A/N: I was bored to death, so I decided to write this mini holiday fic. If I can't fit everything I want to into it, I might update it sporadicly throughout the year. Enjoy!

Christmas is a wonderful time, a time when people of all religions come together to worship Jesus Christ. Now, I present to you the story of Christmas at Hogwarts gone awry…

Hermione struggled out of bed and tottered down the stairs, eyes still foggy with sleep, to see Harry and Ron in a vicious pillow fight. Lucky we're the only ones here, she thought, eying the feathers flying all around the common room.

"Merry Christmas, Hermione!" shouted Ron when he noticed her. "Have a candycane, there's a whole box that Mum got me by the fire." And he promptly went back to attacking Harry.

"Mmmhy Rismus," Harry said through a mouthful of pillow. Flinging Ron off him, he repeated himself. "Merry Christmas. Have you opened your presents yet?"

"Oh, I don't need presents," said Hermione, sitting crosslegged in an armchair and fighting off her tirednedd. "I've decided to try and free myself from material possessions." And with that, she put her hands on her knees and closed her eyes. "Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"

"Hermione… What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Shut up, you idiot. I'm meditating."

Harry squished his pillow absentmindedly. "You mean, like that fat guy always on television?" He was rewarded for letting down his guard by a solid smack from Ron, and staggered backward with feathers in his hair.

"Hermione, what are you doing?!?!" asked Ron parrying a swing from Harry's pillow.

"Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…"

"There's this fat Indian guy who does this," explaind Harry. "I've seen him on the television. And he doesn't believe in having… things, material posesions."

"No one could get by without things. He couldn't resist!" said Ron, shocked at the prospect of someone living without… well, anything. This gave Harry quite a disturbing image of Buhda driving a sports car, trying to escape the police. "I'm not going to jail again," said Harry's Buhda, looking over his shoulder as Harry's thought bubble popped out of existence. "Eh?" said Harry. "What was that about?"

"I just asked you, mate!"

"Some of us are trying to meditate," said Hermione angrily. Harry and Ron jumped; they had almost forgotten she was there. And she stormed angrily up the stairs for some peace and quite.

A/N: Yeah, Hermione as a Buhdist, WTF, right? I know a lot of people will probably get nightmares about this… I'll try to do another chapter soon. Review!!! Hermy the Buhdist will get lonely without reviews!!!