Disclaimer: I do not have ANY relationship to J.K. Rowling (I wish!), nor the WB, nor nothing related to Harry Potter's copyright. This fan fiction was written as a short one-shot based on the songs "Last Christmas" and "All I Want Is You This Christmas". Any similarities with other stories are purely coincidental. The characters and places in the story don't belong to me obviously!! But I thought it'd be fun to write this. ;)
Author's Notes: Well, you guys - I wrote this er... on December 15th, 2004. I had been listening to Christmas songs those few days, and a few lines from 2 of the songs got stuck in my head, then... all of a sudden, this short idea came up. I wrote this in er... 30 minutes or so. It's quite short really, and it didn't qualify to be posted at Portkey.org, but I didn't wanna add anything more to this.
I hope you enjoy reading this bit!! And... THANKS for reading!!! And please ANY comments that you may have are welcome!
"All I Want This Christmas Is You."
It was almost two years since Voldemort defeat. Everything was generally okay, but it was that time of the year when you long to have someone by your side, and that's how Harry was feeling. For the last two years, Christmas has given him the need for someone to love and to care for, someone who can love him back just because he was Harry, just Harry.
Last year he tried something drastic. Mind you, he began feeling this way just before the great battle, and after it, he just chickened out. Anyway, it was Christmas and Harry sent presents to all his friends, but he got an extra special one for certain someone. He wrapped it up and sent it with a letter saying "I love you", but never got an answer. The next time he saw her, she didn't say anything, so he kind of forgot about it.
However, it was that time of the year again, but this time, he'd be spending it with his friends, meaning he'd be seeing her. How on the name of Merlin will he make it through the day without making a complete fool out of himself? They'd all be going to Grimmauld Place; he'd be hosting the party… would he-
Suddenly the bell rang; luckily he got rid of Ms. Black portrait because it'd be a nuisance. Harry opened the door and his eyes met a pair of brown ones.
"Merry Christmas, Harry." She said sweetly, as snow covered part of her brown locks and her cheeks showing a soft blush because of the cold.
"Er… merry Christmas, Hermione." Harry added a bit nervous. "You er… are a bit early, not that I mind. Please, come on in!"
"Here, Harry… you can put this among your other presents." She told him, giving him the gift and taking off her anorak.
"You didn't have to bring me anything, Hermione, really…" Harry said, blushing a bit and helping her with her garment.
"Nonsense, Harry!" Hermione said tapping him on the shoulder and then brushed her hand against his cheek sweetly.
Harry almost melted. Really, how was he supposed to endure this? He smiled sweetly at her and cupped her hand with his.
"Do you need any help setting up anything, Harry?" Hermione asked softly.
"Well, as a matter of fact… I haven't put the gifts under the tree. You can help me with that."
Hermione nodded and accompanied Harry to the living room. The fireplace gave the place a warm a cosy feeling. Hermione looked so lovely there. Harry stood there motionless, just watching her. He wanted to taste her lips, wrap his arms around her and feel her close to him. He'd grown used to her touch, all the arm-grabbing in dangerous situations; he missed it, not the dangerous situations, but her touch.
"Harry, are you feeling okay?" She asked a bit worried, approaching him.
"Er… yah, I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Er… you know last year, when I sent you your present."
"Yes, what about it? I loved it by the way, did I ever tell you?" She said smiling, beaming with happiness.
"Yes, you told me everyday for the first week…" He laughed nervously.
"Then what is it?" She said going back to serious again.
"Well, er… I was just wondering about the message."
"What message, Harry?" She said confused.
"The message I sent you with er… your gift, you know." He said opening his eyes.
"I never got any message, Harry."
"You mean… you never- no letter, no nothing?" Harry asked a bit relieved.
"No, Harry, what was it?" She asked inquisitively.
"Aw… never mind."
But that "never mind" wasn't enough for Hermione, and that was Harry's mistake. She kept on looking at him, she wanted to know, and she was going to get that information.
"Come on, Harry! You brought it up…" She said innocently. "You know you can talk to me about anything…" She said sitting on the couch and tapping a spot for Harry to sit.
"No, really, Hermione… don't mind it." But he sat next to her anyway. "I hope you like your present this year." He said giving her a half grin, trying to change the topic of conversation.
"I'm sure I will, Harry… I just hope you like your present." She said messing up his hair.
"Don't you know the best thing you could give to me?"
Harry looked at her intently and smiled at her. He brushed some of the brown locks of hair that fell on her face, and leaned closer to her. Both of them closed their eyes, as their lips brushed against each others.
The kiss lasted a few minutes, but once they needed air, their lips parted. Harry opened his eyes first, and saw Hermione with her eyes closed still, smiling.
"Harry…" She said whispering.
"Hermione, before you say anything I-"
"Harry, relax…" She said cupping his face. "I liked it" She added with a face full of joy. "Believe me; you have no idea how much time I've waited…"
"You mean you- if- I- You mean if I had done this before, we would've- Oh! Bloody bird!!!"
"Yes, Harry…" She said giggling at his frustration. "Now… about that letter you sent a year ago… what did it say?"
"Aw, well… it didn't say much." Harry said rolling his eyes, trying to stop the blush from showing. "Just a few words… you know"
"What did it say?" She asked again. Harry was trying not to tell her, but she insisted. "Harry! No secrets between us…" She said brushing her index finger on his lips.
"I wrote three words, well… four! If you count my name at the bottom of the letter." He said.
"Harry! What did you want to tell me?"
"Hermione, I… I wrote that…" Harry couldn't find the courage to tell her, but just one look into those brown eyes, and he gave in. "I wrote that I loved you."
"You loved me?"
"Oh, God, that didn't come out right…" He said grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. "Hermione, I love you… right here, right now."
"Silly git, I know what you meant…" She said smiling. "What ever held you back?"
"I don't know… my mind kept telling me that I shouldn't cross that line, but my heart kept telling me that I wanted to be with you…"
"Aw… Harry…" She said as her eyes slowly filled with tears.
"Hermione, please don't cry…"
"Oh, Harry! You're hopeless…" She said as she dried some of the tears. "I'm crying because I'm happy, not because I'm sad."
"Oh, thanks Merlin! For a moment there I thought it was dejá vu."
Harry and Hermione laughed together. They still had time before the others arrived, so they sat together, cuddling. Hermione leaned against Harry's chest, his arms around her.
"Harry, what's the best thing that I could give to you?"
He smiled; sometimes Hermione can be so clueless.
"Hermione, all I want this Christmas is you…"
Happy Holidays!!! Paz para todos ustedes!
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