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My eyes shot open as I became aware of a quiet tapping on my bedroom door. I rolled over, not wanting my head to leave the comfort of my pillow, and looked at the clock. It was 9:00 a.m. and I blinked a few times, lifting a hand up and wiping sleep from my eyes. I heard a few more tentative knocks and then the small voice of Hermione came through. "Hannah? Are you up?"

I rolled onto my back and pushed the covers down to my waist and gave a deep stretch. "I'm up!"

The doorknob clicked and she slowly pushed it open as if she were concerned that I might be caught in some sort of compromising position. "Hi, good morning, sorry. It's just, Harry and Ron are downstairs and they wanted to open their presents but I said it would be rude not to wait for you."

I smiled, forgetting that it was Christmas and I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and slipping my feet into my slippers before I stood up. "Thanks for waking me." I reached out and pulled her into a hug, an action that I didn't do often but I knew that she appreciated. I learned soon after meeting her that she was an only child and that she was jealous of both Ron and Harry for having siblings when she didn't. Not that she didn't like the attention that she received from her parents, but she craved a sibling relationship. I could appreciate that, knowing that I would be terribly lonely if I didn't have Harry, and I knew that she liked to view me as a surrogate big-sister, so I sometimes obliged her. "Happy Christmas!"

She smiled before we moved out of my room and down the stairs to the common room. There weren't many students who had stayed over the holidays so the amount of presents that laid under the tree was less than it had been during previous years, but there were still multiple gifts for all of us strewn beneath the Christmas tree. I smiled at the utter delight that the three of them had at the prospect of getting gifts. I had long grown out of that and now Christmas for me was more about spending time with the people that I loved, and less about the things that I received from them.

My eyes flitted to Ron and Hermione and I was incredibly grateful that they had decided to stay. Harry had been having a harder time than I had anticipated dealing with the fact that Sirius Black was our Godfather. He had been having nightmares which lead to a lack of sleep, and the two of them had both written home and explained everything (well, not in Hermione's case. She was worried that her parents wouldn't quite understand the situation, so she flubbed her reasoning a bit), saying that while they'd love to spend Christmas at home, they thought it would be best if they could stay at school and be with Harry. I was so happy when I'd heard that they'd decided to do that. It meant a lot to both of us that they loved him so much that they would give up having Christmas with their families for him. They were amazing.

I laughed at the sight of Ron pulling on the sweater that Molly had knitted for him. She was an incredible women and I'll admit, she is a talented knitter, but her sweater designs were often not the greatest. "Stop laughing, Hannah! And anyways..." He reached down and grabbed a wrapped box, tossing it at me. "This is from mom to you. I bet it's even worse than mine!"

That wasn't far from the truth. I wouldn't say it was any worse but it definitely wasn't the best. Right. This is a bed time only sweater. I did appreciate the sentiment, though. Aunt Petunia had never wanted to make anything for me, much less buy me any Christmas presents. Mrs. Weasley was like the mother that I never had and I loved her for the effort and comfort she gave me.

I was so happy that Harry liked the gifts I had bought him. I had spent more than I intended when I made my last-minute trip to Hogsmeade and bought him the best quidditch equipment I could find for him (minus a new broom, since he had previously insisted that a new broom would be far too much money, which I thought was ridiculous since we both know that our father's family was absolutely loaded, but there was no arguing with him), pounds of various candies from Honeydukes and more than one, not-exactly-appropriate-for-school items from Zonko's. I smiled as he hugged me tightly before handing me my own bag from Honeydukes and a box that he had obviously wrapped, due to the uneven edges and far more tape than it required.

I tore the wrapping off (it needed a lot of tearing, since the tape was incredibly hard to remove) and stared down at my gift from him. "Oh, Harry, it's fantastic!" I gave him a tight squeeze before looking down at the framed picture he had given me. It was of him and I and if I remembered correctly, Remus had taken it during the last quidditch practice that he had. Harry was in his red uniform and his hair was slightly disheveled since he had just been flying around for an hour. He had tossed his camera at Lupin and yelled "take a picture!" before he grabbed me tightly and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Picture-me looked surprised before I smiled and turned my body towards him, giving him his own cheeky kiss before we both turned back to the camera in an embrace.

"It's so wonderful, thank you so much." He shifted in his seat on the rug next to me and nudged my arm with his own. "I think mum and dad would like that one." I looked towards him and the expression on his face almost made me cry. The longing to have parents for both of us was constant and I wished that there was some way that I could give that to him, but I knew that I couldn't. Out of everything in the world, the only thing that Harry truly wanted was unattainable and there was nothing that I could do about it. It hurt.

