Chapter Twelve

Christmas

Odette and Jacques had been sentenced to be kissed by dementors. Their souls had been sucked out. Professor Reparu was furious. He acted worse than Snape did to Jet, Ronnie, Noni, Mya, Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Blaise. It was time for Jet, Ronnie, Hermione, Blaise, Harry, and Noni to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Ronnie, I can't face him..." Jet said, resisting to be pushed into the class room. The whole group was trying to get her in.

"You must..." Ronnie whispered in her ear. This seemed to make her give in. She let go of the door frame and let them push her in. She sat down in the seat the farthest to the back in the corner.

"Jet, that's not your seat," Some Ravenclaw said to her. She flipped him off and he backed off. The whole group of friends sat around by Jet, Ronnie next to her.

Mya had her free period and Draco had faked an injury to get out of his Physical Education. Mya and him went to the Wolvensoir Common Room to sit together with Dora.

"SHOUW MA NEE DAR! SHOUW MA NEE DAR!" Dora yelled.

"What the hell does that mean?" Draco asked.

Mya went into Dora's head, "Oh my God, JET'S IN TROUBLE!" Mya said, letting Dora hop onto her shoulder and grabbing Draco's hand as she ran to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. They stood outside the door and looked in, waiting for something to happen.

"Nothing's wrong in there, are you sure that's what Dora said?" Draco asked stubbornly.

"HUSH, Draco!. They foretell danger!" Mya scolded. His face flushed and he continued to look into the classroom.

In the classroom, Reparu was pretending to start a lesson. His eyes turned completely black and all the students in the room fell asleep, leaving Jet, Ronnie, Noni, Harry, Hermione, and Blaise awake.

"Oh, isn't that a pity, I guess I'm going to have to teach you guys alone,"

"How dare you!" Jet couldn't hold herself back.

"Oh, excusez-moi,"

"FOW!" Dora screeched. Dora fluttered into the classroom quickly, landed on Jet's shoulder and formed a sheer forcefield around her. Reparu's murderous glare backfired. He collapsed. He wasn't dead, though, he was much too powerful for such a thing as a backfired murderous glare, he was just unconcious.

Noel, Pippin, nor Harold hadn't saved Jet because they had yet to learn or understand their birth-given sixth sense. Dora had quickly caught on and thereafter saved Jet's life. Pippin was the first to learn to fly. Noel was the first to learn to waddle instead of sqwawking every time she wanted to move. Harold learned to control his temper before anyone else. If you asked anyone besides Fiona and Harry, they would say he was a little too mature for his young age.

Jet had fainted out of fright. Ronnie had picked her up and was on his way to the hospital wing when Reparu floated back to his feet. The door slammed shut.

"Open the door, Reparu!" Ron yelled, turning around.

"Oh, well aren't you getting brave..." Reparu smirked maliciously. Mya told Ron with her mind that as soon as she started to distract Reparu, to run. The door would open for him becuase she already had her mind on it. Her eyes turned yellow. Reparu started to float of the ground.

"What's your fear, professor?" Mya asked as she searched through his mind. For some reason, he couldn't get her out, no matter how much more powerful he was than her.

"Oh, I know...his worst fear is for his mind to be read, that's why he can't get you out...his powers are frozen from his fright. He feels powerless..." Fiona laughed in her throat. She wanted nothing more than for him to feel the pain and suffering that his son had caused her. Even that of which he caused Jet. The door flung open and Ron ran to the hospital wing with Jet. On the way, she woke up.

"What's...going on..." She asked, opening her eyes slowly.

"Shhhh..." Ron slowed down and walked the rest of the way.

Dumbledore had fired Reaparu and the Ministry of Magic issued a restaining order. He Was not allowed to come within 1,000 feet of Hogwarts or any of its students/staff. If he ever did, he would have a jolt of electricity run through his body, a new technological advance in the justice system of the wizarding world. He was also sent4enced to a month in Azkaban for endangerment of the wizarding youth. Jet, after two days, was out of the hospital wing. It was now Christmas time and the Committee of Teams had been geven the job of tgetting the new Christmas decorations for Hogwarts. They also had to put together the monthly ball. They figured, since they were doing everything else, that htey should get their Christmas presents as well. They all went to Hogsmeade, each with a scroll of decorations, ideas, and Christmas wishes. First thing they all did was buys a wizard bag each, so no one could even begin to imagine what everyone had bought. (A wizard bag is one which you can put anything your want in it, anything at all, and it will never fill up.

They quickly go thteh decorations and ball stuff out of the way to give themselves a good couple of hours to shop for Christmas presents. All the guys were asking their girl what she wanted for Christmas, except for Ron.

"Jet...you know...if I had the money...I'd buy you anything you want..." He looked down.

