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And guys, just because I go to camp, doesn't mean that I'll stop updating! It'll just take me a bit longer. Just a bit though. I wouldn't leave you guys in the dark!

December 24, 8 am, Sunday

Well, I woke up early so I could finish wrapping the presents. Not to self glorify myself, but I find the best gifts…I just hope everyone else thinks so.

3 pm

"So what did you get me?"

"Oliver! For the last time, I'm not telling you!"

I was waiting for Angelina to get out of the shower. I looked in the mirror this morning and I couldn't believe what my hair looked like. I think it grew out like three times the amount it was when I fell asleep. I was leaning my shoulder against the wall, holding all my crap, in my bathrobe, no less, when Oliver came up behind me.

"Why not?" he chuckled, I think he just likes to see me get worked up.

"Because," I smiled. "the point of giving presents is to surprise the person you're giving it to by how much you really know them."

Did that make sense? I dunno, but that's what I said.

"Hmm," he pretended to ponder on that for a minute, "so what did you get me?"

I laughed as Angelina finally came out, she was in her bathrobe too. The guys better not get any ideas…

"What's going on?" Angelina asked, having trouble balancing the towel on her head.

"Well," I said, brushing past her, "that's my cue."

My god, I needed that shower so much. I hope I didn't use up all the hot water. I came out of the shower and put my bath robe back on. I was going to comb out my hair when I saw a little note written on the foggy mirror.

what did you get me?

"OLIVER!"

I dried my hair, got dressed, and stormed out to go find Oliver. I can't even take a shower in peace any more. What pissed me off more as that he had have to come in while I was in the shower. God saved him when Mrs. Weasley decided a blue shower curtain over a glass door.

I found Oliver in the living room, laying on the couch reading. Oliver Wood reading. I was so shocked until I saw the title of the book Quidditch Throughout the Ages. That made sense.

"Do you really want to know what I got you for Christmas?" I asked angrily, I was standing I the entrance way to the living room in jeans and my white crew neck sweater. I think smoke was coming out of my nose.

Oliver looked up, I think he saw the smoke coming out of my nose because he chuckled and put the book down while standing up. "No."

Ok, that surprised me.

"But-but why have you been hassling me?" I was somewhat flabbergasted.

He walked over to me smiling, "Because your just so cute when you get worked up."

I knew it! I knew he liked to see me get mad!

He pinched my cheek gently and walked past me into the kitchen and up the stairs.

Even when he was kidding around, he was always thinking. That sounded weird. What I mean is he pinched my right cheek, instead of my left, where there was still an little cut. I hate face cuts, they always take forever to heal over.

I smiled and followed him up the stairs, calling after him. "That's no reason, Oliver Wood!"

I heard him laugh and I knew he knew I forgave him.

He always gets out of everything, bastard….

After dinner

Yay! Tomorrow's Christmas!I put all my gifts under the Christmas tree and almost had to hex Fred so he would stay away from his.

December 25, Monday, Christmas morning.

For the millionth time this year, I woke up to Oliver an inch from my face. Well, if he's going to do it, why not on Christmas? His hair was hanging down on to my face and his brown eyes were filled with the morning light

."Morning, Sleeping Beauty," he said softly once my eyes shot open.

Not matter how many times he does that, I will always be surprised, every time.

I yawned, "Mornin'."

"Tired?" he was still leaning over me.

"Like you would not believe."

I saw he was still in his pajamas and I smiled. He was wearing a white tee shirt and green plaid pants.

He stood up and offered me his hand. I gratefully took it and he helped me up.

"Thanks," I said through another yawn, "Oh, and nice p.j.'s."

He smiled, "like wise."

I looked down, yes I forgot which pajamas I was wearing. I was almost afraid to look. But it was ok. A medium sized navy blue tee shirt that said Patriots in red and white and red sweat pants that had two white stripes running down the leg.

I smiled back, "thanks."

"Come on, let's go down stairs."

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

"Mercy," I said as I took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee. "I died and went to heaven."

"Well thanks for leaving me here all lonely on Earth," Oliver said, taking a sip of his own coffee.

We were the only ones up, I think it was like 7, and Oliver made me a cup of coffee. We were sitting at the kitchen table, side by side, and out side it was snowing.

I licked my lips, perfect. Perfectly brewed, perfectly prepared. Perfect. Oliver looked over at my cup of coffee. Lots of milk and sweetened almost to the max.

"How do you drink all that sugar?" he asked.

I sighed, "I could ask you the same thing." Oliver only drank strong black coffee. "I don't know how you drink that stuff."

Oliver took another sip and passed his cup over to me, "Try it, it's not that bad."

