"The whole three hundred sixty four thing doesn't make sense Lils." 
Coco told her. They were shopping in Hogsmeade, arm in arm. It was the first day of November. The secret had been out to almost all the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.
  "It's been three hundred and sixty four days since I've last seen him 
as, well, me." Lily responded exasperated. "I left on the day after 
Christmas. To make it an entire year, we would wait three hundred and sixty five. Oh, crap. I can't come home until Christmas.
Coco laughed. "Well, it should take you twenty four hours to complete 
rearrange yourself, shouldn't it?"
Lily sighed. "Yes, I suppose, but that means I actually have to go home 
for Christmas."
  "It's not like you don't have a servant to pack your bags." Coco 
reminded her.
  "But now François has to owl Dumbledore, saying I'll be coming on 
Christmas." Lily told her in response.
  "Have you noticed all your troubles are going to your servants, Lily?" Coco asked her teasingly.
  "So I am the bitchy little princess James originally perceived me to 
be?" Lily had satisfied smile on her face.
  Coco's voice dropped. "So, are you going to tell him?"
  "Tell him what?" Lily knew what she was talking about. And Coco knew she knew. Lily responded to her "No."
  "Why the hell not? You have nothing to lose!" Coco told her.
  "That's the problem, Coco, I have everything to lose, everything."
  Coco was silent on their walk back to the castle.
 
  "So I need to shop for her gift."
  Belle arched an eyebrow. "And you're telling me this.. Because…?"
  James sighed. "Isn't it obvious? I can't ask her what she wants for 
Christmas, never have. But she can't show up on Christmas Eve and not 
have a present from me the next day."
  "She's not coming on Christmas Eve, She's coming on Christmas day. She, uh, owled me."
  James frowned. "Why wouldn't she owl me?" Belle was silent. "Anyway, I have no idea what to get her."
  "Fine. We'll go shopping. But James, its only November. Quidditch 
season started yesterday. Exams are going to start soon. Why worry about a gift now?"
  James sighed again. "Don't you get it? It's November. Meaning I only 
have thirty something days to find the perfect gift!"
  Belle shook her head sadly. You are pitiful, you know that?"
  "Lily..." He murmured dreamily.
  Belle rolled her eyes.
 
  Dear James,
  I'm sorry to say that I will not be coming on Christmas Eve, for 
Christmas hols at Beauxbatons don't let out until December 23rd, just like Hogwarts. I thought they let out on the 22nd, and that would have given me plenty of time to unpack and repack. But no, I can't return until Christmas Day. 
 Don't obsess over a Christmas gift for me, I am sure just your presence will make this Christmas perfect. My blush deepens as I think of the message your letters convey- It is fantastic to have someone feel for you in the way that you do for me. You write so beautifully. My secret crush has yet to realize that I am sitting right beneath his nose. He obsesses over a gift for his love for Christmas, and I guess it doesn't pain me as much as it worries me. 
  I can only count the days until we are reunited as we remember each 
other- Perhaps you have seen different forms of me, for I have seen a very different form of you, and I hope that you are only as I dreamed. You were almost perfect last year, and this year, I hope you to be more mature. More nurturing. I already receive that vibe when you write to me. I only hope my instincts are right.
 
                                    Love,
                                    Lily

A/N: Sorry it was so short.. But I promise you, there's more to come! Thanks to my beta reader, Le Chat Qui Garde La Lune, and yes, bourne, we all need a Jordan.. ::licks lips:: Yummy.