.................................THE SEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS................................................

"Finished!" Jessica exclaimed, brushing the snow and ice off her cloak. She examined the ordinary looking ice sculpture of a snowman that stood proudly in front of her. It looked exactly like a traditional muggle snow man but of course, it was carved from ice. She'd found an ice sculpture charm in the library and had used it to speed up the carving of this masterpiece. She had also borrowed one of Hermione's old Gryffindor scarves and added it for good measure.

"Now for the fun part." Jessica said to herself, cheeks flushed from both cold and pleasure.

She took out her wand and began muttering enchantments. Nothing seemed to be happening…that was until she got hit square in the face with a snowball.

"It works!" She cried sounding like Dr. Frankenstein when his creation came to life, grinning at her own creation, snow dripping from her hair unnoticed. When the snowman went for another snowball, it's icy body gleaming, Jessica ran out of the way, back towards the lake. The snowball grazed the ground at her feet, and her ice snowman was shaking his icy twig fist at her threateningly.

Jessica laughed, thanking her judgment and not giving it legs. Everyone would just think it was a regular ice sculpture but, whenever anyone got too close, they would be ambushed by a sort-of-living snowman. Fred and George would be proud. The trio, Oliver and Ginny probably will be too, if I nail some Slytherins. She thought happily, gazing over the frozen lake.

Jessica stood, leaning unceremoniously against her favorite tree, gazing contentedly over the lake. She didn't mind the cold snow that was swirling around her as she wind blew, it was actually rather refreshing, especially as it grazed her face. With nothing to distract her, Jessica's thoughts went inevitably back to her mysterious bearer of gifts. She groaned at the weight of the sudden rush of emotions that hit her like a bludger in the stomach. No one had ever done something so…she couldn't even think up the right words to describe it.

Kind…romantic…thoughtful…these commonly used phrases just didn't seem to fit. All in all, no one had ever taken the time to get to know the real her. There were lots of things about herself that no boy ever knew because they never took the time to try to find out what those things were.

She wasn't overlooked. She just had never met a boy who cared about her enough to do something like this. This type of thing was only supposed to happen to people in storybooks, the only place where it seemed that happy endings did come true.

That something like this was finally happening to her filled the holes in her heart with much needed feelings. She felt giddy, a feeling she had never thought possible of herself.

She decided to head back up to the castle. She suddenly felt the urge to paint. That's one of her talents that no one had any clue about: She was a talented artist. She painted, drew, and sculpted. Since no one had seen her make the snowman,(That's what she thought anyways, heh heh) They had no clue what she could really do were she given the right tools. As she walked through the corridors and up the Grand Staircase towards the seventh floor, she wondered what surprise awaited her today. Her question would be answered when she reached her dorm.

The first thing she noticed when she walked in was a large, regular package with red wrapping and a red and gold envelope sitting on top. She walked over to it slowly and opened the envelope.

On the seventh day of Christmas,

Your true love gave to you,

seven canvases for you to paint on.

Canvases? How could have known that she paints? The only person that she would figure knew was her brother but unless he'd seen one of her paintings, he couldn't have known. She'd told no one, not even Hermione and Ginny. She moved on to the package and tore off the paper. Seven clean canvases were bound together with a small note on top of them. It read in the familiar green ink:

I hope you find these useful. It was more by accident that I stumbled upon your talents and was amazed by your creativity. I hope these help you express your more colorful side.

Jessica was stunned to say the least but her urge tp paint was nipping at her again so she pulled one of the canvases out, took the disillusionment charm off of her easel, set it up, took out her paints, and began to create.

As she was creating her masterpiece, she thought about her 'Secret Santa'. If she ever found out who they were, she'd definitely need a totally gigantic and fabulous way to thank them. She blended the colors together and finally finished. Her painting was interesting was kind of like her situation.

It the middle was a heart with a chain wrapped around it once with the ends stretching to the sides of the canvas. There were little question marks surrounding it and it had Christmas themed things in the background like snowflakes, a piece of holly, a gingerbread cookie, and an ornament. She glanced away from her painting and looked at her reflection in a mirror. She was covered in paint. She laughed at herself just as Nick woke up from his nap and looked at her curiously.

"My Secret Santa gave me seven canvases that I can paint on. Somehow he saw my sculpting my snowman outside and figured out that I'm an artist." she told him, answering his unasked questions.

"Well that was nice of him, whoever 'he' is." Nick replied studying her painting from the bed

"Well I'd better go take a shower and clean this room up before the Hermione and Ginny come up here." Jessica said waving her wand clearing her paints away. She stacked her canvases and refolded her easel, casting disillusionment charms on them, and put them away. Then she disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower to clean off all the paint. (LoL!)

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Unknown to Jessica, her 'Secret Santa' had watched her paint. He had cast a spell on the canvases so that when she opened them, a window would appear in front of him, showing him if she had liked the canvases and if she would paint on one.His heart had fluttered when he saw the radiant happy look on her face.

"Beautiful." He had murmured to himself, wanting desperately to go up to her dorm and tell her who he was, to kiss her and assure her that love and happy endings were real by holding her close against him and telling her he loved her and wanted to be with her.

He had stayed outside the whole time he'd been watching her. The window had stopped and disappeared when she disappeared into the bathroom and he'd sighed, wanting the day to come when he'd tell her who he was. He thought about what he would do when he went to reveal himself to her. He was so distracted that he didn't notice until too late the snowball hurling towards his face.

"Bloody hell!" He cursed when the snow collided with his already partially frozen face. Wiping the snow from his face and hair he was able to see the ice sculpture snowman ducking to collect more ammo.

Staring in wonder at the living snowman with the Gryffindor scarf, he was barely able to dodge the next attack. The snowball flew over his head, and he sprinted back up to the castle, thanking the gods the thing hadn't been enchanted with legs.