A Christmas to Remember

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

'Albus, what is this all about?'

'All will be revealed in due time Minerva. For now, how about a lemon drop?'

'Thank you but no.'

'This is no time for your games Albus.'

'I am well aware of that Severus. Ah yes, he's here. Come in, dear boy.'

'Professor?'

'Harry, the reason I called you here is to ask you for a little favour.'

'Favour?'

'Yes Harry. I want you to be the Hogwarts Santa Claus.'

'... Santa Claus? As in dressed in red hat, red coat, red boots and white beard and go down the chimney to deliver presents?'

'Well, not the red clothing and chimney part but yes, deliver presents to the whole Hogwarts population. What do you think?'

'I think that someone should call St. Mungo's Ward for the Mentally Disabled.'

'Mr Potter!'

'Not a bad idea, but I'm being perfectly sane right now. So will you do it?'

'Why me?'

'Is that a yes?'

'No.'

'So will you do it?'

'No.'

'Please?'

'Are you sure about this?'

'Yes.'

'You sure?'

'Yes.'

'Absolutely?'

'Absolutely.'

'... Fine.'

'Excellent! The presents are over there. Think you can manage?'

'... Yes.'

'Good, good. Best be off now. Wouldn't want to keep the students waiting now would we?'

'Albus, are you sure about this?'

'Yes Minerva.'

'Well, this will be quite a sight to see.'

'Indeed.'

'Here you go Ron, Seamus and Neville.'

'Harry?!'

'Hey don't look at me like that. This is all Dumbledore's bright idea.'

'What for?'

'Search me.'

'Thanks Harry.'

Well, I need to be going now.'

'Where are you going?'

'To give the Slytherins their presents... unless you want to take over... ?'

'Uh, no thanks. Better you than me, I always say.'

'Some friend you turned out to be.'

'I prefer to call it... uh...'

'Avoiding the avoidable?'

'Yes, yes, thank you Neville. Avoiding the avoidable.'

'I call it abandoning.'

'Don't worry Har. We'll support you from afar and visit you everyday when you end up in the Hospital Wing with your limbs dettached, won't we guys?'

'Yup.'

'You've got that right.'

'Whatever.'

'Here, Malfoy.'

'What the... ?'

'Just take it.'

'Potter?!'

'One word: Dumbledore.'

'Father always did say that he was mentally unstable.'

'Look, I do not care what your father says. Just take it and I won't have to waste your time and you won't have to waste mine.'

'No.'

'No?! Why not?!'

'It could be a hippogriff for all I know!'

'... A hippogriff? This small?'

'Yeah, a baby one.'

'You are making less and less sense everyday. Firstly, Malfoy, hippogriffs only attack when provoked. Secondly, baby hippogriffs are bigger than this and thirdly, for goodness sake, they aren't stationary. Now take it.'

'... For once, Potter, you are right.'

'Glad to know, now will you just take it?!'

'No.'

'Take it.'

'Absolutely not.'

'I'm losing my patience with you. Take it or I'll throw it in your face.'

'... Okay.'

'Fina...'

'What?'

'You just kissed me.'

'Thank you for stating the obvious Potter.'

'But we're enermies, in case you have forgotten.'

'No, I haven't forgotten.'

'Malfoy, enermies don't kiss each other.'

'Well then, we're exceptions aren't we?'

'Okay, since you put it that way...'

'Merlin's beard...'

'Merlin's beard indeed...'

'Potter, I never knew that you were such a good kisser.'

The End