The Twelve Days of Christmas
Wow, I'm such a bad author... I'm sorry I haven't been updating, but I promise it will get done. I get distracted easily, sorry, and I've had so many tests and essays due for school... *sigh* O well. :o) Three more days till Christmas, seeing as it's December 22nd, at exactly 12:27 AM. I saw Lord of the Rings... is it just me or is Legolas the Elf cute as hell?
I know, I know... it's just me.
Aimée
Snow was falling down around the castle in thick clumps, making the corridors icy and the students' breath visible even in the warmest of rooms. Excitement was buzzing through the air; it was the Winter Solstice and Christmas was merely three full days away.
"I think this is possibly the best Christmas I've had so far," Harry mused that afternoon while walking down the hall with Ron and Hermione at either side of him. "The season just gets better every year, doesn't it?"
Hermione smiled and looped her arm into Harry's, "It certainly does."
A moment later, as the three turned the corner, Ron ran smack dab into Seamus – who was pressed up against Pansy while snogging the living daylights out of her.
"Eurgh!" Ron cried in disgust, trying to back up but finding his way blocked. "Can't you find somewhere else to do that?"
Seamus stopped swapping spit with Pansy for a moment to look Ron's way, a superior look on his face.
"Look up, Weasley."
With a sudden feeling of dread, Harry, Ron, and Hermione each looked up at the ceiling above – which had become a small field of mistletoe.
"Oh shit!" Ron exclaimed, glancing over at Harry and Hermione with a scowl. "Please tell me –"
"If you're dreaming, so am I." Harry sighed, moving to face Ron and Hermione, finding his space was limited – only about four feet in each direction. Crossing his arms, he looked at both of them in turn.
"Ok, you two first."
Ron and Hermione gaped at him for a moment, both mouths hanging open, before Hermione sighed. Turning towards Ron, who had conveniently closed his mouth, she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him on the lips, quickly pulling away and blushing scarlet.
Ron shook his head, stepping back as far as possible and motioning towards Harry and Hermione. Hermione, once again, took control and leaned forward, laying one on the shocked boy. As she backed away, she put her right hand out to go beyond the barrier confining them – and still found it to be standing.
Hermione laughed, "It's still there, you two."
Harry and Ron both looked at her curiously, but it was Harry who spoke. "Why is it still there?"
Hermione smirked and glanced over and Ron, then at Harry, and then back again once more at Ron. It was Ron who got the picture first; a look a shock and utter horror crossed his freckled features, and he then proceeded to shake his head violently.
"No… No… NO!" he cried, stepping as far away from Harry as possible. "We're BOYS, Hermione… Boys don't… Do that… !"
As if a light bulb went off in his head, Harry suddenly got the picture – he and Ron had to kiss as well, in order for the barrier to be broken.
"Sometimes, I hate being a wizard." He grumbled, taking a step towards Ron. "Listen – it's not that big of a deal. Hermione will close her eyes, won't she?"
Before Harry had a chance to turn around and glare at Hermione, she shook her head, eyes as wide as dinner plates. "Of course I wouldn't! Why on Earth would I give up a good laugh like this?"
Harry growled lowly for a moment before taking one more step towards Ron and kissing him fully on the lips – much to the disgust of himself and Ron. Before they had even broken apart, however, the barrier had broken and Ron had gone tumbling backwards, taking Harry with him.
Ron landed on the floor with a heavy thud, with Harry landing on top of him, his body perfectly aligned with Ron's. Hermione burst out laughing at the two of them as Harry rolled off his best friend with a grunt, shaking his head and struggling to stand up. Once he was on both feet again, he turned around and offered a hand to Ron, who took it gratefully.
"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Harry grinned, ignoring the stares from Pansy and Seamus and continuing his way down the corridor, Ron and Hermione following his brisk footsteps; Hermione's face had a look of laughter on it while Ron couldn't look any more embarrassed.
"Mistletoe…" Ron shook his head, still in partial disbelief. "Bloody nightmare, I tell you."
"Look!"
It was the next morning, December 22nd, and there was once again a small stack of presents placed in the middle of the room for the five boys. Harry had taken his off the top of the pile, tossing the parcel on the bed and opening the envelope with a quick flourish. "They sent another one!"
Ron leaned over, his mouth full of chocolate frogs. "Again, Harry? Read it!"
Harry cleared his throat and held out the piece of parchment.
"Dear Michael,"
"Why do they insist on calling you that?" Seamus cut in, taking a piece of peppermint stick out of his mouth.
"I don't know," Harry shrugged, "I don't mind. Besides that awful 'Boy-Who-Lived' nickname, it's the first I've ever had."
Ron smirked, "If it's good enough for Harry, it's good enough for me. Now read… Go on, go on!"
Harry glanced down at the parchment and continued.
"Only three more days – are you excited? I am, to finally see you face-to-face with you knowing who I am. It's been an interesting nine days so far, don't you think?
"Is Prongs behaving himself? Yes, I found out his name from a source I don't think I should say at the moment. Is that the name of your father's Animagus? I shouldn't bring up your parents, I'm sure, but I am curious, and curiosity is a fact of life. Without it, where would we be? Still living in caves, I suppose.
"I've rambled on long enough – Happy almost Christmas.
"Azrael."
Harry looked up towards the parcel and set down the letter without comment, tearing into the green and gold wrapping paper with eagerness. A moment later, he held up a pair of leather Quidditch-gloves with "H.J.P. " stitched onto the three middle knuckles.
"Whoa," he said, surprised. "How the hell did they know I needed a new pair?"
Ron looked up at the present and shrugged, "Observant, I suppose."
Harry shook his head, astonished. Placing the gloves onto his hands, he noticed they were a perfect fit.
