Book 1 chpt. 2 Looking ahead to sixth year, Hogwarts changed very little. That Harry Potter kid fought Lord Voldemort again and he lived. Sitting during Charms, Legolas and I talked until Professor Flitwick came in. "Are you staying over Christmas?" he asks. "Yeah, are you?" I answer. "I sure am," flashing that killer smile I have come to know and love. Later on, at Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Hayes was talking about something to do with the Unforgivable Curses. Something about weird effects during Wizard's Duels when they are used. "There is only one known person that this effect has happened to and he survived Avara Kedavra, beat it too, twice," pointing to Harry Potter in the second seat, 5th row. Now this is a full Griffindor class, so naturally everyone started a standing ovation. The class ended at that tone. "Have a happy Christmas, all!" Professor called after a rush of students who were all pushing at once to get out of the doorway. Legolas and I talked on the way to Griffindor tower. "Isn't this great? No more listening to Snape take away House points. No long and drawn- out History of Magic lessons, for a whole two weeks!" he says. "Bezoar stone," we call to a painting of an extremely fat woman in a livid pink dress. "And the same to you too," she replies as the painting swung open. We walk into the common room. There are only 4 Griffindors staying the break; Harry Potter, his friend Ron Weasley and ourselves. They probably went to talk to Hagrid again. We were all alone in the room. A fire sat before us, burning before us. We sit on a double couch and reminisce about our childhood. "Remember when we were like 8 and you tried to teach me how to work your bow?" I ask. "Yeah, Princess," (AN: his given name is Legolas, son of King Thuranduil, so he calls me "Princess") "My bow never quite recovered from that encounter. I had to replace it," he says, laughingly. We sit Indian-Style on the couch. Our eyes meet unexpectedly, as a hush falls on the room. A silent kiss, as our lips meet silently toward each other. His tongue resting on my own, the faint taste of mint leaves fills my mouth. His hand placed on my cheek, I subconsciously follow his movement: my hand across his cheek. Our embrace is short lived as Harry and Ron stumbled into the room. "Malfoy tried to curse us again," they explain, rushing up to the boy's area of the tower. "We'd better get down to the Hall," Legolas says, a bewildered look on his face. "Ummm.yeah," is all I can reply, oh only about ½ a second later. We walk slowly to the Hall in silence. Greeted by Professor Hayes, we take a seat at a long table, Staff and Faculty mingle with the students (AN: all except for Slimeball Snape, of course. If he did mingle, I'd send him up to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing for a temporary insanity cure). There are only about 20 students who decided to stay the Break, so we all sat at one table. "Minerva.errr. Professor McGonagall went home to see her sister this Christmas and will not be joining us," Dumbledore says, blushing.