DISCLAIMER: Anything you recognise, JK Rowling invented

Hope you enjoy these :P

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!!!

-x-

Ladies and Gentlemen, if you're one of the few who've PMd or Reviewed me with your requests for a Christmas oneshot, I proudly present to you, the following ones:

For Rob Girl – Christmas in the Common Room. (Katie/Oliver)

For PottersLittleSister – Quidditch Practise (Katie/Oliver) (I haven't finished the second one yet)

For MathsIsImmortal – A Little Christmas Cheer (Katie/Fred)

For Zaks-Blood13 – Hungover. (Katie/Luna)/(Katie/Charlie)

I hope you enjoy them, and Merry Christmas... Or Happy Chrismukkah, etc. etc.

Lol haha!

----

Christmas in the Common Room

For Rob-Girl

"how about a oneshot where it's Katie/Oliver, and they're at Hogwarts. Anyways, a cute little romantic moment between Katie and Oliver would be great. I'm thinking late at night in the common room with nobody else around them would be best!"

-x-

She leans back against the sofa, preferring the scarlet carpet to the solid seating.

"Katie, can you help me out?" She looks up at me as I stride past, barely shifting her legs to allow me past with an armful of presents for the Common room Christmas tree. There are seven of us here this Christmas - Me, her, Lee Jordan, Potter, the younger Weasley brother… Ron, I think his name is, and a couple of other third year boys.

"I would, Wood, but…" She gestures to her impressive pile of cards on one side and homework on the other.

"Oh, OK." I sigh and return to my room, retrieve the next pile of presents and carry them downstairs.

"Oh, Oliver," Katie looks up at me suddenly, patting the floor beside her. "Can I-"

I go and sit down, comfortable beside her. She rises and runs to get the large box she's been hiding in her dorm.

"I got this for you," She mutters as she hands me the well-wrapped present, "Can't open it, yet, of course, but it's for you."

I stare at it, suddenly panicked. Nobody told me she'd be getting me a present!

"Katie, I- uh…"

"Don't tell me," She smiles, "Didn't know I'd get you anything?"

"Uh, kind of no." I half smile, "I got you something, I got the whole team a present, but it's hardly as big, and probably hardly as expensive as this," I gesture at the heavy parcel in my lap.

"No problem. I… what's the phrase?" She pauses, "I hate being around magical people half the time. I miss muggle phrasing…" She looks up at me and laughs, "I saw it and thought of you." She winks as I get up and go to put the present under the tree with the rest.

I'm struck dumb and motionless as I return.

Bloody hell. In this light, she looks gorgeous.

"Uh…" I stuff my thumb in my mouth as I watch her.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, Thumb hurts." Total lie. How to stop myself saying things I might regret.

"Oh." She half smiles. "You look cold. Are you?" I nod, because suddenly, in the pit of my stomach, I'm freezing. Then she looks at me and I'm warm again. What's going on with me?

"Ollie, I-" There's a small pause as Potter comes down the stairs and notices me. He says my name before he sees Katie.

"Mmm?" I look up at him and nod. "What is it?"

"Don't worry," He smiles at Katie, she goes bright pink and looks away, "I won't interrupt you, you're busy." He scurries out of the portrait hole and I'm left staring at his back.

"What was that about?"

"I dunno." Katie says too quickly, "probably something about Quidditch practise." She says with a smile, then she rises and picks up her cards, "I should probably finish these… Somewhere else." I look at her.

She goes pink, and looks away.

I've just realised. There are tears in her eyes.

"Katie-" I say her name as she walks away, watching her move, I sigh, look down at the carpet, where she had been sitting.

A small letter. No - a Christmas card. Looks like it's done, stuck down and sealed and everything, and it's got a stain on it - red lipstick, like… sealed with a loving kiss.

I run my fingers across it, absent-mindedly, never thinking of turning it over.

"Oliver… is that one of my cards?" I look up as she speaks, nod and hand it to her. She looks at the name on the front, goes bright pink and looks away. "Did you… look at this?" She mutters nervously. I shake my head and she flushes pink again.

"OK Katie?" I say as she walks away.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm… I'm fine." I rub my arm as she speaks, nerves hitting me at the simple words flowing from her lips.

---

Laughter. Loud and somewhat sexy. Clearly a girl as well.

How did Lee get a girl from another house into the common room? He's cheeky, but he'd better hope McGonagall doesn't catch him. Soft laughter echoes through my head again as I walk down the stairs from the boy's dormitories.

"Hey! Oliver, come and play!" Lee yells, they're playing extreme-exploding-awesome-snap with Potter and the little Weasley. They open up slightly to let me join them and I see the girl. Bugger it.

Bugger it to hell.

The girl… the one with the sexy laugh. It's Katie.

"You alright Oliver?" She says as I pick up my pile, avoiding her eye even though she's directly opposite me. She's leaning over slightly too, in a low cut muggle jumper.

Fuuuuuuuck.

"Sorry, Oliver?" I look up, from the area below her face.

"Did I just say that out loud?" I stammer the words as she looks at me.