I had this major flash back to when I was like ten years old. My dad only drank black coffee too. One day I asked to try some, and I spit it out in the sink. Not my finest hour.

I looked at it skeptically, my safe cup of coffee still in my hands.

"Kat," he chuckled, "it's not poisoned."

I knew I would regret it. I put my mug in his hand, "I'll try yours, if you try mine."

"Well," Oliver said, looking into my sugary-milky coffee, "Cheers."

We clanked our mugs together and took a sip. I did regret it. Black coffee tasted bitter five years ago and it tastes bitter now. I forced my self to swallow, and slammed to mug down on the table. I stuck my tongue out.

"Blah! It's terrible!"

I looked over to Oliver, his nose was all scrunched up and his brow was furrowed, "Are you trying to give me sugar poisoning?" he asked, handing back my coffee.

I took a sip of my sweet-milky coffee and swished it around my mouth before swallowing it. "Much better."

Oliver took a long gulp of his. "How do you drink that?" he asked, eyeing my mug.

"With a lot of sugar," I answered, "and milk, you know the stuff your supposed to put in coffee. I don't see how you drink it black."

He smiled, "without sugar and milk."

"Bleh."

He chuckled as Mrs. Weasley came down the stairs in her night gown, robe, and slippers.

"Oh," she said, I guess she was surprised to find us in her kitchen, "I didn't wake you up, did I?"

I shook my head smiling, "No, I hope we weren't the ones to wake you up."

"Oh no no no! I got up to make breakfast," thoughts of pancakes and sugar plums danced in my head, "I thought I'd get up early and start."

"Do you need any help?" I asked, Oliver and I getting up.

"No! now sit right back down!" you have to love Mrs. Weasley, according to the twins she could be a pill sometimes, but aren't all moms?

"Well," Oliver said, picking up the coffee pot off the coaster, "at least have a cup of coffee."

"You, you made coffee?" She asked, not daring to believe her eyes, "Well, I do have time I suppose."

An hour later, everyone was up and a magnificent feast was spread across the long table. It was incredible! There was double the amount of food than on a regular day. Which is like quadruple the amount of food on a regular day in my house. I was about to bow down on the floor to Mrs. Weasley. Hell, I would've even used Percy as a human sacrifice. Hehe…

"So," Fred said once we had all eaten double our body weight in pancakes and such. Even Alicia couldn't stop herself, the twig. "How 'bout presents?"

So we all waddled into the living room where there was like a mountain of wrapped gifts under the over decorated tree.

Mrs. Weasley of course gave us all sweaters. They were all scarlet with a gold band that wentaround the chest and upper back with thesame coloredtrim. Oliver's had three white hoops embroidered on the left where a pocket normally would be, me, Alicia and Angelina had a quaffle and broomstick in the same spot as Oliver's hoops, and Fred and George had a bludger and a beater's bat. They are so comfortable, we're all wearing them with jeans since the common sense of getting dressed popped into our tiny brains.

Then we all tore threw our gifts. My god, it looked like a tornado had gone threw the living room once we were done.

I gave Fred and George both a whole bag of muggle pranks. You know, gum turns your mouth different colors, chatter teeth, glue tooth paste, and their favorite, a whoopee cushion. You would think they've at least heard of all this great stuff but they never did.

I got Angelina a shirt that said 'Chasers…' on the front with a broom and quaffe on the front and said '…we get it done,' and a tourist silvioneer of the Shrieking Shack. At first she just stared at it. Then she started crying. It took us a while to realize she was crying because she was laughing so hard.

I got Alicia the same shirt (I bought three like months ago when I saw them. I know, I'm cheesy.) and a charmed origami mouse that followed her around. It would say 'eat some more twiggy!' when she was eating or 'go get some sleep, hun…' when she stays up late eating. At the moment is was saying 'come on! Tear through the presents faster!' in a high pitched squeky voice. She fell in love with it.

I got Oliver a tee shirt that say's 'CAPTAIN' on the front and 'aka…Spawn of Satan.' And a wooden pitch for the little wooden us I got him for his birthday. Everyone laughed, especially at the shirt.

"That fits him SO well," Angelina said threw laughs.

"Aw come one, I'm not that bad," Oliver said chuckling.

We stopped laughing and starred at him. Then we realized he was serious and laughed even harder.

"Am I?" he asked only loud enough for me to hear.

I stopped laughing, no one else did though. Gosh, I hoped he didn't think that I thought that of him. "Only during practice," I said reassuringly and he smiled.

GOD DAMN HIS CONTAGIOUS SMILE!

There ya goes! Wasn't so bad, right? New Years Eve/ Day in next chap!