A/N: Please read and review. There are no pranks in this chapter, please forgive me.

He was standing in the Head's common room, with nothing but boxers on. He looked around, not exactly sure why he was standing there. He noted dully that his boxers had broken hearts all over them.

Suddenly, a pair of soft, warm arms wrapped around his bare stomach.

He turned around, his jaw nearly hitting the floor when he saw that it was Lily who had embraced him.

She was standing in front of him, dressed in a skimpy looking lingerie dress with a Santa hat on her head. The negligee was short and see through around her mid-drift. He gasped and sighed hungrily as she stepped towards him, pressing her soft body against him.

"Happy Christmas, Lover Boy." She whispered, pushing him down onto the couch.

He lay back as she walked closer and closer, leveling him with a sultry gaze. She reached for him and he reached back, their lips about to touch...

WHAM!

"James! Wake up! It's Christmas!" Someone shouted, a pillow hitting his head.

Groggily, and quite unwillingly, James Potter opened his eyes to find a certain red-head straddling his lap, her legs on either side of his stomach as she pinned him down to the bed, pillow raised in hand. This Lily, unlike the one in his dream, was fully clad in pajama bottoms and a tank-top and bearing a feisty expression instead of one of seductiveness.

"Aw, I was having a good dream." James whined, closing his eyes and shivering at the thought of it. "What time is it anyway?"

"Four in the morning." Lily replied in a sing-song voice, hitting him with the pillow again when he closed his eyes. "And I assure you that no dream can be better than Christmas presents.

James couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Trust me, it can." He glanced warily at her, noting that her body was STILL straddling him.

Lily put the pillow down and leaned in until she was very close, almost too close, to James.

"Happy Christmas, Prongs." She said lightly.

He considered her for a minute, before sitting up, grabbing his own pillow and hitting her over the head with it. Then, like a baby in a cradle, he picked her up and carried her to the doorway and said back, "Happy Christmas to you too, Lils."

After setting her down, James shouted, "Race you to the presents!"

With a yell, both took off, feet all tangled on the stairs as they nearly tripped and fell several times. Together. Seconds later, they tumbled rather unceremoniously into the common room.

"I WON!" James nearly screamed at the top of his breathless lungs.

"No, I won!" Protested Lily, smacking him in the shoulder.

In retaliation, he tackled her down onto the couch, sitting on and tickling her as she squealed and writhed under him.

"Hey! HEY!' Gracie shouted as Lily fought to tickle James back. "Are you two five-year-olds done yet?"

The two looked up from the couch and ran towards rug excitedly, all tickle fights forgotten as they caught sight of the piles and piles of presents. And seeing as Gracie, Emma, Lily, James, Remus, Peter and Sirius were the only Gryffindors that decided to stay for Christmas, having that many presents was saying quite a lot.

"The first person to unwrap all their presents wins!" Sirius crowed, as both the Marauders and Marauderesses dug viciously into the pile of presents. Cries of surprise came from all seven of the Pranksters as paper littered the floor like raindrops falling from the sky.

A half an hour later, the floor lay covered with tissue paper, boxes, bags, and bows. Most of the friends were marveling at their gifts, though Peter had already fallen asleep under the mountains of wrapping paper.

James, who was half way through his box of IQ advancing chocolates that Remus had given him, realized that there was no present among his pile from Lily. Then again, he hadn't given her anything.

"James, where is my present?" Lily asked with a pout, not really expecting anything.

"I might ask the same of you, Miss Evans." He responded with a sly smile, thinking of the small silver wrapped box sitting in his trunk upstairs.

"Ah, you know me, I like to wait for the right er...moment." Lily said, standing up on her tip-toes to seem taller as he crossed the room over to her.

"Like...say...after dinner?" James offered.

"As long as no one is around." Lily said in a half whisper. "I don't want people to think I actually get along with you or anything!"

Suddenly, a letter popped up on the top of Lily's head, labeled To the Marauders. James took it from her head and opened it.

"Hey guys, I think you better come over to hear this." He called over his shoulder, signaling the coming of the rest of their friends.

They all sat down on the couch as James began to read.

Dear Marauders,

Happy Christmas to you all. We thought you would like a break from all this tiresome pranking, seeing as its obviously showing on the scoreboard. I mean, we are leading by ten points after all. Anyways, we wanted to call a truce for the remainder of the holidays, seeing as hardly anyone will be around to witness the pranks and we are with our families at this current point in time. But don't expect us to go easy on you, Loony, Wormbrains, DungFoot and Prat.