"I think you did. Because I heard it, and I think you've traumatised the first years." She indicates the dynamic duo. "But, at the same time, thank you." She laughs quietly, "Ace." and we're playing, all of a sudden.

"Two."

"Three," The cards match, Weasley is the last to get his hand on them.

"Bugger it." he gathers up the cards, muttering angrily under his breath.

"Language, Weasley," Katie grins, having known the brothers for years, "You'll damage young Harry's ears." he laughs back at her, and I restart the game.

Three rounds in, the pack explodes in Katie's hands as she picks up her second loss of the game. I laugh genially at her, with the other boys and she smiles widely at us, a frustrated growl belying her irritation. She laughs and looks at me, her arms folded.

"Looks like you need some practise, Katie."

"If you think I'm going to go outside in this weather," It's snowing outside, "Then you've got another think coming!" She yells at me.

"I… I meant the game," I snigger, although scared of further rage.

"Oh." She blushes. "I-…" There's an awkward silence as she throws in her cards and folds her arms. "I have some stuff to do." She turns on her heel and walks away, up the girls dorms.

"Quick change of heart," Ron says, picking up the piles, "Anyone up for…" He pauses to think of a card game, "Anyone for Shithead?" Harry and Lee speak up, and one of the third year boys joins in with them. I shake my head, confused.

She must be on her period.

Rolling my eyes, I go up to my dormitory and pick up the finished pile of Christmas cards. I need to get these sent, today, along with their presents. I run off to the Owlery, borrow a couple of school owls and find my big, brown owl, Karoo, and send off the presents with their cards.

Katie finds me in the common room, limping tiredly.

"You fell on the ice?" She says, a smirk playing about her lips.

"No duh." I retort, my face contorting into a scowl. I sit down heavily and she joins me, not saying a word.

There's nobody in the common room but us, we sit in silence for a minute.

"Give it here," She says softly, breaking the awkward silence between us.

"Sorry?" I look at her.

"Give me your ankle. I'll fix it." She smiles at me, her eyes bright. Reluctantly, I swing my leg up into her lap. There's an awkward frozen moment as I gasp as she lays her fingers on my ankle, where it's sore, where it's swollen, but I'm surprised she's so gentle. She rolls it between her fingers, I grunt angrily, but she lays her finger on her lips and looks at me, then summons a card from her dorm.

She hands it to me without a word.

"What's this?" I don't look at it, just speak to her.

"Christmas card. For you." She says simply.

"Oh." I turn it over to look at it, blushing bright pink as I realise what's on the back of it, by the lip of the envelope.

Red lipstick kiss.

Bright red.

Solid.

Beautiful.

I run my fingers over where her lips have been.

I take a deep breath and look up at her. She's murmuring words at my ankle, waving her wand over it. It burns hot for a second, then she flexes it for me.

"Is it alright? No pain, nothing like that?"

"Perfect." I breathe. "Just… perfect." Then I look up at her and she goes pink.

I look down at the card.

"Uh… I've got one last present to wrap," She excuses herself and rises.

I almost tear the envelope in half in my rush to read the card.

What's going on with me? I… is it her? Has she changed at all? She got curves over the summer, but that's… nothing unusual…

Dear Oliver,

She dots her I's with hearts.

Have a very merry Christmas

Thank you so much for coaching me at Quidditch over the past three years, you've been a phenomenon I never want to forget.

Aww… sweetheart. I'll not forget you either.

And it's not just for the Quidditch. You've changed my life and I'll never forget everything you've done for me. I love you.

Hnuurgh?! Love me? No… not my Katie.

Have a great new year as well, come to think of it.

All my love, and lots of hugs,

Katie. Xxx

"Katie!" I yell out, hoping she's not crossed the common room by the time I've read the card. I look up, over the back of the sofa, appearing like a startled jack-in-the-box. It appears she abandoned her pretence of wrapping presents to bring hers down, and have a look around, under the Christmas tree.

She looks up at me, blushes pink and looks away.

I find my feet on one of the sofa cushions, jump up onto my feet and vault the back of the sofa, landing heavily on my ankle. Good thing she healed it well.

"Katie!" I scramble over to her. She seems to stagger back, looking slightly terrified, holding her Christmas presents for other people in her arms.

I look around before I take her hand. We're alone.

"Katie!" I repeat, staring at her.

"Oliver?" She smiles at me, my heart leaping all of a sudden. Things click into place as the moments go on.

Sexy laugh. Red lipstick kiss. "just perfect…", me, looking down her top, "Fuuuuuuuck,".

"Katie," I smile at her, feeling my face go bright pink, "You wanna go to Hogsmeade with me… in the New Year?" stunned into silence, she looks at me and nods her head, slowly and deliberately, "Excellent." I lean forward and kiss her on the cheek. She takes a deep breath as I pull away.

Without a sound, she takes three steps away from me, looks up at the Christmas tree then down at the floor.

"Uh… Oliver…?" She looks at me and then blushes pink. "Merry Christmas." I can't help but run back to her and peck her on the lips.

"Merry Christmas, Katie."

-x-

A/N Hope you enjoyed?!

Please R&R

Merry Christmas!!! xxx