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Chapter 18: Hogsmeade Christmas
They all walked down the slope to Hogsmeade, looking at the twinkling lights that were hung outside all the shops. Little flakes of snow were whirling around the cloaks, as people ran in every direction, trying to decide which way to go first.
"Honeydukes! No, no…Harry, let's go to Zonko's!" Ron pointed excitedly, as they had to refuel on a lot of things since their last visit to Hogsmeade.
"Honeydukes first before it gets too crowded," Hermione said, walking the way to the gigantic candy shop.
As soon as they entered, Ron immediately began shoveling scoops of candy into little paper bags. Karista was grabbing a few boxes of Chocolate frogs, while Harry was looking at Bertie Bott's beans. Hermione couldn't help but see the love candies, as they could make someone in love for hours. She scooped some into a bag, and placed that in the little basket she summoned from the entrance to the shop. Soon after leaving Honeydukes, they were in Zonko's, Buying pocketfuls of pranks. Hermione and Karista went into Troy's magical trinkets while Harry and Ron went straight for the Hog's head pub, the best pub, in Harry's opinion.
"Butterbeer?" Ron murmured, going red at the site of Madame Rosmerta behind the counter. He didn't stop to take Harry's order, but instead headed towards the bar, where he began striking up conversation.
Soon after, Karista and Hermione struggled in the door, Karista holding a lumpy package and two bags, while Hermione was holding a larger bag. Both were giggling uncontrollably as they sat down next to Harry.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, cracking a smile as he looked at their faces.
"She bought a dress robe for the party," Hermione giggled.
"Really? Can I see it?" Harry asked, trying hard not to laugh at the memory of the robes Ron had received last year.
"Nope," Karista replied a twinkle in her eyes like he had never seen before.
"Where is Ron?" Hermione asked, looking around the pub for him.
"Up at the bar with his new girlfriend, Madame Rosmerta," Harry chuckled, pointing at the bar where Ron was leaning, striking up a conversation with the lovely lady behind the counter.
Hermione moaned, then got up to pull him away.
"So," Harry said. This was the first time in a while that Harry and Karista had been alone together. "You, um, wanna go to the party with me?"
Karista's heart skipped a beat. I was wondering when you would ask Karista muttered to herself.
"Yes, who else would I go with, a chair?" Karista asked, an evil grin on her face.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you did…" Harry said, shaking with laughter. Karista hit him on the arm as Ron and Hermione were coming back to the table.
"Hey now Karista, violence is not the answer," Ron said, sounding suspiciously like Percy. Hermione went ahead and hit him in the arm, a smile playfully appearing on her face. All four of them started laughing, as McGonagall entered the pub looking for spare Hogwarts students.
"All of you, we are heading up to Hogwarts now," McGonagall said, looking at the humored expressions on their faces. Groping for any packages they missed, they slowly slopped up the street towards the gray castle perched on a hill. Harry couldn't help but be overwhelmed with happiness.
"I say we have a snowball fight," Ron laughed, carrying Hermione's bags up the hill.
"Not now, we have to put all this stuff away," Hermione cried, a pout appearing on her face. She then nudged Ron's arm and began laughing hard.
"Oh, alright," ron muttered, a grin shining on his face at the thought of impalling his girlfriend with a ball of snow.
Karista, who had been walking alongside Harry, now glanced at him and laughed. Harry looked like he was three sheets to the wind in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Karista giggled, adjusting the packages in her arm.
"Oh, just…stuff," Harry said, swallowing a snowflake.
He really was thinking about what kind of dress robe Karista bought. What if its gold? He said to himself, glancing at the package as they headed of the steps into the entrance hall.
***
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to hit me," Karista laughed, dodging behind another snow shield she had built prior to the start of the fight. Ron and Hermione were chasing each other around, smashing snow all over each other. "Mr. Quidditch seeker."
"Oh, that was low," Harry chuckled, hitting Karista square in the forehead with a large ball of snow. The faculty, who had been 'celebrating' the end of term themselves, had come outside to watch the snowball fight in all its glory. When Harry had been hit in the chest by a gigantic ball, McGonagall couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't kill him now," McGonagall laughed from the steps, sitting rather close to Snape. Dumbledore was watching merrily as Ron accidently hit him with a snowball.
Suddenly, Harry caught sight of Karista behind a shield and dove on top of her.
Karista started laughing uncontrollably as Harry started to tickle her.
"Off! Get OFF!," Karista moaned, trying not to cry from laughin so hard.
"NEVER!" Harry yelled, bludgering her in the top of the head with a snowball.
Karista managed to roll Harry on the bottom and hit him with a snowball in the forehead.
"How does that feel?" She giggled, flopping next to him in the snow.
Harry paused to think about it. That was fun, a lot of fun, Harry thought to himself, helping Karista up from the snow. He met with her eyes, which were glittering. He knew she had enjoyed it herself. They stopped and stared at each other.
"Hot chocolate?" professor Sprout called, a red glow upon her face.
"Yeah!" Karista and Harry said, jogging up towards the front steps. Ron and Hermione, who had been off doing their own thing in the distance, came in also.
"I'll never understand how we did this," Kaista murmured, realizing that it was the 24th only a few hours late.
"OH NO! HEMIONE! WE'VE GOT TO DRESS!" Karista yelped, grabbing Hermione's hand and dragging her up the stairs in a flurry of snow.
"Looks like this will be interesting," Ron muttered, wiping snow out of his hair.
It all comes down to tonight Harry mumbled to himself, trudging up the flight of stairs.
