
"Your eyebrows look fine," teased Ginny.
Hagrid had been right. She was having lots of fun with Harry.
He made a far better friend than just a silly crush. Although, she wished
she hadn't waited until her fourth year to really talk to him. That was
Harry jogged down the stairs and smiled at her. "I've got a better
idea than Exploding Snap."
Ginny tried to make an unconvincing face. "Well if it's anything
like your Exploding Snap tactics, I don't think I should get within five-."
Harry rolled his impermeable green eyes at her. "Are you in or are
you out, Ginny?"
He stood up and shook out a mass of silvery material in front of her.
His invisibility cloak.
"Start talking," said Ginny without hesitation.
Disclaimer: Heard the lines at the beginning on the radio a few days
before I started writing this fic! Who would of thought I would have used
Ricky Martin for an H/G Christmas fic? **grins** The lines are
from Private Emotion, by Mr. Ricky Martin, wherever he is now…. Harry
and Ginny and all those other awesome HP characters belong to Ms. J.K.
Rowling. I'm just borrowing them for a bit of Christmas fun….