A/N; EnglishBrat must burn in eternal Hell. She got me into the Christmas mess! * points finger * I'm now bound by my words to write a Christmas fic. I haven't decided what couple to put in yet… * thinks * wait, yes I have!

And to Cat: JAMES THE SEX GOD! * drools *

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It all started one winter's night when Lily Evans and her roommates were discussing Christmas issues. It was tradition by then to get each other gifts, but it wasn't that big of a deal.

"I've got the perfect idea!" Allison Turley, a short pixie-like girl with short strawberry blonde hair volunteered, smacking her chewing gum.

"Let's hear it." Arabella Figg, one of Lily's best friends said sternly, poising her quill over a piece of parchment. She brushed her black silky, straight hair out of her face.

"Ok, Muggle children have something called a Secret Santa that they do a lot." She said with much enthusiasm. The girls in the dorm exchanged looks, but again turned their full attention to Allison so she could finish the tale.

"Anyway, what you do is draw boys and girls names out of a hat that we want to have participate and that's the person that you give a present to. But here's the catch, you can't tell the person you're giving the gift to! On Christmas Eve, you give the present to your Secret Santa!" She finished, and sat expectantly on the edge of her bed.

"That's a really cool idea, Allie!" Bethany Jones, another blonde, said excitedly. All the other girls broke into smiles and giggles, and started talking about who they wanted their Secret Santa to be.

Lily Evans looked excitedly at Arabella, who was furiously writing the information Allison had given them.

"I personally think that James Potter, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin should be involved!"

People turned around to see who the speaker was. It was Samantha Rowland, the 7th year Ice Queen and Miss Popularity, next to Lily and Arabella, of course. Her perfectly groomed dark brown hair was pulled into a flawless French Twist on the top of her regal head. Her immaculately manicured nails rested slightly on the armrests of a chair by her bed, her knees tucked under her. Her silky, slinky pale pink nightgown glinted in the lamplight of the dorm.

Among them, giggles rose, if not more high-pitched than usual. James Potter, head of the Marauders (the most infamous prankster group of it's time) was no short of a Sex God. He had untamable black hair, mischievous brown eyes, a smile that would melt chocolate and did melt girls' hearts, popularity that would rival the Queen of England's, perfect marks in all of his subjects, he was Head Boy, a spot on the Quidditch team and Samantha as a girlfriend.

Lily hated him with every living fiber in her body. She, opposed to every other female in the school besides Arabella, thought he was arrogant, stupid, nosy, ugly and talent less, to name a few of his 'imperfections.'

It wasn't like Lily and James were friends. It was actually the opposite. Lily and James had gotten off to a bumpy start in their first year after Lily had 'accidentally' spilled pumpkin juice down his back and dyed his hair orange. 'Pumpkin Boy' had been his nickname since then. He soon got back at her by putting spiders in her bed and writing in temporary 24-hour silver ink 'I've Slept With All The 5st Year Slytherin Boys' on her back.

"Don't mean to object, Miss Rowland, but must we include them?"  Lily said, trying to keep the sarcasm in her voice at a minimum.

Samantha smirked slightly. "If you look around the room, I think you'll find your answer."

Lily grimaced. She hated Samantha's tone whenever she talked to Lily; it was like icicles.

The entire roomful of girl's faces showed absolute adoration for the three beloved Marauders. Arabella, who'd been watching in her own unique silence, was the only one who looked as though having James, as a Secret Santa would meet certain doom.

Lily groaned. "As long as I'm not James' partner, I'm fine with it."

"I'm sure, Lily, that if you do not wish to be James' Secret Santa, one girl would be willing to give all the gold in Gringotts to be instead." Samantha said as smooth as her nightgown. Lily felt like strangling something, preferably the Ice Queen sitting mere inches from her.

"Well, it's unanimous then?" Arabella said cheerfully.

"AYE!"

Lily groaned. If Fate played her cards right, Lily would most definitely wind up with James as her Secret Santa.

"OK, this meeting is temporarily derailed while I write up everyone's name that's in 7th year." Arabella said, waving them all away.

Lily yawned and climbed out of bed with the other girls to go down to the Common Room. It was an impulse to either run away or stay and insult when she saw the Marauders in the Common Room, flirting shamelessly with some fifth year girls.

Lily sauntered over, resting her elbows on the headrest of one of the chairs that Sirius Black occupied.

"Boo!" She screeched in her annoying voice she saved for them.

"Fireball!" Sirius said, using James less-than-favorable nickname for her and turning around. Even if Lily hated James with a passion, she did like Sirius for his crazy sense of humor, and Remus for his sensitivity.

"Hey, where's James? I want to see who he's hitting on." Lily said, her eyes roving around the room. She found him trying to catch a giggling brunette. She rolled her eyes and called to James "Hey, four-eyes! Can't you do any better?"

The childish chase around a chair immediately stopped. James sighed loudly. "Can't you find something better to do than to nose into my personal business?"

Lily smirked and waved to the rest of the common room. "Me and everyone else here!"

The brunette glared at James. He smiled back apologetically. She made a little 'hmph' noise in her throat and stalked out of the common room.

"Way to go Evans, ruin my chances with her." James muttered.

"What chances have you got to go out with a fourth year?" Lily asked incredulously.

"Plenty. Her brother's the Keeper on the Ravenclaw team." James sniffed.

 Lily rolled her eyes. "Well, anyway. I just came down to grace you with my heavenly presence to tell you that us 7th year girls are having what's called a Secret Santa. It's where you anonymously give a present to your 'partner' on Christmas Eve."

"And… that's valid how?" James asked, looking at her like she was from Mars.

"Just warning you, if I get stuck with you as a Secret Santa, I'm sending you dragon dung!" She said threateningly, jabbing her finger in his direction as she sailed up the stairs to see if Arabella was done yet.

"We can always use it to throw at her." Sirius suggested. James scowled.

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Christmas fluff? Not yet. Fishy situation? You bet! Fluffy yet? Er… no. =)