Chrismukkah at Hogwarts

A/N: Welcome to what is possibly the weirdest idea for a story ever. Obviously you are a fan of both Harry Potter and The OC, which is good, because I like kindred spirits! Anyway, you didn't come here to read author's notes, I'm sure, so without further ado, let us begin the random story that could make or break my potential 'career' as a fanfiction author!

A Bleak Christmas

The snow built up on the heavily fogged windows of the Gryffindor common room. Facing one of the coldest winters ever experienced in Britain, most of the Hogwarts students had returned home for the Christmas break. Those that remained spent their time huddled in front of the numerous fires that were blazing in their grates.

"Bloody hell, even with someone sitting on your lap it's still freezing!" exclaimed a tall eighteen-year-old with flaming red hair. Ron Weasley and his girlfriend of nearly sixteen months, Hermione Granger, were both in seventh year. They had pulled their armchair as close to the fire as it could go, as had Ron's sister, Ginny, and their friend Harry Potter.

"I know what you mean," said Harry, wrapping his arms tighter around Ginny's waist. After leaving school to fight Voldemort, Harry, Ron and Hermione returned at the start of the next school year to finish their education and continue on with their lives. They had been feared dead by their families and the wizarding world, as they had decided to take the precaution of not contacting anyone, so it was with great joy that Ginny saw the three of them appear on the path to the Burrow as she looked out the kitchen window in the last week of her final summer holidays. In an event similar to that of nearly two years before, she ran outside screaming with delight, and threw her arms around Harry, who pulled her into a long, passionate kiss. They had been together ever since, because now that Voldemort was dead there was nothing left to tear them apart. Or so they thought.

"It's days like this that I wish Hogwarts was closer to the equator," Ginny said, bringing her legs in closer to her body. With a small smile, she added, "Why don't you do something, Hermione? You're the one studying advanced magic here. Maybe you could transport the whole castle to California."

"Or bring the Californian weather to us?" Harry suggested.

"Either one, just make it hotter," Ron said with a smirk.

Hermione's face indicated that she was beginning to think deeply about something, but the other three were too busy staring into the warm flames to notice.

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Although by now she knew that doing unnecessary studying, particularly during the holidays, drove her boyfriend and best friends up the wall, Hermione's mind was constantly plagued with thoughts of complex spells ever since that conversation about the weather the day before. She knew she was bright, but there was no way she would try to work out how to transport the whole castle to California, and she didn't think she was up to transporting herself, Ron, Harry and Ginny there. Besides, despite the complications of apparating across a major ocean, if for some reason they couldn't get back it could cause complications with school, and holidaying in that sort of climate could actually worsen their pining for warmer weather. However, she saw no harm in trying a small weather spell. Like Ginny said, Hermione was taking advanced classes, and she could already change the weather on small scales. So she reasoned that just changing the castle's weather for a little while shouldn't prove too difficult.

While waiting for Ginny to get up that morning (because Hermione and Ginny were both seventh-years now, they shared a dormitory), Hermione had looked through some of her school books for weather spells. She found a few, but none that could cause such a dramatic change in weather for longer than a few minutes. It was then that she decided to create her own incantation. She had made her own spells before, all of which had worked brilliantly, so she had high hopes that it would work. It was then that Ginny woke up, and they made their way down to breakfast.

After breakfast, Harry, Ron and Ginny said they wanted to go to the Quidditch pitch in an attempt to stay warm. Hermione, who did not particularly enjoy flying anyway, said she would give it a miss and catch up on some reading. Once she had waved them out of the castle, she started heading towards the dormitory, and entered an empty classroom.

Carefully closing the door behind her, Hermione looked around the room, and thought that it was perfect for what she was about to do. On the wall opposite the door were three large windows, out of which she could clearly see the snow-covered grounds, and even the Quidditch Pitch.

Staring at the bleak sky through one of the windows, she began to quietly murmur the incantation she had created (magis aer nequam adeo, accio tempestas ex California), while visualising a beach full of sunbaking teenagers.

She closed her eyes tightly once she had said the incantation, and opened them to stare out of the window, expecting that the clouds would clear at least. She decided to say the incantation three times without stopping, and this time had her eyes focussed on the snow-covered ground below. When it still appeared as though nothing had happened, she sighed, disappointed, and was just about to turn around and go back to the common room when a voice from the far corner of the room made her freeze.

"Coop, why are you on top of me?"