A/N: But for now I don't owned them so that pretty much stinks...By the way, I want to give a big Christmas thanks to omgringo, The Beatles Babydoll22, Doctor Lennon 007, and Mysterious Guest. So what are you still doing here? Read my half baked chapter now! XD

"So you're Harry, right," Draco asked as he shook my hand after I gave Neville the drink he ordered and stopped Ron from chewing on his fingers as a study. Do not ask.

"Yeah. And you're Draco right," he nodded and poked Neville who flicked Draco's hand away like it was a fly. All Draco needed to do was eat Neville's sandwich and he would instantly be on Neville's list.

"Don't poke me," Neville muttered and took a sip of his eggnog, giving him a little bit of a milky mustache. "I need my eggnog before I can talk to you again." I was about to ask what Neville meant but Ron snapped his fingers and bobbed his head happily.

"Sitting on a cornflake…waiting for the van to come," Ron giggled and went off to sip his latte, which I took from him the second he got it away from his lips.

"But it's mine," he whined like a child and frowned when I wouldn't give it to him, putting his head on the table and fake crying as soon as his forehead touched the table.

"Does he always act like this," I asked Draco who gives Ron another glance and nods his head vigorously.

"Yeah, well, when he's hyper and all. But Ron whispering about walruses is new. It's usually just stuff that's hard to wrap your head around and get to understand, not stuff that makes you think he's insane."

"I'm not insane," Ron groaned, rubbing his eyes. "I'm merely so wonderful and talented no one can understand it or chart it on a scale. I've told you about a million times, Draco." He then turned in my direction and gave me a bit of an upset look and the wobbly lip. Sadly, I have no defense against that for of guilt. "And thanks for caring about me, Potter. I was here crying my eyes out and you did nothing. I'm hurt!" He then clutched his heart dramatically, gasping for air.

"So you've sobered up from all that candy now, have you," Draco asked as he ate one of the surprisingly many sandwiches Starbucks has. Ron snickered and took out a little notebook and a little pen.

"Never! I just don't have as many ideas right now. I need to get those more—"

"No," me and Draco shouted and I was feeling more and more happy I took it away.

"Just jot down whatever ideas you got from your crazy sugar ideas," Draco joked lightly. Ron snorted and quickly started to write down just about everything he said, scratching out things randomly sometimes.

I snickered a little when I looked at Neville, with Ron simply grinning and laughed wildly when he looked at Neville.

"What? Is there something on my face," Neville asked innocently. Ron nearly fell out of his chair and pointed at his face.

"You've got a mustache now," he said through gasps of air and then pointed at me.

"You've got one too Harry! But yours is kind of weak…" Draco snagged Ron's latte and took a quick sip of it.

"Ha! Now we've all got mustaches," Draco said proudly and took out his phone. "Now gather all around so we can get pictures."

"Wait, I have a mustache too? Is it a manly mustache?" Draco laughed at Ron's question and nodded.

"Yeah, it's all around your mouth and looks like a beard. You could be some sort of hippie even."

"I'd be the manliest hippy though," Ron said with utter proudness and got a very stoic look on his face, puffing out his chest in pride.

"Alright, you've got a very manly beard. Can we just take the picture now? My lips are starting to get all tingly," Neville whispered and nearly wiped it all away before Draco had the smarts to pull us all close enough to get a good picture.

Ron sat there for a moment after the picture was then and then snapped his fingers. "Lucy in the Sky! That's it!" And Ron went back to writing in his little notebook. Neville laughed into his cup of eggnog and nearly got back the mustache he just got rid of.

"So what are you and Neville doing for Christmas, Harry," Draco asked me and it kind of caught me by surprise. There wasn't much to do, just open presents and ask Ginny if she could make something great like she usually does so the whole building wouldn't burn down and Brian, our landlord, won't kill us.

"Not much really. We're just trying not to burn the house down and get some presents under the tree."

"Santa will do that last part though, because he's real," Neville yelled and walked away to throw away the empty cup. And possibly sulk, but I can never know.

"Oh, I have an idea," Ron blurted out and stuffed his pen into his pocket. "We should all come over to your place and have a big Christmas and everything!"

Draco noticeably perked up and nodded enthusiastically, basically acting like Neville whenever I bring up an idea.

"C'mon guys, its so soon and—"

"Please Potter! Please? We'll be nice and everything! We'll be like silent, little mice and only eat cheese if we have to!"

"What about the—"

"But what about Neville? I'm sure…okay I can't be sure about Ron, but I'll try to make sure to have fun with him too. Why not?"

"Well there's lots of—"

"Then it's settled," Ron shouted out with glee and ran over to Neville to bring him back over to the table. "We'll be coming over to your place for Christmas!"

Neville brightened a whole lot more than he was before and started to tug on my arm vigorously.

"Let's get ready then! C'mon Harry, let's go!"

. . . . . . . . .

"Do you want a ham or turkey?"

"Why would we get a ham, Harry? What's so special about ham?"

"What's so special about turkey? It's only a giant bird that people eat on Thanksgiving."

"But it's the only bird that people eat on Thanksgiving! So it is special." I groaned irritably and looked along the walls again to see if there would be something we could agree on.

"Pot roast then? That doesn't sound too bad…" Neville made a face and looked away.

"I'd rather have the ham than that."

"The ham it is then," I ended quickly and threw the big ham into the cart. "Now we'll need other stuff. What do you think?"

"Umm, veggies. And pie! Is Dot making some stuff?" I nodded and he jumped up and down wildly.

"Yeah, but I'll have to remind her not to get too many sweets because you're around."

"And she'll need to get eggnog too! Remember that."

We stayed in the store for what felt like hours until the cart got full of everything Neville thought we should get. Apparently hot chocolate, peppermints and marshmallows had to be very high on the list, before the ham even, because they were supposedly something you couldn't leave behind when it came to Christmas.

"This will be awesome! Snow will be everywhere and presents will be around too," Neville beamed and stuffed more things into the cart, right when he sneezed.

"Hey, you can't get sick today of all times, Neville. Or else Santa'll be very upset."

"No way," he sneezed again. "I'm Neville. Nothing can stop me from having an awesome Christmas!"

A/N: Honestly, a good part of this chapter was destroyed in the editing. Some was left being as you can see the rest was cast away. Sorry to those who don't like either choice.

Sending all my love,

Macca's Little Teddy Bear