A/N: Just a bunch of random Christmas one shots I thought up, all compiled together! Yay me! Oh and if you don't know what "awkward turtle" is, it's when you put one hand over the other and wiggle your thumbs. It looks really dumb but it's highly amusing.

Just a warning, this is exceptionally fluffy, so if you're all for angst, you may not want to read.

Anyway, on with the story!

"All prefects must decorate the halls for Christmastime, no ifs, ands, or buts, you hear me?" said Professor Flitwick in a jolly manner. Oh, I heard him all right! Christmas was so soon, and this was my first year as a prefect!

I think my excited-ness showed on my face, because my best friend, Ron Weasley, leaned over and whispered, "Well, someone's excited."

Now why did I get chills up and down my spine? That is NOT supposed to happen, he is my best friend. Well, he and Harry are. But it's just friends. It must be cold in here, it's winter anyway. I let out a shiver as Flitwick finished.

Ron looked at me as everyone else was leaving. "Are you cold? Do you need a sweater?" He pulled off his own and handed it to me.
Staring at it will probably not do anything, huh…

"Hermione, do you need it? Cuz I'm gonna look like a moron if I just sit here."

I shook my self out of my little daze. "No, no, I'm perfectly fine. Just fine."

Damn him and his blue eyes. Note to self: eye contact is not a good idea.

"You're shivering. Here. Take it."

"Okay, Ron." I smiled slightly as I looked at the yellow Chudley Cannons sweatshirt, then put it over my head.

"OW!"

Ron's head whipped around as he back tracked the two steps he'd taken. "What did you do this time?"

"I think I - OW! - I think I caught my hair in my - OW! - earring."

"Hold on, I'll get it. It's hooked in the back."

He reached behind my ear, his hands grazing the back of my neck, sending minimal shivers down my spine. Again.

"You really are cold. Don't worry, in a few minutes that sweatshirt will warm you right up."

Yes, it really is cold. I am cold. That's it.

He continued to unhook my hair from my earring.

"There. It's fixed."

I smiled up at him. Jeez, he's tall. How'd he get so tall?

I shook myself from this random moment of distraction and rolled up the sleeves of the huge but cozy sweatshirt.

"Time to decorate the tree!" I said happily as I walked over to the ladder. The tree was about 12 or 13 feet high, and loomed over our heads. This was probably not the best time to mention that I was afraid of heights.

"I…I'll decorate the bottom, shall I?" Ron chuckled and nodded.

The two of us kept bumping into each other as I told him he was putting the ornaments on wrong.

"No, no, Ron, you can't put two on the same branch! It won't work! And you have to evenly space them until we know how many we have, we can't have all of them on the front and only about two on the back!" I grabbed his hand to prevent him from putting the bulb on and he flipped his so he was…

AHHHHHH HE'S HOLDING MY HAND. AWKWARD TURTLE TIME!

I looked up with a funny little smile - I probably looked some form of sadistic - and he blushed and let go.

And I ruined the moment by doing the awkward turtle.

"What are you doing, Hermione?"

"Uh…Thumb exercises!"

He stared at me. "Er, okay?"

The two of us continued putting the ornaments on, and I was pleased to see he was following my advice.

"Hermione, we need someone to go on the top of the ladder."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, like that'll happen."

"You're the smallest of us."

"N-no I'm not. Pansy and Hannah are smaller."

"Wrong. You're smaller."

"I'm not short!" Ron laughed.

"Of course you're not."

"I'm not! I'm just petite. Small boned. Fun sized!" He laughed again.

"Okay, Mione. Just get up on the ladder. Here, I'll stand at the bottom so you won't fall." He grabbed the ladder and held it still. "You'll be fine. If you do fall, I'll catch you, okay?"

I stepped on the ladder carefully so I wouldn't fall and crack my head open. One step, two steps, three steps, four steps…On and on until I was at the very top, holding a star.

"Ron, it feels really wobbly up here…"

"You'll be fine, just don't look down."

"O-okay."

I placed the pretty star up on the tree and looked at it. It changed colors at will, blues and purples and reds and yellows and greens, all switching as it felt. It also smelled like Christmas up there, like pine and cinnamon in a perfect combination.

"Ron, it looks beautiful! I did it!"

"Good job, Mione. I'm very proud." I looked down to smile at him.

Big mistake.

"R-Ron I c-can't get b-back down. I just c-can't. It's too h-high!" Yes, I know, me, Hermione Granger, getting irrational and scared. Doesn't seem right, does it?

"Mione, you can do it. I'm right here if you need catching. You'll be okay. I promise."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

I began to ease myself down the ladder, counting down as I went down the steps. 15 steps, 14 steps, 13 steps, on until I got to 9. My footing slipped.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed.

Instead of feeling the hard ground and feeling my head smack into the ground, I landed on something soft and comforting. Ron actually had caught me. Sure, he was staggering, but what else was he supposed to do after that high of a fall?

"That was so scary…" He sat me down on the ground and let go of me. I wished he hadn't.

"Hermione, are you okay?"

"I - I don't know. I think so."

"Come here…" And he wrapped me in a hug, and I felt like I could never be hurt, like I was safe forever right there.

Best.

Christmas.

Ever.

NO NO NO! What in the world am I TALKING about? Best friends, friends, nothing more.

Or is there?