Adeste Fideles, Latte Triumphantes, Venite, Venite, In Bethlehem- From Oh Come All Ye Faithful

They played Ravenclaw the day before Christmas Eve. Ravenclaw's new seeker was a joke, and Harry caught the snitch before the other seeker even saw it.

The teachers packed on the homework, and Harry thought his wand would explode from how much he was using it. They were transforming objects into animals, so Gryffindor Common Room was teeming with wildlife. Turtles, raccoons, birds, bugs, and mice were around every corner. Crookshanks was having a blast with all of it, but the other years were getting irritated. John Kepler tried to have a beater practice with one of the fat birds, and his brother beat up on a poor, defenseless raccoon. Suffice it to say, James Kepler looked like a used scratching post.

Christmas came, and the house-elves made sure all the animals that had been transfigured were gone and changed back into objects.

"Hermione, wanna come with me to wake up the boys?" Elizabeth asked on Christmas day. As she waited for her answer, she looked out the window. Snow was lightly falling.

"Alright. But I get to wake up Ron," Hermione demanded.

"Only if you let me wake up Harry," Elizabeth replied. The two girls giggled like little twelve year olds as they walked up to the boys dormitory.

Elizabeth drew back a curtain from Harry's bed and just looked at him in his slumber. He actually looked peaceful. She hoped he wouldn't have any more nightmares.

She sat on his bed, brushed his bangs tenderly away from his face, and gently whispered in his ear, "Harry…wake up…It's Christmas." Harry opened one bleary eye and looked at Elizabeth.

"One more minute, please?" he asked groggily.

"You are really lucky I am so agreeable," Elizabeth murmured. She got up to walk away.

"Wait," Harry muttered. She turned around.

"Stay here until I completely wake up," Harry requested.

"Okay," Elizabeth smiled as she sat back down. She felt things squirming around in her stomach she'd never felt before.

When she looked at Harry, at any time, she couldn't help but smile. His hair was adorable, his eyes; which, right now, she couldn't see; were intriguing. His scar was the thing that kept Elizabeth with a level head before she started thinking he was a carefree guy.

Elizabeth was daydreaming when all of a sudden something goosed her.

"What the?!" she cursed as she jumped up from the bed.(1)

She looked at Harry, who suddenly had his back to her.

"Are you ticklish, Harry?" Elizabeth asked shamelessly. She knew it was him who pinched her there.

"I don't know, never been tickled before…hey!" he yelled.

Elizabeth attacked his underarms, getting him to laugh, and suddenly, in a mess of arms and blankets, she was on the bottom, at Harry's mercy.

"We are completely nuts," Elizabeth commented.

"No, we're in love," Harry corrected.

"Is anybody else still sleeping?" Elizabeth asked as she tried to look around.

"Nope. They all left when they heard you swear," Harry laughed.

Elizabeth closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves, but he was close, much too close, for comfort. (2)

It was another half hour before Elizabeth and Harry came strolling down the stairs. Elizabeth's hair was really unkempt, and Harry was more jolly than anyone could have ever imagined after Sirius' and Lupin's deaths. Harry and Elizabeth said they wrestled for while. Nobody believed that was what they were doing the whole time they were up there.

After they were done opening gifts, the four decided to visit Hagrid.

"Hi, Hagrid," the four of them said at the same time.

'Boy,' Hagrid thought, 'They've certainly grown up, haven't they?'

They talked, and joked. Elizabeth even sang Christmas carols for them. She sang, 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen,' 'Silent Night,' and 'Oh Come All Ye Faithful,' in English, then in Latin.

"You've got quite a voice, Elizabeth," Hagrid complemented.

"Why, thank you, Hagrid," Elizabeth replied.

She was in the choir for as long as she could remember back home, and everyone told her she had a lovely voice. It was actually because she was the only one in her class who really sang loud enough for people to hear.

"Which reminds me. Harry, I've got a star for you," Hagrid stated as he handed Harry a star. The light inside was white, and the bottle was frosted, giving off an extremely holiday-like air.

They left Hagrid's to notice Harry was missing.

"Anyone seen Harry?" Ron asked.

"You could lose anyone in this storm," Hermione commented.

"I've found him," Elizabeth shouted when she felt a ball of snow hit the back of her head. She rolled and grabbed some snow and stuffed it in Harry's face before he knew what hit him.

They sent snowballs into the air for at least an hour, then they resorted to just pushing snow onto each other. Pretty soon, they were all lying down, in the snow, with snow falling atop them, just sighing and smiling.

They all got up and went to go get cleaned up.

"Harry," Elizabeth called, and she pointed up when he was next to her.

"That's the most precarious place to put a bunch of mistletoe," Harry commented. It was along the entry to the Great Hall.

Elizabeth just looked at him. His face brightened with sudden understanding, and kissed her. They went inside, now with everyone who noticed their display.

When everyone came back to school, Professor McGonagall gave Elizabeth the fourth star. It was in a green bottle. They started to seriously study, what with N.E.W.T.s coming soon. Elizabeth saw a note on the notice board one day, in January, for the seventh years.

'Farewell Dance:
Where: The Great Hall
When: Wednesday, February 14
Time: 7:00pm

The seventh years of the entire school are invited to the end of the year dance. This ball is a tradition for all seventh years. Only seventh years permitted! All other students are required to be in their dormitories by six o'clock pm. No Later.

Classes for the seventh years will be canceled on Thursday, due to the late night they will have before.

We hope to see you seventh years there.'

"Harry, come take a look at this," Ron called, five minutes after Elizabeth had finished reading it.

Harry walked over by him a read the posted note. "Interesting. I didn't know they did this for the seventh years."

"I didn't, either. Fred, George, or Percy never told us about this, ever," Ron commented.

"Oh, well. I guess this means we can't tell Ginny or anyone younger," Harry replied.

"Harry, the only reason we didn't know is because it was posted up here, bright as day, but we didn't care about it before this year," Ron stated.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and went back to studying defense against the dark arts. He gave up the student teacher spot, because now that his class was on the same level as him, he didn't know what to teach them.

"So, who're you asking?" Ron inquired.

"Who do you think?" Harry replied with a smile.

"Elizabeth?" Ron said.

"Obviously. Are you taking Hermione?"

"Definitely. I don't want to take any chances on Krum showing up, and sweeping her off her feet like he did three years ago," Ron commented angrily. Though Krum showing up was illogical, Ron had become quite attached to Hermione.

Harry laughed as he noticed Elizabeth and Hermione talking in hushed voices.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Harry asked.

"Us," Ron answered truthfully.

"Probably. But in a good way," Harry said confidently. He saw Elizabeth smiling.

"We hope," Ron finished.

Harry agreed and went back to reading.

(A/N: Here is chappie 12. Hope you like it. Tell me if you need a dentist you're teeth are rotting so bad from all the fluff! :-D

(1) She did say something after 'what the…' but this is rated PG-13, people…

(2) I'm leaving details to the creative, imaginative mind of the readers…but they did not go all the way, alright?

Tekvah Ariel: Tryin' my best to incorporate magic into this now that you mentioned it…it just hasn't been important to the plot, you know? Maybe making Harry a natural animagus would be a profitable addition to this story...hmmm…got to think about it. Hey, if you're a genius because you're messy then that means that I'm one of the most brilliant people on the planet. XD. Computers suck booty. Moaning Myrtle would be rather interesting. HOLY JEEZ!! I just remembered! She's supposed to be in 'Why?' I'm an idiot…-smacks forehead- D'oh!)