Title: Christmas Plans
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Bill/Harry, Allison (oc)
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 492
Summary: Harry talks to his Muggle friend.
Notes:

Harry Potter Christmas Collection Competition: Prompt Used - (dialogue) "Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog: Carlotta Pinkstone – Gold – Incorporate a Muggle knowing about wizards/witches and magic in your story.

Harry walked over to the mailbox.

"Harry!"

Harry looked over at the young woman who called for him. "Hey, Allison."

"I baked these brownies for you and Bill."

Harry smiled. "I appreciate it, but neither of us should eat so many sweets."

Allison grinned."It's Christmas time and everyone knows that Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness."

"Who told you that?" Harry joked.

"My mama."

Harry chuckled. "And you can't go against you mama, can you?"

Allison quickly shook her head. "Of course not. That would be a suicide mission." She looked around the neighborhood and saw that it was mostly clear of people. "So, are you and Bill spending it here, or will the two of you be going to the wizarding world?" she whispered.

Harry smiled. When Allison had first found out the truth about magic, both he and Bill had been worried, but she had proved to be a true friend and had kept their secret. And thanks to her silence, no one from the Ministry had shown up to erase her memory.

Harry was glad that he had someone in the neighborhood he could talk freely with, and he knew Bill felt a bit more comfortable as well.

"We are spending Christmas Day with Bill's family, but Christmas Eve is here. Why?"

"I thought you two would like to come over to my house for a nice home cooked meal?"

The question might have sounded casual, but Harry knew it wasn't. This was the second Christmas since her husband left her for another woman and though Allison pretended to be brave, he knew how much she still hurt and probably found the holidays to be lonely.

"I'll have to talk to Bill, but I'm sure he'll love the idea. Anything to get out of helping me cook."

Allison's smile looked a bit relieved. "Great. So, unless you tell me otherwise, I will be expecting you and Bill at six on Thursday."

"We'll be there," he promised, finally accepting the plate of brownies that she kept pushing towards him. He watched her walk away and then grabbed the mail.

He strolled up the walkway and entered the house, rolling his eyes when he saw Bill watching some sport's game. He sometimes wished he never introduced Bill to Muggle sports.

He placed the brownies on the table in front of the couch and snorted when Bill blindly reached for a brownie, his eyes never leaving the television.

He sat next to the redhead. "Allison really wants us to have dinner with her on Thursday. Is that okay with you?"

Bill kissed his cheek and he cringed as chocolate was transferred from Bill's lips to his cheek. "That's fine."

Harry knew it was no use talking to Bill right then so he sat back and did his best to enjoy the game. And as Bill's arm wrapped around his shoulders, he decided there was nowhere else he would rather be.