Written for Christmas Collection Competition

Christmas Prompts: "Santa! Oh my God! Santa's coming! I know him! I know him!" (dialogue) and Holiday (word)

Beta: Checkmate-13


Narcissa loved the Christmas holidays. It was a time where people opened their hearts and were kind to one another. Hogsmeade was busier than usual with parents doing last minute shopping and kids having a great time. It was a nice thing to see for Narcissa as she bought gifts for Andromeda and Bellatrix. She had decided to stop at the Three Broomsticks Inn for a small break, before heading over to Honeydukes and Dominic Maestro's. As she pushed her way through the crowded Inn, she heard an unmistakably familiar laugh and she silently cursed. What a coincidence that she would have bumped into her annoying cousin with his equally annoying friends?

She lifted her head up above the crowd, to find her cousin and his friends. Narcissa finds them by the counter in a corner, and she quickly went the opposite way. Narcissa didn't make it far before she could hear her name being called.

"Hey wait, Cissy."

She ignored them, and continued on her way to the other side of the inn. But Narcissa didn't get far before she felt a hand on her wrist, that jerked her back and turned her around. Blue eyes widened and stared back into hazel ones; the owner of them gave her a lopsided grin and she felt her cheeks go red.

"Why are you so eager to leave?" James Potter asked, pulling her close.

"I wouldn't want to waste a second with you or my cousin or your pathetic set of friends," Narcissa snapped, pulling her arm away.

"Ouch, Black." He acted as if he was wounded.

"You'll get over it, now get lost." Narcissa said, walking towards the bar.

"I'd rather not. No guy in their right mind would leave a girl as pretty as you all alone."

Narcissa bristled. "I can take care of myself."

"I doubt that." He teased, "Now lead the way, milady."

She rolled her eyes and restrained herself from storming over to the table in the corner. Narcissa slid into the chair, and James sat in front of her.

Rosmerta had made her way to their table, "What will you be having?"

"Butterbeer." Narcissa said.

"Same." James answered

Once they were left alone again, James leaned forward and took her hand into his own. The youngest black sister suck in her breath and stared directly into his eyes.

"What is it, Potter?" Narcissa demanded.

He opened his mouth to say something before closing it and shaking his head. Instead he looked up and stared at something behind her, a big grin emerged from his face.

"Wha-" Narcissa started to say, then groaned.

She knew the man that stood there with the red suit and white beard and black boots with all the kids surrounding him. Narcissa knew that it wasn't dear ole' Saint Nick, but instead a man that dressed up as the made-up man.

"Don't you remember, Narcissa?" James chuckled.

"Shut up, James." She threatened, but he paid it no heed.

"'Santa! Oh my God! Santa's coming! I know him! I know him!'" James said in a high-pitched, girly voice.

"I was nine," Narcissa protested.

"Actually you were ten," James corrected her. "Who would've thought the same Ice Queen Narcissa had believed that Santa Claus was real?"

Narcissa put her face into her hands and groaned, "How do you remember that, anyway?"

James lean back into his chair and said very thoughtfully, "I don't think I've ever seen you quite as excited and happy than at that moment."