"I'll say."
Wow, I'm such a bad author... I'm sorry I haven't been updating, but I promise it will get done. I get distracted easily, sorry, and I've had so many tests and essays due for school... *sigh* O well. :o) Three more days till Christmas, seeing as it's December 22nd, at exactly 12:27 AM. I saw Lord of the Rings... is it just me or is Legolas the Elf cute as hell?
I know, I know... it's just me.
Aimée
Snow was falling down around the castle in thick clumps, making the corridors icy and the students' breath visible even in the warmest of rooms. Excitement was buzzing through the air; it was the Winter Solstice and Christmas was merely three full days away.
"I think this is possibly the best Christmas I've had so far," Harry mused that afternoon while walking down the hall with Ron and Hermione at either side of him. "The season just gets better every year, doesn't it?"
Hermione smiled and looped her arm into Harry's, "It certainly does."
A moment later, as the three turned the corner, Ron ran smack dab into Seamus – who was pressed up against Pansy while snogging the living daylights out of her.
"Eurgh!" Ron cried in disgust, trying to back up but finding his way blocked. "Can't you find somewhere else to do that?"
Seamus stopped swapping spit with Pansy for a moment to look Ron's way, a superior look on his face.
"Look up, Weasley."
With a sudden feeling of dread, Harry, Ron, and Hermione each looked up at the ceiling above – which had become a small field of mistletoe.
"Oh shit!" Ron exclaimed, glancing over at Harry and Hermione with a scowl. "Please tell me –"
"If you're dreaming, so am I." Harry sighed, moving to face Ron and Hermione, finding his space was limited – only about four feet in each direction. Crossing his arms, he looked at both of them in turn.
"Ok, you two first."
Ron and Hermione gaped at him for a moment, both mouths hanging open, before Hermione sighed. Turning towards Ron, who had conveniently closed his mouth, she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him on the lips, quickly pulling away and blushing scarlet.
Ron shook his head, stepping back as far as possible and motioning towards Harry and Hermione. Hermione, once again, took control and leaned forward, laying one on the shocked boy. As she backed away, she put her right hand out to go beyond the barrier confining them – and still found it to be standing.
Hermione laughed, "It's still there, you two."
Harry and Ron both looked at her curiously, but it was Harry who spoke. "Why is it still there?"
Hermione smirked and glanced over and Ron, then at Harry, and then back again once more at Ron. It was Ron who got the picture first; a look a shock and utter horror crossed his freckled features, and he then proceeded to shake his head violently.
"No… No… NO!" he cried, stepping as far away from Harry as possible. "We're BOYS, Hermione… Boys don't… Do that… !"
As if a light bulb went off in his head, Harry suddenly got the picture – he and Ron had to kiss as well, in order for the barrier to be broken.
"Sometimes, I hate being a wizard." He grumbled, taking a step towards Ron. "Listen – it's not that big of a deal. Hermione will close her eyes, won't she?"
Before Harry had a chance to turn around and glare at Hermione, she shook her head, eyes as wide as dinner plates. "Of course I wouldn't! Why on Earth would I give up a good laugh like this?"
Harry growled lowly for a moment before taking one more step towards Ron and kissing him fully on the lips – much to the disgust of himself and Ron. Before they had even broken apart, however, the barrier had broken and Ron had gone tumbling backwards, taking Harry with him.
Ron landed on the floor with a heavy thud, with Harry landing on top of him, his body perfectly aligned with Ron's. Hermione burst out laughing at the two of them as Harry rolled off his best friend with a grunt, shaking his head and struggling to stand up. Once he was on both feet again, he turned around and offered a hand to Ron, who took it gratefully.
"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Harry grinned, ignoring the stares from Pansy and Seamus and continuing his way down the corridor, Ron and Hermione following his brisk footsteps; Hermione's face had a look of laughter on it while Ron couldn't look any more embarrassed.
"Mistletoe…" Ron shook his head, still in partial disbelief. "Bloody nightmare, I tell you."
"Look!"
It was the next morning, December 22nd, and there was once again a small stack of presents placed in the middle of the room for the five boys. Harry had taken his off the top of the pile, tossing the parcel on the bed and opening the envelope with a quick flourish. "They sent another one!"
Ron leaned over, his mouth full of chocolate frogs. "Again, Harry? Read it!"
Harry cleared his throat and held out the piece of parchment.
"Dear Michael,"
"Why do they insist on calling you that?" Seamus cut in, taking a piece of peppermint stick out of his mouth.
"I don't know," Harry shrugged, "I don't mind. Besides that awful 'Boy-Who-Lived' nickname, it's the first I've ever had."
Ron smirked, "If it's good enough for Harry, it's good enough for me. Now read… Go on, go on!"
Harry glanced down at the parchment and continued.
"Only three more days – are you excited? I am, to finally see you face-to-face with you knowing who I am. It's been an interesting nine days so far, don't you think?
"Is Prongs behaving himself? Yes, I found out his name from a source I don't think I should say at the moment. Is that the name of your father's Animagus? I shouldn't bring up your parents, I'm sure, but I am curious, and curiosity is a fact of life. Without it, where would we be? Still living in caves, I suppose.
"I've rambled on long enough – Happy almost Christmas.
"Azrael."
Harry looked up towards the parcel and set down the letter without comment, tearing into the green and gold wrapping paper with eagerness. A moment later, he held up a pair of leather Quidditch-gloves with "H.J.P. " stitched onto the three middle knuckles.
"Whoa," he said, surprised. "How the hell did they know I needed a new pair?"
Ron looked up at the present and shrugged, "Observant, I suppose."
Harry shook his head, astonished. Placing the gloves onto his hands, he noticed they were a perfect fit.
"I'll say."