"Ronnie! Where's your CHristmas spirit?...I don't care what you get me...you could get me nothing for all I care, but...as long as I have ou for Christmas..." Jet said kissing him.

Mya stopped in mid-ramble and looked at the cute display.

"Is that all?" Draco asked, laughing.

"No...I want THAT for Christmas!" Mya said, pointing at Jet and Ronnie jealously.

"I can buy you almost anything...just not people..."

"No, Draco! I want us to have a moment...a cute one..."

"So forget aboutbuying you all those other gifts?"

"Hell no!..."

Draco laughed.

Hermione and Blaise didn't exactly aske each other what they wanted, they just kind of knew. They sort of took mental notes on whatever each of them gawked at.

Since it was Harry and Fiona's first Christmas as a couple, Harry wanted to get her something really special. ALl the guys went into the jewelry shoppe, leaving the girls to take over the rest of Hogsmeade. As soon as they walked in, an emerald encrusted locket caught Harry's attention.

"It's perfect!" He thought to himself, "...All it needs is a picture of me..." Typical Harry thought, comes off as sentimental at first, but then is shown as its true egitistical self.

Ron wasn't going to buy anything new...He wnted to get something fixed. It was a pair of earrings that had belonged to his Great Grandmother she was known for her hospitality and apple crumpets, the two good qualities she passed down to Ron's mom. Mrs. Weasley gave them to Ron and told him, "Give them to a girl...you'll know which one when the time comes..." Well he knew, and the time had come. Jet was the girl and he was going to get the earrings cleaned ad wrapped with his savings, every last sickle. draco had heard my asking for a classic pair of silver hoop earrings. That was one of few things that he got out of her ramblings. He got their names ant the day they started dating engraved on the inside of each. THeir names on one and the date on the other. Hermione had her eye on a white gold encrusted quill set, included with an inkwell with gold ink. He was planning on getting that later.

The girls were walking around, wondering what they should get for the guys.

"I know!" Jet screeched, jumping up and down.

"Jeez, take a chill pill..." Hermione laughed.

"I'm gonna get Ronnie a broom!"

"And you're not just thinking of any broom..." Mya smirked. She didn't have to read her mind to know that she was only going to get the best for Ron.

"That's right! I'm going to get him a Cirrus Dragon, the newest and best. Even issued by his favorite Quidditch Team, the Chudley Canons! Each bristle hand-selected by..."

"All right...we get it!" Fiona interrupted, rubbing her forehead.

"I'm gonna get ma hottie a messenger snake. I saw one over there," She pointed, "I mean, he doesn't have an owl or anuthing and, well, the snake just suits him," Mya said.

"you should name it boo!" Jet giggled.

"Right..." Mya smirked.

"MY SMIRK!" Draco said, as the guys exited the Jewelry Shoppe.

"We'll get their presents another time, just us girls..." Mya toldt hem wither her mind as the guys walked up to them.

"But I wanted to igve it a test ride!" Jet yelled out loud.

"Give what a test ride?" Ronnie asked, curiously raising an eyebrow.

She covered it up well, "Well...what do you think?" She also raised her eyebrow and left the rest to be determined.

Later that day they were eating dinner in happy silence. Imagining everyone's faces on Christmas kept their minds too busy.

It was a day before the ball. They figured eggnog and festive music would be enough for that time. Since everyone who were going home for Christmas were leaging the next day, they weren't wearing their best clothes. (They had already packed.) The Committee of Teams had decided to all stay and spend Christmas together at Hogwarts.

The ball wasn't too big. Not that many people had actually decided to come. In the end, people had turned in to rest up for their train ride in the morning, leaving the Committee of Teams alone in the Great Hall. Dumbledore told them that the staff were going to turn in as well since they were all going to help the traveling students in the morning. He trusted that they would clean up after themselves before it came time for the departing breakfast at 8:00 the next morning. It was only 9:00, they had plenty of time to enjoy themselves before cleaning up. They were slow dancing to "White Christmas," right after Dumbledore had left.

"I can't wait until Christmas. I can't wait to see your face..." Jet giggled, her head on his chest.

"I'm imagining yours..." Ron whispered, seeing her in his head on Christmas day as her eyes sparkled brighter than the diamonds in the earrings.

Draco was, surprisingly, very light on his feet and a very good ballroom dancer. Mya was surprised.

"I didn't know you were this good. I thought you'd be stepping on my feet," Mya said as she spun back in, her back to him.

"Well, I get it from...well...actually...I don't know where I get it from..." Draco laughed.

"I like it...and I think this could count for a cute moment..." She giggled.

"We should do it more often then..." Draco smirked.

Harry and Fiona were glowing. They hadn't said a word to each other. The looks on their faces were louder than their words could ever be.