Happy Christmas,

Midnight, Freckles and Frown

James looked up from the letter, red-faced and seething.

"How do they do that?!" He exploded, throwing the letter angrily into the fireplace. "How can they come off as so witty and calm, when they are only a group of meddling, stalker, teenage girls?"

Loony Wormbrains and Dungfoot seemed to be thinking around the same lines. In a matter of seconds, they all started yelling furiously and cursing the 'Evil vixens that have tortured us'.

"I think they're bluffing." Gracie said, flicking a crumb of chocolate off her arm. "I don't think mere girls could have come up with those brilliant nicknames themselves.

"What, Midnight, Freckles and Frown?" Sirius asked.

"No," the brunette replied coolly, "Loony, Wormbrains, Dungfoot and Prat. That was freaking GENIUS."

The boys glared at Gracie as she laughed herself silly, but Emma put on a face of mock concern.

"I don't know, you guys better think of something good, or they just might win." She said, casting her violet eyes over the group with a look of worry.

"Well, what can we do?" Sirius asked sarcastically, leaning over Gracie's lap with a feminine sigh, "We're trying our hardest but it just isn't good enough!"

Gracie looked down at Sirius, still stretched across her lap. "Move it or lose it." She growled, reaching in her pocket for her wand.

Sirius promptly moved off, but not before adding, "You know you want me, Grace Harlow."

Rolling his eyes, Remus said, "We should probably go up to the dorm and write them a letter. The Christmas Feast starts in about two hours. We'll be ready to go by then."

The four boys walked up the dorm, James looking rather reluctant to do so.

Lily turned slowly to her friends, who were looking rather sheepish.

"Loony, WormBrains, DungFoot and Prat?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I felt a creative spark." Gracie defended, raising her hands with a shrug.

"I must admit that was freaking funny." Emma said, a grin spreading across her face.

"But dangerous. If they send the reply and we get it while in their presence, our cover will be blown." Lily said warningly, though she was smiling as well.

"Cover, schmover." Gracie said airily, "To see the bewildered anger on their faces...priceless."

"You wanna go have a snowball fight?" Lily asked, staring at the rug.

"We can't. There's a giant snow storm going on out there." Emma pointed out, glancing toward the window.

Lily heard the distant howling of the wind and realized she had been hearing that sound all night. "Oh well," She sighed, "I guess we'll have to make the most of indoors today."

"That shouldn't be hard for us, you know." Emma replied. "We happen to be some of the greatest pranksters with one of the greatest secrets in this castle. I'm sure we can find SOMETHING to do."

"We've already got the pranks planned for when school starts again." Lily explained. "I've got all the notes and supplies upstairs in my trunk."

"As well as your present for Jamesie." Gracie said slyly, winking at Emma.

Lily looked staggered for a few minutes, but then shook her head and said sharply, "That's none of your business."

"We're your best girl friends; of course it's our business." Emma said dully, fingering one of her presents with mild curiosity.

Lily looked down. She felt bad for spending so much time with James and not her friends. Sure, they planned pranks and laughed about it later, but she knew they were being extremely patient with her on the James-factor.

"Okay, so, you have to teach us how to work these things." Gracie said, her brown eyes trained on a small yo-yo that James had bought her.

"You've never used a yo-yo?" Lily asked, looking rather pleased that her friends had changed the subject.

"I'm a pure blood witch. I don't tamper with such." Gracie said with a sniff, mocking a Slytherin with off precision.

Lily grinned and took the yo-yo from her friend's hand.

"Checkmate." James said, folding his arms over his chest in satisfaction.

"WHAT!? That's not fair!" Lily yelled, her eyes running over the chess board as James' queen crushed her king into bit and pieces.

"Tis fair, Miss Lily." Sirius said with a sigh as he inched closer to Gracie, who was seated on the rug reading a book.

"But two moves ago, I had you practically cornered!" Lily half-shouted exasperatedly, wringing her hands as she tried to figure out what she did wrong to lose.

"Your left side was defenseless, and I had my king well guarded. It's more about the defense than offense, Lils." James explained, looking sad that he had to beat her.

"That's not true. Offense is so much more important." Lily argued.

