A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

Warning: kind of smutty

Word Count: 1094

Hermione peeked into the kitchen. It was empty. She smiled brightly as she walked in and started pulling things out of the fridge, stopping only to glance at the card in her hand.

"What are you doing?" a sleepy voice asked. Hermione turned, quickly trying to hide the card and the pack of butter behind her back. Luna tilted her head.

"Nothing," Hermione lied.

"It looks like you're planning to try and bake something," Luna commented. "And we both know what happens every time you try to bake something. The kitchen either explodes or you set the whole house on fire. Severus said to make sure you didn't try anything."

"Just because he's a little overprotective..." Hermione's voice trailed off.

"A little?" Ginny asked, appearing next to Luna in the doorway. Hermione gave her a sheepish smile. "I don't consider him not wanting the house destroyed a little protective."

"But it's Christmas and it's not Christmas without biscuits," Hermione argued. Ginny and Luna exchanged a glance.

"She is right," Luna offered. Ginny sighed. She couldn't argue with Luna, not about this at least.

"Fine, but we're helping you, maybe the three of us can keep Severus' kitchen from being destroyed. You have a recipe?"

Hermione nodded, pulling the card from behind her back. She handed it to Ginny, who read it quickly.

"This isn't too complicated, and I know how to make something similar. Alright, let's do this! And if they turn out, we can owl some to Severus at Hogwarts, imagine his face opening a tin of biscuits while sitting at the head table. Maybe we should each include a card too?" Ginny suggested.

"Is yours going to have you wearing nothing but knickers and a Santa hat again?" Luna asked, grabbing the recipe card and reading it.

"Maybe... you do have that cute pair of green ones though, maybe with a sprig of mistletoe above our heads? Hermione can wear the gold ones he bought her last month."

"His face is going to be nearly as red as your hair if he opens that in the Great Hall," Hermione teased.

"Good, I like it when he's flushed, and it might make him consider coming home and spending a night with us. Now, onto the biscuits!" Ginny announced. Hermione smiled and helped her lovers gather the ingredients.

"It looks good," Ginny stated, dipping a finger in the dough.

"It does. Now, we just use an ice cream scoop to put it on the parchment paper on the metal trays and bake them," Luna added, grabbing the scoop from the drawer. Hermione and Luna scooped the dough, while Ginny kept trying to steal bites.

"It's better uncooked," she argued after Luna slapped her hand away for the third time.

"If you keep eating it all, we won't have any biscuits to send Severus."

"Oh, right, good point," Ginny muttered, pulling her hand back. She watched Luna slide the biscuits in the oven.

"Now we've got ten minutes until they're done. What should we do in the mean time?"

"We could take that picture for the card?" Hermione suggested, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes!" Ginny squealed, darting off to find raid the knicker drawer. Hermione and Luna followed her. They dressed quickly and posed with a sprig of mistletoe hanging above them, arms around each other, half naked. Ginny kissed Hermione as the camera flashed again. Hermione returned it, pulling Luna into the kiss so all three of their lips were pressed together. Ginny's fingers traced down Hermione's stomach, while Luna gently bit Ginny's neck. Each picture getting more and more risque until all three witches ended up completely naked. Within moments the camera, the idea of making a card, and the biscuits were completely forgotten as the three witches found each other more interesting.

"Do you smell something burning?" Luna asked, raising her head from Hermione's shoulder. Ginny purred a little as Hermione shifted, suddenly bolting upright.

"The biscuits!" she screamed, jumping to her feet and running to the kitchen. There was thick black smoke pouring out of the oven. Ginny and Luna followed her and shook their heads.

"Maybe we shouldn't have ignored Severus and let Hermione bake something?"

"Nah, it's fine. We've got some dough left, we can make more," Ginny said, popping another chunk of dough into her mouth. Luna laughed as they made another tray, this time staying in the kitchen and watching them closely.

"There, they're done. Now, we've got biscuits and a picture for Severus' card. Let's get it all together and send it," Hermione stated, summoning the camera and looking at the pictures. Ginny and Luna looked over her shoulder.

"Those will certainly get Severus' attention," Ginny said after a moment. Luna nodded giggling slightly. Hermione picked five of the pictures before the witches had gotten completely naked.

"That way if he wants to see, he has to come home," she stated, putting the pictures and biscuits in a pretty colored tin and sending it owl post to Severus at Hogwarts.

Severus watched the owls flying into the Great Hall delivering Christmas gifts to the students. He didn't expect anything. He knew his witches were at home, probably driving each other crazy, and would more than likely not write him.

They knew how to get in touch with him if something went wrong. He watched a handful of students open tins of Christmas biscuits and hoped Hermione hadn't gotten it in her head to bake some. He despaired thinking about what the kitchen would look like if she had tried to bake something, although, Ginny and Luna might be decent at it.

He almost didn't notice the owl landing in front of him. He blinked. It was Ginny's owl, Runkgana. He still didn't know where she'd come up with that name. There was a parcel in his claws. He took it, gave the owl some bacon and watched the creature fly away.

The parcel was roundish, like a tin. He frowned. Had Hermione done something stupid? Sighing, he opened it and was greeted by a dozen nicely baked biscuits and a Christmas card. He opened it and several photos fell out. He scooped them up and glanced at them, his face reddening as he beheld his witches kissing each other in nothing but knickers.

He smiled, shoving the photos in his pocket. It was obvious they missed them. He knew he had a free period that afternoon, he'd go home and see them then, until then, the mental image of them under the mistletoe would have to do.