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Chapter 1
It's Christmas. Anything can happen.
Harry slipped on his slippers, careful not to wake Ron, who was snoring slightly beside him in the dorm.
He slid the door open quietly and began to decent the stairs. He wasn't going to open any presents . . . not until Ron woke up at least. The fire glowed and logs crackled as they burned. "House elfs…." Harry said quietly to himself. "We wizards owe them so much."
"Yes, we do. That's why I think we should fight for their rights." Came a voice out of the darkness of the dorm. The only light was comnig from the fire. The warmth of it felt pleasant on Harry's face.
"Herimione. You're up early." "So are you, Harry."
Harry felt his heart flutter. He had liked Herimione since the beginning of his 6th year at Hogwarts. It had nearly kiled him when Ron and her started dating. He took a seat in front of the fire.
"Couldn't sleep," he grumbled. "Me neither," came her reply.
"How are things with Ron? Nevermind, that's not my buisness." He said, standing up. "No Harry. I think it is your buisness." She said, moving closer to him. "Wha . . . ?" Was all he managed to get out. She was directly in front of him now. Slowly, she raised her hand and combed it through his hair. Suddenly, she got it behind his head and pulled him to her, lip-to-lip. Harry felt her slip her tongue into his mouth.
Suddenly pounding foot steps comnig down the stairs, and Ron's voice yelling "Harry, it's Christma….. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!"