Chapter 18: Hogsmeade Christmas
They all walked down the slope to Hogsmeade, looking at the twinkling lights that were hung outside all the shops. Little flakes of snow were whirling around the cloaks, as people ran in every direction, trying to decide which way to go first.
"Honeydukes! No, no…Harry, let's go to Zonko's!" Ron pointed excitedly, as they had to refuel on a lot of things since their last visit to Hogsmeade.
"Honeydukes first before it gets too crowded," Hermione said, walking the way to the gigantic candy shop.
As soon as they entered, Ron immediately began shoveling scoops of candy into little paper bags. Karista was grabbing a few boxes of Chocolate frogs, while Harry was looking at Bertie Bott's beans. Hermione couldn't help but see the love candies, as they could make someone in love for hours. She scooped some into a bag, and placed that in the little basket she summoned from the entrance to the shop. Soon after leaving Honeydukes, they were in Zonko's, Buying pocketfuls of pranks. Hermione and Karista went into Troy's magical trinkets while Harry and Ron went straight for the Hog's head pub, the best pub, in Harry's opinion.
"Butterbeer?" Ron murmured, going red at the site of Madame Rosmerta behind the counter. He didn't stop to take Harry's order, but instead headed towards the bar, where he began striking up conversation.
Soon after, Karista and Hermione struggled in the door, Karista holding a lumpy package and two bags, while Hermione was holding a larger bag. Both were giggling uncontrollably as they sat down next to Harry.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked, cracking a smile as he looked at their faces.
"She bought a dress robe for the party," Hermione giggled.
"Really? Can I see it?" Harry asked, trying hard not to laugh at the memory of the robes Ron had received last year.
"Nope," Karista replied a twinkle in her eyes like he had never seen before.
"Where is Ron?" Hermione asked, looking around the pub for him.
"Up at the bar with his new girlfriend, Madame Rosmerta," Harry chuckled, pointing at the bar where Ron was leaning, striking up a conversation with the lovely lady behind the counter.
Hermione moaned, then got up to pull him away.
"So," Harry said. This was the first time in a while that Harry and Karista had been alone together. "You, um, wanna go to the party with me?"
Karista's heart skipped a beat. I was wondering when you would ask Karista muttered to herself.
"Yes, who else would I go with, a chair?" Karista asked, an evil grin on her face.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you did…" Harry said, shaking with laughter. Karista hit him on the arm as Ron and Hermione were coming back to the table.
"Hey now Karista, violence is not the answer," Ron said, sounding suspiciously like Percy. Hermione went ahead and hit him in the arm, a smile playfully appearing on her face. All four of them started laughing, as McGonagall entered the pub looking for spare Hogwarts students.
"All of you, we are heading up to Hogwarts now," McGonagall said, looking at the humored expressions on their faces. Groping for any packages they missed, they slowly slopped up the street towards the gray castle perched on a hill. Harry couldn't help but be overwhelmed with happiness.
"I say we have a snowball fight," Ron laughed, carrying Hermione's bags up the hill.
"Not now, we have to put all this stuff away," Hermione cried, a pout appearing on her face. She then nudged Ron's arm and began laughing hard.
"Oh, alright," ron muttered, a grin shining on his face at the thought of impalling his girlfriend with a ball of snow.
Karista, who had been walking alongside Harry, now glanced at him and laughed. Harry looked like he was three sheets to the wind in thought.
"What are you thinking about?" Karista giggled, adjusting the packages in her arm.
"Oh, just…stuff," Harry said, swallowing a snowflake.
He really was thinking about what kind of dress robe Karista bought. What if its gold? He said to himself, glancing at the package as they headed of the steps into the entrance hall.
***
"You're going to have to do better than that if you want to hit me," Karista laughed, dodging behind another snow shield she had built prior to the start of the fight. Ron and Hermione were chasing each other around, smashing snow all over each other. "Mr. Quidditch seeker."
"Oh, that was low," Harry chuckled, hitting Karista square in the forehead with a large ball of snow. The faculty, who had been 'celebrating' the end of term themselves, had come outside to watch the snowball fight in all its glory. When Harry had been hit in the chest by a gigantic ball, McGonagall couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't kill him now," McGonagall laughed from the steps, sitting rather close to Snape. Dumbledore was watching merrily as Ron accidently hit him with a snowball.
Suddenly, Harry caught sight of Karista behind a shield and dove on top of her.
Karista started laughing uncontrollably as Harry started to tickle her.
"Off! Get OFF!," Karista moaned, trying not to cry from laughin so hard.
"NEVER!" Harry yelled, bludgering her in the top of the head with a snowball.
Karista managed to roll Harry on the bottom and hit him with a snowball in the forehead.
"How does that feel?" She giggled, flopping next to him in the snow.
Harry paused to think about it. That was fun, a lot of fun, Harry thought to himself, helping Karista up from the snow. He met with her eyes, which were glittering. He knew she had enjoyed it herself. They stopped and stared at each other.
"Hot chocolate?" professor Sprout called, a red glow upon her face.
"Yeah!" Karista and Harry said, jogging up towards the front steps. Ron and Hermione, who had been off doing their own thing in the distance, came in also.
"I'll never understand how we did this," Kaista murmured, realizing that it was the 24th only a few hours late.
"OH NO! HEMIONE! WE'VE GOT TO DRESS!" Karista yelped, grabbing Hermione's hand and dragging her up the stairs in a flurry of snow.
"Looks like this will be interesting," Ron muttered, wiping snow out of his hair.
It all comes down to tonight Harry mumbled to himself, trudging up the flight of stairs.