Blaise was a little off in his step, but Hermione could care less. She was too busy smiling over his shoulder.

Later, after their personal party, they finally cleaned. It was around 1:00 in the morning. They finished cleaning up at 2:00 and retreated to their common room.

It was Christmas morning in the Wolvensoir Common Room. Jet had nearly tripped down the stairs, running with excitement to see what had been left under the tree by owls from home.

"LOOK! LOOK! WE'VE GOT LOADS OF PRESENTS AND TREATS!" Jet screeched, dancing around like a child.

"The only day that she can get up and actually be awake..." Mya yawned. Everyone took a seat around the tree.

"RONNIE FIRST!" Jet screamed, picking up her gift to him and practically shoved it at him.

"THANK...you," He smiled. He took a small package from his pocket, "This is for you..." He handed it to her. She took it and sat down next to him.
"You first!" She said as she practically bounced on the couch. Everyone watched sleepily. Ron started to tear the paper. He recognized the shape as a broom, but he never would have fathomed what kind of broom it really was.

"A broom..." He stopped tearing the paper and just stared at it.

"Keep going..." Jet insisted, pushing his hands.

He tore the rest of the paper off, "A CIRRUS DRAGON!" He couldn't contain himself, "JET, Oh my God, It's a CIRRUS DRAGON, OH thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" He now took on the role of the child dancing around on Christmas morning. Once he calmed down he kissed Jet on the forehead.

"Now it's your turn..."

She smiled and tore off the paper. She opened the velvet box and saw the elegant, old-fashioned earrings. She didn't say anything, but her expression said it all. Her eyes were glossy with happiness, "Ronnie...how did you..."

"Don't worry about it...I'm glad you like them..." That was the best present either of them could have recieved. A few tears came rolling down Jet's cheeks. She hugged him tight and kissed him on the cheek.

"All right! Everyone else can open presents now!" Jet laughed, wiping her tears away.

"Oooh! My turn! This is for you, Draco, come here Corona!" The messenger snake that Mya had got slithered over the Draco and up his leg.

"A messenger snake! And in my signature colors, green and black! Thanks, Mya, you're the best," Draco hugged her, "And this is for you...Come here Muffin," A cute little black dog with yellow eyes came trotting in very proudly, adorned with a yellow bow.

"AW!" The dog jumped up on Myas lap and licked her nose, "Well, hello there, Muffin,"

"I like the bow, it gives her that something extra..." Draco hinted.

"Yes it does, it accents her eyes," Mya went to fix her bow when she noticed something silver on the bow. It was her hoop earrings, "DRACO! Oh my God!"

"Have a closer look..."

"Our names...our ANNIVERSARY, aw DRACO!" She kissed him.

"All right, mate," Ron shoved Harry with his elbow, "Your turn, let's see then,"

"Emmm...here...I-I hope you like it..." Harry handed Fiona her present, his hand shaking a little.

"Thanks," She smiled lightly. She picked up a box, "This is for you," She practically whispered, handing it to him. He took it and put it down in front of himself, "Thank you, you open first..."

"Thanks," She smiled lightly. She picked up a box, "This is for you," She practically whispered, handing it to him. He took it and put it down in front of himself, "Thank you, you open first..."

She opened the locket. What they had all expected was not was in it at all. The expected picture of Harry had not been in there, but instead, a tiny key.

"What's it to..." Fiona asked, examining it. She was too happy to actually think beyond, her inuitional powers were on a tiny Christmas vacation.

"My heart..."

"Oh..." Fiona was speachless. This was more sentimental than any gift she had ever receieved.

"I think what she's trying to say is it's your turn," Draco smirked. Jet and Mya giggled.

Harry was smiling so broadly as he opened his gift. It was a gold wizards box; can never get full; with all Quidditch stuff from broom grips to dragon hide gloves.

"This is great, Fiona...thanks," He got up and kissed her.

They had all decided that after breakfast they were going to go have a Quidditch match. On the first team was Draco, Ronnie, Mya, and JEt. Draco was the seeker, Ronnie was the beater, Mya was the chaser, Jet was the keeper. On the opposing team was Harry, Blaise, Fiona, and Hermione. Harry was the seeker, Blaise was the chaser, Fiona was the beater, and Hermione was the keeper. Draco's team was the pnk team...Jet's idea...and Harry's team was the purple team. (They tried to stay out of the colors in the original four houses.) Ron's broom, as one of it's state of the art features, could be made into two mini brooms. Just tap it with your wand and say "separate!" He let Jet use one of them. Harry had his Firebolt. Draco had his semi-new Cumulus Pistol. The reest of them used Hogwarts brooms. Since the Nimbus 2000 was nearly obsolete, Hogwarts had a full stock of them. Madame Hooch snapped on her goggles, grabbed the Quaffle, blew her whistle, and released the Quaffle. Mya caught it. She flew over to the hoops and made the first goal. Hermione wasn't quite ready, "How do you fly this thing!" She never really liked heights either.