"I have to agree with red-head on this one." Sirius said lazily, reaching around Gracie and taking the book from her hands.

"Give it back!" The brunette yelled, slugging her attacker in the shoulder.

"If you want it back, you'll have to go on a date with me." Sirius said, standing and dangling the book just out of Gracie's reach.

"Not on my life!" She shouted in his face, much to the amusement of her friends.

"Just one date. How bad can it be?" Sirius asked.

Gracie stopped struggling for the book and considered her interrogator for a moment before standing up and punching him in the stomach with all the strength she could possibly muster. Sirius doubled over with a grunt of pain and Gracie snatched the book from his hands before going over to her own secluded couch across the room.

Remus walked over and helped Sirius up. "You know DungFoot, you always seem to make the stupidest decisions round Gracie."

"Well Loony, I try." Sirius spat back, wincing as he sat down.

Lily leaned over and said, "If he keeps harassing Gracie at this rate, he'll be dying of internal bleeding by age twenty."

James had to hold back a laugh to prevent a furious glare from Sirius and Gracie.

"You wanna play another game, Lils?" James asked, cleaning up the chess board.

"Actually, I need to go to the Owelry and write a letter to the family wishing them all a happy Christmas. I'll be right back." She said, walking out of the common room.

James looked wistfully at the portrait hole and suddenly all his friends rounded on him.

"WHAT ARE YOU GETTING HER FOR CHRISTMAS?!" They all asked simultaneously.

James winced, "I can't tell you."

"Is it something nice and hot, like lingerie?" Sirius asked, looking rather hopeful.

"No."

"Is it something overly girly? Perfume? Lily hates perfume." Gracie explained with a look of distaste.

"And I hope it's not a book." Remus said with a groan. "Lily's got way too many of those."

They continued to chatter until James shouted, "I didn't get her any of that stuff!"

"Well, what did you get her?" Emma asked, her purple eyes shining with curiosity.

"Why does it matter?" He asked incredulously.

"Because you're in love with Lily. And she's in love with you. You don't want to send the wrong message." Remus said calmly, shaking his sandy hair.

James sat there, his mouth moving up and down like a fish. "What are you talking about?" He managed to rasp, looking at all of his friends (minus Lily).

"Oh, come now." Emma said, walking forward to sit next to Remus. "It's not like you're trying to hide it. You couldn't keep your eyes off her at the Ball, and you spend almost every spare minute with her. We did THAT math easily enough, James."

James felt winded and incredibly tired all of a sudden. "You can't say anything to her." He said quietly, excepting his defeat.

"Fine. But I hope your gift to her will be appropriate, for your sake." Gracie said, glaring at James.

"James," Began Remus in an uneasy tone, "Have you ever considered that she might like you, or even love you, back?"

"No, I haven't." James snapped, feeling very defensive all of a sudden. "Because it's not possible. Lily and I will never be anything more than just friends."

Remus opened his mouth to counter that, but the Lily walked back into the common room, humming Christmas Carols. "What's going on?" She asked, sitting back down next to James.

"Nothing." James muttered darkly, placing a smile on his face as he looked down at Lily. "When's the feast?"

"Actually, it's starting in fifteen minutes." Lily said, glancing at the clock. "Do you guys wanna go down?"

The group left the common room, James taking up the rear as he brooded with his tortured thoughts.

"Okay, you have to give me my present now!" Lily whined, bouncing on her toes eagerly as she clutched James' present behind her back.

"You first!" He said back, laughing quietly.

It was about eight 'o clock, the rest of the Marauders and Marauderesses had gone upstairs to bed (worn out from the excitement of the day), and Lily and James were about to exchange their presents.

"Alright." Lily said with a rolling of her eyes, "Here's your present." She thrust forward a soft package, neatly wrapped in green paper.

James grabbed it and ripped it open, feeling slightly guilty for destroying such expert wrapping.

"It's a scarf!" He cried, smiling as a silvery veil of blue and green fell to the floor.

"It's not just a regular scarf." Lily explained, picking it up and holding it at arms length, "Wherever you are, no matter how cold it is, this scarf will you keep you warm."

James put it around his neck lightly and sure enough, warmth began to spread from the tips of his toes to his head. He grinned widely at Lily before handing her a small box wrapped in silver.

