Declaimer- The Harry Potter does not belong to me, but to a certain J.K.Rowling, that's all that I gotta say!

Dedication- I want to dedicate this to my friend Karen, who's a great friend I made this year. And even though she's moving to another state in a couple of month, I hope that we will always have the same Christmas!

A/N This is my first holiday fic, mostly because of a song called A Christmas to Remember, which inspired me to write this fic. I wish I could put the lyrics into the story itself, for it adds a lot to the feeling of the story, but I guess this will have to do. This first chapter is inspired by the song A Christmas To Remember by Amy Grant. That's all for now. Happy reading!

P.S Oh, if anyone know what's wrong with the last sentence of the first paragraph, please please inform me. It looks alright to me but the spelling check on my computer isn't agreeing. I know it's just one sentence but it's driving me nuts!

A Christmas to Remember

By Lola Leddir

Chapter One-Simple Wishes

It was dawn. A howling wind has risen during the night, battering the thatched roof cottage sheltered in the neighborhood- a neighborhood which now appeared to look like a scene within a Christmas card. Inside, a warming fire burns in the ancient stone fireplace, and beside the hearth sits a small bowl of milk, waiting for the house cat. On a cozy, weatherworn chair by the window, a woman sits, gazing out into the twinkling peaceful neighborhood. Everything looked beautiful. A purely white sheet of snow covered the entire village and Christmas lights shimmered and twinkled everywhere; red, green, blue, hold, all giving out a peaceful, almost magical glow.

The woman in the chair closed her eyes, trying to ignore the quiet excitement in the pit of her stomach. Something is going to happen this Christmas. She thought to herself. She didn't exactly know why she was thinking this way, but the feeling was inevidible. It just came to her naturely. She took another look out of her window. Of course this Christmas would be different and special, it would be the first Christmas that she ever had since she got out of school. Every Christmas at her school was memorable and now that she graduated, she would face the first Christmas without waking up in her dormitories, or opeaning her presents in the Common Room, or enjoying the feast that always awaited her in the Great Hall. Instead she would have friends over at her place, eat the things her friends bring ( since she's not much of a cook herself) and open presents under the single Christmas tree that still haven't been decorated.

You could say that things pretty much changed a lot in the wizarding world, but there are things that haven't been changed by time. Harry Potter, The-Man-Who-Lived is still living and Voldemort is still at large. But even though her and her friends might as well as die the next day, they decided to celebrate Christmas. A day with no worries, no battles, no practicing jinxes. Just relaxing, chatting and enjoying each other's company.

Hermione Granger got up off her chair. She suppose she should start decorating the Christmas tree. It was after all, the morning of Christmas Eve and she still have much to do until her friends start arriving. Thinking of this, she started to walk toward her kitchen, thinking of getting some coffee, but then decided against it and took out a thin wooden wand, muttered something under her breath and took the cup of coffee that suddenly appeared on the little table by the crackling fire.

Looking around warily around the room, Hermione caught a glimps of herself in the mirror across the room. Comparing to the Hermione Granger who stepped on Platform Nine-and Three Quarters and rode her way to Hogwarts on the red Hogwarts Express for the first time as an first year, she had changed a lot. Her dark brown hair was no longer bushy and out of control. It obediently caresscaded down the small of her back, ending in soft curls. She had grown a few fair inches, and no one would have known that she was the bookworm know-it-all when she was at school. At the age of eighteen, Hermione had the job of an aurror, teaming up with, well, who else? Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, her boys. Hermione had also changed emotionally. She no longer cared for Ron, one of her best friends romantically. They had gotten together during the sixth and seventh year at Hogwarts, but at the end of the year, they had both decided to go their separate ways. Hermione now was desperately in love with Harry Potter.

Hermione isn't very sure how or when she first fell for Harry, but she did. She loved his deep green eyes, that had a mind of their own. Sometimes it flashed with anger, sometimes it sparkled with laughter and sometimes, rarely, it revealed the innocent and care-free person within masked by a young man who is filled with hatred and fear. A man that's been through way to much than it was ever to be nessary. She loved his compassionate smile, his desperation to be normal and his desire to avenge his parents' death and all those who he loved. Hermione couldn't explain it, but she loved Harry dearly. There was that special kind of spark that always triggered off when Harry was around. Whether righting by his side, or practicing spells, Hermione always knew that nothing could go wrong because Harry is there with her.

But the unfortunate thing was, Harry was absolutely clueless about how she felt. Then again, how could he know? He was Hermione's best friend for goodness sake! Additionally, how could Hermione and Harry get together is they have to chase Lord Voldemort almost every other day? No it would be better to just wait. Yet Hermione couldn't help it. All of her self-control vanishes when she sees Harry. I'll just have to wait and see what life have in store of me. She thought. She though again of the past Christmases she spend at Hogwarts. The snowball fights that she always had with her boys, the Christmas carols they ghosts always sang and the twelve tall Christmas trees that never filed to stand in the magnificent Great Hall. How she missed those carefree times, when it was just Ron, Harry and herself, when their biggest worries were homework and Snape. Now that the war had broken out in the wizarding world, chaos and fear was thick in the air and Hermione feared for the safety of her parents, her friends and countless innocent lives daily. It was a time of darkness, a time when you didn't know who would be dieing next. I've got to hold on to the good memories. Hermione thought.

POP! The sound of Apparating was heard in Hermione's living room. Hermione turned around and there, standing in the middle of the room wasRon.

" Hi!" Hermione said smiling. " You are early!"

" Yeah, I though I'd come by and see if I can help you with anything," Ron said.

" Yes that would be nice," Hermione said looking desperately at the still barren Christmas tree that could be seeing through the halls that lead to her living room.

" So? Planning to tell Harry how you fell about him this Christmas?" Ron asked, sitting down on the chair nearest to Hermione.

"Maybe" Hermione said, blushing furiously and looking away.

" Come on Hermione! You've been in love with him forever! Just tell him!" Ron said, now taking a sip of Hermione's coffee.

" I don't know Ron, It's not exactly the best time to tell him. I mean, with the war going on and stuff. Harry's been in a terrible mood and he wasn't supportive about the idea of celebrating Christmas. I'm just really confused right now."

" Don't mind him, he's just been a little crazy lately. We should find out if Moody died and possessed Harry,"

" Ha ha, very funny Ron." Hermione sad. " But really! I'm worried about him. He just seemed so tense about everything."

" Don't worry about it." Ron assured her," Now taking another sip of coffee. " I think Luna should arrive soon." He added thoughtfully.

" Speaking of Luna, how is she?" Hermione asked, smiling a little bit. After their breakup, Ron had been going out with Luna Lovegood. They were no a happy couple and also engaged.

" Great!" She's have a blast planning the wedding! What a –" Ron stopped, lost for words, " An unique wedding it's going to be."

" I wish you guys the best," laughed Hermione.

" Thanks, I'll definetly need it!" Ron said, laughing too. " I do love her though," he said after a while. " In a way, she is all that I never knew that I wanted and more," He said quietly.

" I'm really glad that you've found the place where you are truly happy," Hermione said sincerely.

" So am I," Ron said smiling at Hermione. " And now I wish you the best finding your own happiness,"

" Thanks Ron," Hermione said.

The two best friends hugged each other tightly

" Now how about that Christmas tree?" Hermione asked, pulling away.

" I am way ahead of you!" Ron said and ran into Hermione's living room, towards the undecorated tree.

" Don't knock anything over!" Hermione called after him.

" Okay!" Ron called back, which was followed by a crash.

Hermione smiled. Her Ron was still the same old Ron. Christmas was here.

A/N Well? What do you think? Please review and tell me!