A/N: Ugh this one works I guess. And there's a bit of Emmalee. Yay. Review please?

ChocolateIsKryptonite requested: #105: I will not use Slytherin and Gryffindor first years as Christmas decorations.

-FandomSavedMe (née PJatOgirl)

It's nearly Christmas and the Marauders are behind on their homework.

We've nearly caught up, but we still have to practice Sticking Charms. We could have done it on time, but at this point, Flitwick says he'll only give us full credit if we do something creative.

Challenge accepted.

Fred and Lee are making flyers in the dormitory, George and I are hanging them in the hallways. They're magical, a simple spell makes them say one thing when teachers read them, another when most students notice them, and the important stuff is only visible to first years, specifically Gryffindors and Slytherins. And that important information tells those special first years to wear their House colors and meet in the Great Hall two days from now at an exceptionally early hour of the morning.

On the arranged day, at the chosen time, the Marauders meet in the Great Hall. Happy to see that many first years have already arrived, the boys spread our blueprint on a table and I get the shorties to line up by House, Slytherins on the right and Gryffindors on the left.

As more kiddies straggle in, they fall into line with their House mates and I check on the boys. "Ready?" I ask.

"Yeah, Fred and George are doing the Body Binds and the Sticking Charms and I'm levitating them and you can arrange them." Lee replies, reviewing the plan to show he knew it and to remind us all of our jobs.

"Got it." The twins say in unison. They scoot off to start their work.

"Alright," I turn back to Lee. "Don't let 'em go until you're sure I've got 'em, don't wanna get anyone hurt. Don't wanna get in trouble."

Lee looks at me a moment, then his grin spreads across his face. "You're tired, aren't you?"

"Shuddup." I say, slugging his arm. "So're you."

"Not nearly as tired as you." Lee says. "You stayed up too late putting the finishing touches on that blueprint, darling."

I blinked, but my tired lids wouldn't open again, how hard I tried. Okay, I didn't try that hard. But my eyes were closed when Lee pressed his lips to mine. I actually barely noticed, I was so tired, but the twins together yelled "OI, MATES BEFORE DATES!" And that made me jump, knocking foreheads with Lee.

I rubbed my head and knew I was turning red. "You done with your charm yet, boys?" I call, trying to change the topic.

"Yeah we do." Fred says, and George adds in, "Why don't you get on it, Lee, and I mean the levitating not the-" Fred shoves him and he doesn't finish his thought.

"Yeah, yeah, right." Lee says, taking his wand off the table and leaving me alone. But I grabbed my wand too and with one last glance at the plan, I head off after him.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Lee got the first years in the air and I used my wand to guide them to just the right spot on one of the enormous Christmas trees that hadn't been decorated yet. The Marauders work for nearly half an hour and we've nearly finished sprinkling the red- and green- robed first years when the first Body Binding spells start to wear off. The kiddies are just glad to have a bit of wiggle power at first, but I don't think they realize how sticky Sticking Charms actually are. We don't have any issues until after the last shorty is dangling from a branch.

Two boys, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor, perhaps a tad too close to each other on their tree, have started arguing over something. Their bickering gets louder and Fred realizes someone might hear, so I throw a quick Silencing Charm on the entire lot of them.

"That should shush them."

"Not for long, spread out over all of them. Let's go before McGona-kill-us comes."

So George grabs the blueprints and we run back to our dormitory. As we climb through the Fat Lady's hidden hole, we hear a shriek from the Great Hall and we breath a unanimous sigh of relief that we weren't anywhere closer to the mess. The boys go back to bed to squeeze in an hour of sleep before breakfast. I don't make it that far and decide to crash on a couch in the commons.

I'm awaken too soon by hot breath on my face. Half asleep, I wave away the offending particles with a hand, accidentally smacking at least two of the boys' faces. I open my eyes and see all three heads awaiting me. I slap their cheeks again, and one of them scoops me off the couch and sets me up on my feet.

"No. Carry me. I'm too tired to walk." I mumble, not expecting the obliging arms that obey my sleepy command.

And the boys walk toward our lovely meal room, beautifully decorated for Christmas. I don't know who's carrying me cause I didn't wanna open my eyes but he jostles me when he steps past the Fat Lady and, afraid he's going to drop me, I wrap both arms around him and hold tight; my right under his left arm and around his back, my left over his right shoulder. With my head resting on his left shoulder, I drift between sleep and consciousness until the boys reach the Great Hall and two voices, unmistakably the twins, tell Lee to put me down, "She can walk in."

He does, and I do. And the sight that awaits us is chaotically perfect. Most of the first years are still in the trees. The rest of the student body is eating breakfast and laughing about the unusual décor and watching the professors try to Un-Stick the kiddies. In the madness, no one notices our pyjama'd entrance. We slip into open seats at Gryffindor table and enjoy the insanity.