Lily scrutinized the box, before asking, "Who taught you to wrap presents?"

James looked rather pouty as he murmured, "I taught myself."

The red head shook with silent laughter as she took the gift from him. "It's fine. I was just trying to figure out why it looked like a four year old wrapped this thing."

She tugged lightly at the edges of the paper and tore it off in one sweep of her hand. Gently, almost shyly, she lifted the lid off the box and gasped. It was a silver necklace, a small chain with a single pendant in the center. Shaped like a flower. As Lily reached back to put it on, the pendant rapidly changed colors as it touched her skin.

"It works like one of those muggle mood rings." James explained. "Only it's genuine. This way, you'll always know how you feel about something, even if you can't figure it out for yourself."

Lily looked at James for a minute before throwing her arms around his neck and squeezing him to death. "Oh, thank you so much James!" She whispered in his ear.

"No problem." He whispered back, hugging her with just as much enthusiasm.

Over the next week or so, the Marauders and Marauderesses spent almost all their time in each other's company. It was almost as if they were their own group, instead of two separate ones. Most days were spent lounging in the common room with extreme tournaments of Gobstones, Wizard's Chess, and Exploding Snap. But they were only extreme because of Sirius blowing spitballs at everybody while they tried to concentrate.

On the 29th of December, it stopped snowing, and the friends were up and out in the wintery wonderland first thing in the morning, practically swimming in snow. They had been in the middle of a snow man making contest, when all of the sudden, Sirius shoved some snow down Gracie's shirt as a means of asking her out. She responded with a screech and promptly pelted him with a huge snowball in the face, calling him obscenities and hitting him repeatedly on the head. It didn't take long after that for a full frontal snow ball WAR to take place; girls vs. boys.

The rest of the week was spent outdoors, both in the snow and on the lake, ice skating. But the ice fun ended when Gracie punched Sirius so hard he fell through the ice into the freezing cold water.

Snow days had ceased after Sirius spent the night in the hospital wing, having to receive a vial of Pepper-Up potion every hour. But even as he sneezed and shivered, Sirius said that falling through the ice was totally worth getting to pinch Gracie's arse.

They had automatically decided to throw a New Year's Eve bash, just because it was their last New Year's at school and they were the only seventh years in the House.

The Marauders had gone all out, despite the pleas of the Head Girl, bringing candy, Fire-Whiskey, food and even a bunch of indoor fireworks that combusted at random time slots.

At about ten 'o clock on the Eve of 1978, the seven friends sat in a circle, laughing and throwing bits of jelly bean at one another. It must have been well into the party, seeing as Sirius was already starting to sway back and forth as he sat. Gracie took care to stay far away from the liquor, whether she wanted to or not.

"Okay! We have to have a contest! Something muggle!" James shouted, bouncing in his seat.

Lily thought for a moment, back to what she and Petunia use to compete for when they were littler. "What about an arm wrestling contest?"

"PERFECT!" Gracie yelled. "Who wants to play me!?"

With somewhat of a swagger, James stood up and-- cracking his knuckles-- said, "This should be as easy as pie."

With a grim smile, Gracie set her right elbow on the table and held her hand out, winking when James took it and sat down as well.

"Ready?" Remus asked, eyeing both contestants. "Set...go!"

Silence filled the room as all attention was brought to Gracie and James. Neither had even moved an inch, but it was clear that a struggle was ensuing. James winced as the brunette clutched his hand even harder than usual.

A minute later, James hand smacked down on the table, Gracie's covering it.

James flexed his hand with a grimace, completely bewildered that a pixie-like GIRL had just beaten him in a battle of testosterone strength.

Gracie smiled, looking absolutely smug. "Who's next?"

Over the next half hour, most of the friends had tried and failed to beat Gracie at arm wrestling. Somehow, she had managed to obtain an uncanny amount of arm strength. Lily and Emma both agreed that her arms were strong only because she got practice swinging at Sirius' jaw every couple hours.

Over the next thirty minutes, the friends lounged around the common room, playing odd muggle games with twists. So far they had come up with extreme hide and seek (the extreme part being the fact that if you were found you had to duel the one who found you) and hex tag.

Finally, after running and screaming themselves hoarse, the girls all sat down. Gracie was actually bouncy though, high on an energy that had her fellow Marauderesses bewildered.

The brunette suddenly stopped bouncing, turning to face Sirius with an odd expression.

