Discliamer: As always I own nothing but what I own and take no rights to that which I don't have rights to. So basically this material has been constructed for enjoyment and not for financial benefit.

A/N: *** points up to the Disclaimer *** I really hate those but they can be proven beneficial. Anyways, the idea for this fic came from a scene within Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. And now to press onwards....

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Another Christmas has come to visit Hogwarts and once again Hagrid has been given the assignment to bring in the trees and decorate the Great Hall. It was a holiday as all others. Only a few students remaining over the holidays for various reasons. The Great Hall was looking fine in its greenery. The feast was being prepared, nearly everything was set for that night.

The joyous festivity was contagious. Dumbledore had traded in his wizard's hat for a flowered bonnet and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him. Hagrid was getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine then finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek who giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided.

After the feast had ended Hagrid treked back to his cabin, but unknown to him Professor McGonagall followed. He had just sat down in front of the fire, Fang placing his head in Hagrid's lap, when there came a knock upon the door. This immediatly took Fang's attention and directed his movements to the door, barking loudly. Hagrid had to pull Fang away from the door before he could even open it a crack.

Outside the door Professor McGonagall waited, wrapped tightly in her cloak. She shivered against the cold while waiting for the door to be opened and then to be welcomed in. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, her breath visible in the air.

When the door was finally forced open a crack, with Hagrid's head stuck out, he couldn't contain the surprise that must have been apparant on his face. "Er...Professor, what are yeh doin out here on a night like this?" By now he had opened the door wider so that she could enter.

Professor McGonagall offered him one of her smiles and stepped inside, directing her steps towards the fire. Hagrid took her cloak and hung it up then set about making some tea. "Thank you Hagrid." McGonagall murmured as she stared into the lapping flames of the fire. "You know Rubeus I don't see how you can manage in quarters as small as this." She announced before turning to face the giant of a man. Her cheeks by now have been tainted in pink.

"Well, I er..." Hagrid stumbled over the words. He watched the stern face of the woman soften as she placed her fingers over his lips, stopping any further communication.

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A/N: Yes, I meant to stop it there. If you wish to know more then you will have to review. Any flames will be used to keep the Hogwarts candles lit. So until then, this is the author signing off...