Feliz Navidad
It was Christmas Eve. Curfew had long since passed and the corridors and rooms of Hogwarts were silent, save for one broom closet on the fourth floor.
Oliver sighed as he pressed his forehead against Rue's. She had been busy working on assignments and hadn't had the time to spend with him during the day, and so that was why the two seventh years found themselves snogging most passionately in a broom closet past curfew.
"Oliver?" she asked.
"Aye?"
"I think your snogging technique has improved greatly."
He chuckled, "Didn't know my 'technique' was questionable before."
She hummed in response as her hands pulled his face to hers again for another go.
He loved when she did this. He had spent the afternoon creating new plays in the Gryffindor common room and hadn't seen Rue until dinner in the Great Hall with the remaining students and professors that evening. As she stood to leave, she slipped a small bit of parchment into his palm. She gave him a gentle, teasing smile as she walked off with Fiona, Rose and Carrie.
He unfolded it in his lap and smiled to himself.
Fourth floor broom closet at ten.
It was just like Rue to order him where to be and when. But both knew he would comply. As much as he hated to admit it to himself and anybody who teased him, he was truly wrapped around Rue Von Straussburg's finger.
And he was completely fine with it.
They broke apart again, though Oliver kept his arms tightly wrapped around his girlfriend, holding her close.
"I'm really sorry again," she said. "I just need to get everything done before Christmas or I might actually go mad."
He smiled. "You're a Ravenclaw, I wouldn't expect anything else from you," he laughed softly.
"Glad you understand. So what did you do in my absence?"
"Quidditch plays."
"Yeah, sounds about right," she said, cuddling against his chest as he squeezed her.
After a while, Oliver and Rue snuck out of the broom closet and proceeded towards the staircase. They just reached the foot of it when Rue stopped suddenly.
"I was having a thought," she whispered.
Oliver raised his eyebrows and followed her gaze down to the other end of the corridor. "And that thought was?"
"What do you suppose Filch is up to?"
"You can't be serious," he grumbled. "You're just as bad as the Weasley twins."
"Well, I did teach them nearly everything they know," she whispered cockily. "Please?"
He sighed, "Fine, but if we get caught-"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell McGonagall it was all my idea, don't you worry."
She grabbed Oliver's hand and pulled him after her.
They slowed their pace as they drew near his office. Oliver gently put a hand on her shoulder, noticing a shockingly up-beat tune in the air.
"What is Filch listening to?"
"Hell if I know," Rue hissed before continuing to creep down the wall. They both froze when they reached the door.
It was slightly ajar, letting the flickering golden glow from within cast a long sliver of light across the corridor.
Oliver quickly crossed to the other side of the doorframe and peaked in through the opening. His eyes widened and he had to clamp a hand over his mouth hold back a bark of laughter.
Rue, puzzled, looked up at him. "What?" she mouthed.
He glanced back in to see if Filch had noticed him. When he decided that he was still incognito, he gestured for Rue to join him as he took a small step backwards.
She quickly crossed in front and looked in. He covered her mouth with his hand as well to muffle her.
Rue pulled his hand down when she composed herself, and she gently pushed the door, widening the opening.
Oliver looked over her head as she bobbed along to the tune underneath him.
Inside his office, Filch was playing a record of a man singing in Spanish, wanting to wish him a "merry Christmas from the bottom of his heart."
Now, the song choice wasn't the funniest part of the little tableau.
Filch wasn't simply listening to the music. No, he was wearing an old set of mauve dress robes. In his arms was Mrs Norris, wearing a red and green sweater with jingle bells sewn onto its back.
The pair were dancing to the music, Filch shaking Mrs Norris so that she jingled in time with the music during the chorus. Filch, in turn, was singing the song, despite his apparent tone deafness.
Oliver and Rue stood watching the pair until they simply couldn't hold back their laughter any longer, at which point they sprinted down the corridor and back to the staircase. They ran up them two at a time, stopping at the landing and leaning against the cool stone wall. Rue finally let out a laugh, and Oliver couldn't help but join her.
"That was," she wheezed, "the funniest thing I have ever seen!"
Oliver nodded in agreement, his laughter dying down.
"And now we know how Filch spends his holidays," he added as Rue collected herself.
They continued up the staircases, stopping only when they had to part ways. She squeezed his hand before turning down the dark corridor.
"Hey, Rue?" he called quietly.
She stopped and turned, "Yeah?"
He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers one last time.
"Feliz Navidad," he said, winking.
She laughed, "G'night, love."
"Night," he said, turning to go to Gryffindor Tower when she was no longer in view.
Inspired by "Feliz Navidad" by José Feliciano.
Merry Christmas! The next five installments will be posted throughout the day. Please review! Yours.
