Chapter I: God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs

Harry gripped tightly onto Luna's ring covered hand, guiding his blonde haired friend through the pressing crowd of concert goers. The raw voice of The wierd Sisters pulsed through the crowd, the fans throwing back the words to the bandmates. Harry tossed his head from side to side as he managed to pull Luna away from the front of the thrashing pit of gangly teens.

Luna's face was radish colored, which matched her earrings perfectly, her blue tank top covered in glitter and rhinestones. She had taken to painting a teal star under her right eye, and she smiled widely as Harry pulled her out a seat near the bar. "Thanks Harry!" Luna exclaimed over the screams of enthusiasm from the front of the venue.

Harry ordered two drinks and he sat next to Luna, who was glowing with excitement. "Havin' fun, Luna?" Harry asked nervously, as this was the first time he and Luna had been together alone since he had broken up with Ginny. It wasn't like it was his first date, he recalled, but he was still somewhat self-conscious of himself, his scarred body drew attention from all of his friends now. It wasn't easy being the savior of the universe, and Harry frowned as he remembered Ginny. She never understood that he just wanted to be normal- Dumbledore realized this, that was why he had sent Harry to live with the Dursleys.

Luna's infectious smile came into existence again, and Harry admired how her teeth bit the bottom of her bright pink lips. "Harry, I'm having a wonderful time! It's much better than the Hogs Head meeting we had…but that wasn't really a date…if it was, your views on dating have severely improved!" Luna beamed, taking a sip of her sparkling green beverage.

Harry felt himself brighten up as Luna expressed her thoughts blatantly. Harry put his hand on hers and she gripped on tightly. "Hey, Luna…" Harry began.

Luna's silvery grey eyes grew even more wide as Harry addressed her, she focused on him and tilted her head, causing her mane of dirty blonde hair to fall into her face. Harry grinned and tucked strands of it behind her cutely curved ear. "Come dance with me?" Harry offered.

"Ooh, ok, yes! That would be delightful, just don't leave me talking to Professor Trelawney this time, I do think she might be outside her mind!" Luna laid her unfinished drink on the countertop and hopped off the barstool.

Harry laughed at her impeccable memory and took her hand again, she began to skip merrily to the dance floor, bringing Harry with her. The Weird Sisters ended a tune and began to readjust their instruments, magically dousing the audience in much welcomed water.

Harry watched as Myron Wagtail, the glitter and ruby clad singer of the band, threw his head up and down and scatter around the stage, as an energetic and high energy song began to play. "London!" Myron cried out, "Let's spice up this evening, a bit, eh? ONE! TWO! ONE TWO THREE!" He clapped his hands energetically , causing the audience to follow his suit.

Harry put both of his hands in Lunas' as the crowd around them screamed in jubilation.

The song played out through magical speakers, filling the auditorium with the words of song.

"Oh, God rest ye merry hippogriffs!

"Let No House Elf Dismay!

"Cuz don't you know that in a tiff,

"The Hippogriff saves the day!

"With presents round the tree,

"And plenty of Elf-Mead

"Let's have a sip, and keep our kip

"With our fine flapping friends!"

Luna's head bobbed from side to side, jiving with the merry beat of the covered song, her hair bouncing up and down as Harry felt himself come to a refined form of boogying. Her eyes were alight with purple reflected rays of shining radiance, and her cheeks alive with colour. Harry gripped onto her and danced closer to her. "Luna," Harry shouted over the resounding chorus.

She parted her lips and raised her fine eyebrows, but all the same, still singing to her favorite band.
"Luna! Luna I'm in love with you!" Harry declared boldly, trying on some of Luna's bravery.

The band played on ceaselessly, as Luna's protuberant eyes stared into Harry's. She smiled angelically and nodded her head. "I thought you might, I can tell you know, you never were a good Occlumens!" She shouted, jumping up and down to the jolly melody.

"And if the Hippogriff ain't there,

"Never worry, I've got a spare

"We'll find that Hippogriff of joy

"And make sure he comes to town, my boy!

"Yeah yeah yeah, GOD REST YE MERRY HIPPOGRIFFS!

"Let's sing this Christmas, eh?

"That ev'ry single Hippogriff gets a full stocking, OK?

"For in the land there's none so bold

"As that skivey jivey Christmas mate,

"The Hippogriffs may be a bit late,

"But a Hippogriff is great!"

Harry wasn't sure if it was the pure energy radiating from this concert that made him do it, or the beautiful way Luna was looking at him now, but he couldn't help himself any longer. Harry pulled his friend close to him, and admired her Spectrespecs- which rested carefully atop her head.

"Luna, I do, love you!" Harry declared and he pressed his lips to Luna's and tasted the sweet strawberry flavouring placed there. She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

As they broke apart from their first kiss, Luna spoke into Harry's ear, "I'll have to bring you to Daddy, you'll need to meet him. Ooh, he'll be so excited to meet you! He's always said I'll find a respectable boyfriend!"

Harry laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead, letting her retain the untarnished view of her father- not bearing to tell her the truth of what he had almost done to the tide of the war.

"I would love to meet your Dad, Luna."

"Ooh Harry, I think this has the potential to be a most enjoyable Christmas! Just think about it! Daddy and I will actually have a guest for our dinner this year!" Luna said comfortably, but Harry just barely suppressed a grimace. He really wanted to make Luna happy, and he felt sad about the uncomfortable truth she had just confided to him.

The crowd continued to dash around them, and Harry drew Luna away from them, back to the lesser packed area of the venue.

"Harry, it's fine, you can stop looking for it." Luna said, tapping him on the shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"The mistletoe, silly. Your eyes were focused on the ceiling, you must have been looking for mistletoe. You can kiss me here, if you want to,…don't be embarrassed." She offered, smiling her smile.

Harry hadn't realized he had been staring upwards, but was pleased all the same by the offer to meet Luna's lips again. "It's probably full of Nargles, anyway." Harry said as he brought his lips to meet Luna's. This Christmas indeed seemed to hold much potential, Harry thought, as he and Luna warmed up the cold winter night.