"I didn't arm wrestle you, you know." She said, raising an eyebrow as a challenge.

Sirius scoffed and shook his head. "I'm not going to waste my time. There's nothing in it for me."

Gracie considered him for a moment, as if being both hesitant and eager to compete with Sirius. She finally sighed and said quietly, "Name the stakes."

Sirius suddenly jumped up from his seat, filled with identical energy to Gracie's.

"If you win," he started, obviously thinking it wasn't going to happen, "I'll leave you alone for as long as you want me to." He paused, adding more dramatic affect as he friends all leaned in to listen, "But if I win, you have to kiss me."

Gracie's grin froze and her confidence visibly faltered as she realized her life's work was at stake.

"Forget it." She said icily, turning away to walk up to the dorm.

"What, are you afraid?" Sirius tried, knowing that it would get her attention.

Gracie stopped at the foot of the stairs, her expression uneasy and unsure and she pondered her options. Lily knew her friend was in a dangerous situation.

"No. Let's do it." Gracie said steadily, walking over to sit, her face an impassive mask.

Emma's face twisted into a smile as Gracie and Sirius took hands and leaned forward, setting their elbows on the table.

James decided to start the game this time. "Ready, set, and GO!"

Unlike all of the other rounds of arm wrestling, neither player showed the slightest means of struggle. Sirius' laughing grey eyes locked with Gracie's brown ones.

Then, gradually, their fists began to move to the right of the table, and the brunette's eyes widened in a panic as a smirk crossed her opponent's face. She drove him back, a look of determination firmly set as Sirius' cocky appearance cracked just a bit.

Then, too quick for anyone to truly understand, Sirius slammed Gracie's fist down, letting out a short bark of laughter as her smirk was replaced with a open mouthed amount of shock.

The Marauders burst into cheers and whoops, while Lily and Emma groaned with defeat, feeling as if THEY were the ones who had lost.

As Sirius was slapped on the back and yelled at, Gracie tried to slip away up to the dorm.

"Ah, ah ahhh." Sirius said grabbing her wrist and wheeling her along. "I believe you owe me a kiss."

"I will only kiss you if it'll save a life." Gracie sneered, struggling to pull away from her captor. "And since it's only making MY life worse, I'd rather not."

Lily gave James a warning glance, communicating that if Sirius kept pushing Gracie, the brunette would surely kill him. The audience of the arm wrestling champ and his just beaten opponent stayed silent anyways.

Gracie's eyes were wide, but not threatening as she stared at Sirius. They were merely inches apart. She seemed to be trying to calculate the biggest math equation inside her head.

Then, as suddenly as it ever could be, Gracie --quite slowly and shyly-- reached forward, taking Sirius' face in her small pale hands before brushing her lips against his. The kiss was so light that some people-- if more people had been there-- might have questioned whether or not it happened.

Absolute silence filled the air, both anticipated and shocked. Lily didn't know what to say as she tried to gauge Gracie's reaction to the kiss.

"Happy now?" The brunette asked, letting go and walking up to her dorm.

Sirius reached up and touched his lips, looking both confused and elated. He gripped his head with sudden anger and muttered, "Shit." before stomping up to his dorm.

As soon as they were both gone, James let out a low whistle, while Emma whispered, "Wow."

Lily nodded, wow was right.

"I mean, it's so obvious they're in love with each other, but how on earth are we going to get them to admit it to each other?" Emma asked, narrowing her eyes over at Lily and James across the room as they played a game of Gobstones.

"But how do you get them to admit it?" Remus asked, taking a small sip of his butter-beer. "James can be as stubborn as a mule when necessary and Lily is exactly the same."

Emma ran a hair through her onyx tresses, "There has to be a way. Everyone has a weakness."

"But that's just the problem." Remus said, his amber eyes flashing, "They are each other's weaknesses."

Emma huffed and laid her chin on her palm, thinking hard. "The broom cupboard idea obviously didn't work. We could try to make Lily jealous, but James has already got Angie for that."

"We could try to make James jealous. I mean, you SAW the way he nearly lost it when Sirius was dancing with Lily at the ball."

James crowed in triumph and Lily hit him as they finished a game and started another. Emma shook her head and said, "Lily has her no dating rule. But it wouldn't even take a boyfriend to get James jealous, Remus. All you have to do is give Lily another guy friend and James will be driven nuts."

