Harry hated Christmas.

It was as simple as that. He didn't quite know when he figured this out. He just remembered that he never had any gifts, and his aunt and uncle shooed him out of the room Christmas morning. He had never experienced decorating the tree, or feeling that fuzziness that family brought.

He had grown up knowing that Christmas was about spending time with your family, celebrating the birth of Christ. His aunt had always made them go to church Christmas morning.

But he wasn't seven anymore, and Harry was thanking the heavens for that. He smiled as he looked around the room. Hermione, his new girlfriend (!!) was snuggled in his arms, opening his present to her. Beside him sat Ron and Luna in the same position. Across them sat Neville and Ginny, staring into each other's eyes.

It was his seventh year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were in the middle of a war, and this was the one little moment that felt good and right in a very long time.

"Harry, you going to eat that?"

Harry looked at Ron, who was pointing to the last little bit of Every Flavored Beans that Luna had given him. He smiled and handed Ron the rest.

Hermione got up and held out her hand. "You want to go for a walk?" She asked.

"Sure."

He got up and laced his fingers with Hermione as they walked out of the Gryffindor Common Room. They exited the castle, and Hermione quickly cast a heating charm on them as they had forgot their robes and it looked(and felt) liked it just stopped snowing.

Hermione led them to the giant oak tree that stood beside the lake. She turned to him and held out her hand, which was holding a small black box. "Thank you so much for my ring, and I hope you like this. You should know that you weren't dropping any hints on what you wanted, so I'm sorry if you don't like it." She smiled nervously.

Harry took the box from her hands and slowly opened it. Inside was a sliver, modest watch.

"I now you probably don't need one but there was really nothing else that wasn't tack-"Hermione got cut off but a short sweet kiss.

"I love it, Hermione. It's perfect." He secured it around his wrist and inspected it. It looked quite handsome if he did say so himself.

Harry looked back up. Hermione was smiling a large, toothy grin. He leaned over and kissed her. The warm, fuzzy feeling was what he felt whenever he was around Hermione. But today it was gong non-stop. This was what Christmas was supposed to feel like, he thought.

He pulled Hermione into a hug. "You feel like Christmas."