A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #10 Potions - Task 2 - Write about someone with a dazzling smile.

Writing Club December

Assorted Appreciation: 7 - Jingle All The Way - Write about someone braving shopping on Christmas Eve - Alt – Superhero!AU

Scamander's Case: 1 - (word) pure

Lyric Alley: 1 - So this is Christmas

Winter Funfair

Northern Funfair -Christmas Sing a long - I'll Be Home For Christmas - Bing Crosby "Christmas Eve will find me" - Write a fic set on Christmas Eve

Word Count: 525

Ron tried to push past the crowd. He hated he had had to leave his wand at home. He'd promised Hermione he wouldn't use magic to do this. That was part of his punishment for waiting until the last minute to do his shopping. It was Christmas Eve and he was lucky any shops were open at all. He managed to slip past a witch in pure white robes. She turned to look at him.

"Oh, Ron Weasley," she muttered. He blinked. He hadn't expected to meet anyone who knew him here, tonight, in Muggle London.

"Do I know you?" he asked after a moment completely forgetting about the task at hand. She smiled at him, a smile so bright it nearly blinded him.

"Yes, and no. I am known as Lady Luck, you begged for me to help you tonight, did you not?" she asked her teeth gleaming like diamonds in the neon lights. Ron tried to think. He'd been so desperate to find the correct gift for Hermione that he'd asked anyone who would listen to take pity on him and give him luck. This was apparently the answer to that prayer.

"Yes," Ron whispered unable to take his eyes off the witch, she had to be a witch, in the glowing white robes.

"Good, now, I don't do anything for free, everything has a price. I'm sure you already know that?" she asked giving him an inquisitive look. Her smiled faltered for a second but returned just as brilliant as before.

"Yes," Ron squeaked. What could he have that this creature could possibly want? He was starting to think she might be like a Veela, so beautiful, but most likely deadly if crossed.

"Perfect. Now, shall we discuss your payment?" she asked. Ron had just now noticed the Muggles walked right past them, as if they weren't even there. He wondered how that was even possible.

"What do you want?" he asked knowing he could never afford something from someone like her, some one so pure, so perfect, so beautiful.

"It's simple, actually. I will help you get the perfect gift for the witch you have at home on one condition. That condition is that you are never to stray from her, to be by her side always, to be the wizard she loves. Do you think you can do that? Can you make that agreement for her?"

Ron gulped. The idea of being by Hermione's side forever, well, forever was a long time. What if Hermione changed, what if he got bored? What if... The thoughts filled his head, but he blinked shoving them aside. He loved Hermione, he had always loved Hermione!

"Yes!" he answered his voice steady. The creature regarded him with sad eyes, like melting icicles.

"Pitiful mortal," she muttered. "To promise something so blindly, but a deal is a deal and I shall hold you to it," she stated pulling a leather bound tome from nowhere. "This is the gift you seek for your witch," she handed it to him. "And remember our deal," she hissed before disappearing leaving Ron standing alone in a crowd of Muggles, all of whom were ignoring him entirely. He looked at the book and smiled. Hermione would love it, hopefully she would love it as much as he loved her.