"What are you suggesting?" Remus asked, tipping his head to the side and smiling at Emma.

"I'm suggesting that we make a schedule to keep Lily constantly busy and away from James. We can get her kids to tutor, you and Sirius and ask her to help you with homework. Soon, James will crack and tell Lily he's crazy about her and they will all live happily ever after." Emma confirmed, leaning back on the sofa.

"Well, when do you suggest we make this schedule?"

"I don't know."

"Well, why don't you and I talk it over a mug of butter beer and Hogsmeade the next visit?" Remus offered.

Emma froze, her eyes dancing with both excitement and hesitation. "Like a date?" She asked, raising her eyes to her companion.

"Only if you want it to be." Remus said, shrugging, despite the slight crack in his voice.

"Sure, why not." Emma replied, rolling her eyes as James yelled 'I WON AGAIN!' at the top of his lungs.

"Cool." Remus said, feeling slightly awkward.

"So, um...I-I'm going to bed. I need some sleep. Happy Almost New Year's." Emma waved, standing up and running to her dorm as her face gradually faded to crimson.

Remus sighed happily once she vanished and after bidding goodbye to Lily and James, walked up to his dorm, whistling 'Jingle Bells' under his breath. He decided to leave Peter where he was, sleeping under the Christmas tree.

"James!" Lily cried, clutching her Head Boy's arm and giggling. "Hurry! It's eleven fifty five! We need to go to the clock tower to celebrate New Years!"

The red head felt oddly giddy, despite the fact that she hadn't had a single mouthful of alcohol. She just told herself she was 'high on life' and enjoying ever second of it.

"Alright Lilykins! Jump on my back, and I will fly you to thine clock tower!" James cried, jumping up with just as much random hyper energy.

With a high pitched cackle, Lily jumped on James back, ignoring his comments on her so called 'Fatness'.

He galloped out of the common room, ignoring the warning shouts of the Portraits on their 'outlandish behavior'.

"Okay! James, stop, stop!" Lily pleaded, clutching her sides as she laughed hysterically when James let her off.

Together they looked above them, gaping at the huge clock tower about 100 feet above them. The big hand was on the twelve and the little hand was about a few inches to the left of it.

"It's so big." Lily whispered, giggling shrilly.

"Yeah." James said, scratching the back of his neck as he looked up at it.

"Let's count it down. The last ten seconds." Lily said, as the second hand drew closer to the top of the clock.

"Okay. Ten." James started.

"Nine." Lily replied, nearly screaming with excitement.

"Eight."

"Seven."

"Six."

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

"Two.

"One!"

GONG!

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They both screamed at the top of their lungs, jumping up and down and hugging each other.

It probably looked rather conspicuous, the Head Girl and Boy dancing around and screaming in the empty corridor, but they didn't care.

Lily collapsed on the ground, shaking with laughter that she didn't know she had in her. She looked up at James once the giggling had resided, reaching for him as he yanked her up to his level.

"I'm going to bed now." Lily said, stifling a yawn, "I'm suddenly extremely tired."

James smiled down at Lily and lifted her into his arms, trying to control the random spasms of his heart when she leaned against his shoulder with a sigh.

She was already asleep by the time they got to the common room. With a chuckle, James set her down on the couch, supporting the back of her head as he laid her down. When her eyes snapped open, he froze. She stared at him for a moment, and then glanced around the room, probably trying to figure out where the hell she was.

"Goodnight Lily." James whispered, standing up to walk away.

"NO!" She whispered, suddenly frantic. "Don't leave me."

James watched her for a moment, trying to figure out if she was acting on a sleep-walking impulse or not. With a shrug, he lay down next to her and she cuddled into his chest.

"You're lucky this couch fits the both of us, James." Lily yawned, temporarily closing her eyes.

"I'm sure I am." He replied, surprised to find he was just as tired as her.

Suddenly, she leaned up to him, pressing her soft, warm lips to his cheek.

"Happy New Year." She sighed before closing her eyes again.

James blinked lazily before kissing the top of her head.

"Happy New Year." He whispered back, before giving in to the gentle lull of rest.

A/N: Okay, well, I hope you don't kill me for that one. Hopefully you got your daily dose of L/J for now. Please review, and forgive me for the lack of pranks. But it was Christmas, after all.