"High five!" Jet screamed, holding out her hand.

Mya slapped her hand and flew back to tackle Blaise witht he Quaffle.

Fiona saw a bludger heading straight for Harry, who was too busy looking for the snitch.

"Harry!" She flew after it and hit it hard with her club, right before it could reach him.

"Thanks, love," He spotted the snitch.

"Draco!" Mya yelled, as she was practically on Blaise's broom trying to retrieve the Quaffle. This caught his attention and now Draco, as well as Harry, was on the snitch's trail. Ron saw Mya struggling with Blaise and saw an opportunity to smash his bloody head in.

"Mya, watch it!" She knew what he was thinking, so, she had already gotten onto her broom and moved over. A bludger came whizzing pst Ron.. He clobbered it and it hurtled towards Blaise. It popped the Quaffle right out of his hands. It seemed to have been a strategic move on Ron's part, but he was a couple of inches away from his actual target.

Mya flew under Blaise and caught the Quaffle. Jet really hadn't been paying attention. Hermione was ready, and Mya kew she wouldn't be able to get the Wuaffle past her. She figured that if she gave the Quaffle to Blaise that Jet would block him and thereafter give more time for Draco to capture the snitch. She wanted to stall a little and keep the other team from getting any points. The only glitch in Mya's plan was that Jet wasn't paying attention. She was too busy staring at Ron, who was beating bludgers left and right.

"JET!" Mya screamed with her mind.

"WHAT! I'm busy..." Jet said, bothered, not taking her eyes off Ron.

Blaise was laughing at Jet as he sped up to Mya. He didn't expect her to chuck the Quaffle at him. He fumbled with it a little, but finally got his grip on it.

"A ROGUE BLUDGERS GOING STRAIGHT FOR RON!" Mya screamed to get her attention.

"Where!" She looked around, there was no bludger in sight. She then saw Blaise threw the Quaffle to the goal. She blocked it just in time, "MYA!" She slapped her on the shoulder, "I thought Ronnie was going to die!"

"Oh, he's fine, he is the beater after all..."

Madame Hooch's whistle sounded as she came came out of the clouds on her broom.

"Draco has caught the snitch. One hundred and fifty points for the Pink Team, and the Pink Team wins!"

An ecstatic Draco came whizzing out of the clouds, brandishing the snitch in his hand. Harry slowly followed, his head down. They all landed on the grass.

"Good game, Potter," Draco said, sportingly holding out his hand for a shake. Harry glowered at his hand.

"Oh...wait...denial...where's the snitch...OH!...Oh snap!...I caught it!...oh...its in my hand...OH!...my hand...NOT yours...WHAT NOW!" Draco said as he shook the snitch in his face.

:What's the matter Harry?" Fiona asked. She hadn't been paying attention to Draco.

"You didn't hear? He didn't catch the snitch!" Draco laughed.

"Oh, so what...it's only a game," Fiona assured him, rubbing his back.

"Only a game!" Harry hopped on his broom and flew off.

"Harry!" Fiona followed him.

"Wow...can't let it go, can he...I mean...it's about time he lost to someone, or he'd never have come down..." Draco said.

"Good he lost to you, boo, that's all I gotta say," Mya laughed.

Muffin came trotting on to the field. Her and Corona had been sitting with the staff in the stands.

"Hey, Muffin!" Mya knelt down and held out her arms for Muffin to come to her, but Muffin trotted over to Ron instead and sat at his feet and just stared up at him.

"Takes after Jet," Blaise laughed, pointing at Jet, who was also staring at Ron.

"What? What I miss?" She snapped back into reality.

"Ron seems to have a fan club," Hermione giggled.

"WHAT!" Jet roared, protectively.

"CHILL! It's only you and Muffin!" Mya assured her.

"Oh!" Jet smiled at Ron, who was shooting scared glances to the puppy at his feet.

"Eh...em..."

"Ron? Are you afraid of Muffin? She just has a little crush on you..." Draco laughed.

"It's eyes...there so...big...and...yellow..." He started to walk away from Muffin, not taking his eyes off her. She followed, wagging her tail. He walked faster. She sped up with him. He ran around the field with the dog chasing him.

"Ahhhhhh!" He screamed running around, flailing his arms in the air.

"Ronnie!" Jet yelled. Now, Ron was being chased by Muffin, who was being chased by Jet. Ron and Jet were screaming and Muffin was barking happily. Everyone else was laughing.