A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club December

Disney Challenge: 4 - Sharpay Evans - Write about an attention seeker.

Showtime: 13 - Finale - (word) Festive

Amber's Attic: 1 - The Adicts: Write about someone dressing in a way that might be considered eccentric

Angel's Archives: 3 - Pecan Pie - (trait) eccentric

Scamander's Case: 13 - (genre) romance

Film Festival: 7 - (relationship) spouses

Marvel Appreciation: 11 - [Colour] Red

Lyric Alley: 8 - A very Merry Christmas

Winter Fun Festival

Southern Fun Festival – Magical Mistletoe -Hermione/Oliver

Northern Fun Festival: Singalong - It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas -"But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be" - Write about a pretty sight

Warning: mentions of nudity and anatomy

Word Count: 407

"Oliver! I said we needed to decorate the tree today, not..." Hermione struggled to find the words for what her husband had done.

"Well, it is wood, in a way," he stated with a smirk. Hermione tried not to laugh. It was just, too crazy for words. Oliver, in all of his brilliance, had decorated not the lovely fir tree in the library, but his own...staff. He'd tied a red ribbon around it and put a sparkly green bow on the tip. Wearing only that and a Santa hat was how Hermione found him when she'd come home from a long, boring, and mostly pointless day of work. She'd expected to find the tree covered in lights, ornaments, and the popcorn ribbons they had made last night, not... this.

"In a way," she had to agree biting her lip and eyeing his decorating job. "I'm guessing you wrapped it a bit like a present, you'd like me to unwrap it?" she smirked.

"That was sort of the point, unless you'd rather me be fairly uncomfortable."

"Hmm, well, since you got me a present, I should get you something in return. Go wait in our room and I'll be in a minute," she stated giving his decorated member one last glance. Once Oliver was out of the room, she burst into giggles. She wasn't sure what is was about him, but he kept surprising her, in a good, but semi-insane way. Sometimes she wondered if he'd taken too many bludgers to head while playing for Puddlemere United, but she was fairly certain it was just Oliver's quirky nature.

She opened the closet where they kept their decorations and found the bag of bows easily enough. She pulled out two small red ones. Then she looked around and found the fake poinsettia they always put out on the dining room table. She plucked one of the flowers from it and smiled. A few moments later, she walked into the bedroom. She'd lost her clothing and was simply wearing a red bow on each breast and the poinsettia between her legs.

"Is this festive enough for you, Oliver?" she asked crawling onto the bed next to him. He looked her over and nodded appreciatively.

"You're prefect, Hermione," he whispered pulling her on top of him and kissing her passionately. "Looks like I've got an early Christmas present to unwrap," he said as she plucked the bow from him giggling.