"They would love it, Harry."

"Hey, Hannah, you've got another one." I looked over at Hermione and reached forward, grabbing the small box that she held in her hand. I turned it over, trying to see if there was any name written on it but I didn't see one. I thought maybe for a moment that it was from Remus, but then I remembered that we'd decided we would exchange gifts in person, so I knew that it couldn't be from him.

The wrapping was incredibly pretty and I almost didn't want to open it for the sake of ruining it. But my curiosity got the better of me and I took the wrapping off and slowly opened the small box. "Oh my god." I slipped my hand under the golden chain and gently pulled it out, showing it to the others. It was a locket and it was absolutely stunning. As I opened it, there was a slight squeaking sound and I could tell that it was old.

Harry stared at it before looking back at me. "Who's it from?"

I shook my head and undid the clasp before putting it on and fingering it, closing the locket. "I have no idea." My eyes went to beneath the tree and I saw that one more present was hidden beneath the bottom. "There's one more there, Harry." He crawled towards the tree and saw that it was for him before he opened it. My eyes widened as he revealed a new, incredibly expensive Firebolt.

Both Ron and Harry jumped for joy at the sight of the broom and they picked it up, each examining it with immense interest. I looked over at Hermione and she seemed perturbed. For a moment I wondered why and then a thought occurred to me and I realized what she must be thinking.

"Harry." I had to repeat his name about five times before he turned his attention away from the broom and towards me. "It didn't say who it was from, did it?"

He shrugged, "there was no name." I frowned and stood up, "I don't want to put a damper on your excitement, Harry, but what if the name was left off for a reason?"

"What are you talking about?"

I sighed and held my hand to my hip, "what if it was from Sirius Black?"

Harry was angry at Hermione and I. We had argued with the two of them and in the end, we had told McGonagall that we were worried there had been some sort of dark charm placed on the broom. I was worried about him, that was all, and I knew that with enough time he would be able to realize that. But at the moment he currently would barely even glance in my direction. It wasn't how I had planned on Christmas dinner going, but it was for his benefit and both Hermione and McGonagall had agreed with me. I had also mentioned my necklace, and she had given it to Flitwick for a few hours to see if he could find anything dark on it, before giving it back to me at dinner. My necklace was far less complicated than a broom, he said, and I felt bad that Harry wouldn't get his incredible gift back as fast as I had gotten mine.

I was disappointed when I remembered that Remus wouldn't be coming down to dinner. He had experienced the change the night before and was currently resting in his room. I wanted to go to him but I didn't want to arouse any suspicion with Harry, his friends, or the remaining staff at school.

Dinner was a bit odd. Since there were so little of us left, Dumbledore had moved the other tables away and we all sat at the same one. I wanted to laugh when McGonagall started commenting on how she didn't really think that divination was real after Trelawny was late, but she seemed oblivious to the insult. Either that, or she didn't actually care. Snape kept shooting glances at me, making me a bit uncomfortable and I was relieved when Dumbledore started talking to me about what I wanted to do after school was over.

"I've been thinking recently about becoming an Auror... but I know they haven't been accepting many applicants recently."

He gave me a reassuring smile and placed his hand on my shoulder, "I think you would make a wonderful Auror, Hannah." He pulled back and took a bite of food before continuing. "I have spoken to Professor Lupin and he thinks you have a wonderful talent for Defense." I couldn't help the grin that was plastered on my face at knowing that Remus had been talking about me and he thought that I was good at something. I mean, I've always known I was really good at magic, but hearing that he thought so meant a lot to me, and not just because I was currently seeing him. I could tell that Dumbledore saw that as well - not the part about Remus and I sleeping together, but the fact that my parents' friend's approval meant a lot to me.

After dinner I told Harry, Ron and Hermione that I was going to go for a walk around the school before making my way down to Lupin's room. I kept checking the hallways around me on the way to my destination due to the strange feeling I had that I was being watched. I never saw anyone, but that feeling also never went away until I reached his room and turned the knob, making my way inside.

He was laying on his bed and I slowly walked towards him, careful not to make any noise. He looked so peaceful and I almost didn't want to wake him up. I bent down on my knees and reached into my bag that I had brought with me to dinner and pulled out the gift I had bought for him, placing it on his nightstand. I leaned forward, crossing my arms on the bed and rested my head on them.

His eyes fluttered open and I was extremely pleased when he smiled when he noticed me. "Hi."

"Hey there."

He touched his hand to his face, wiping away the hair that had fallen over his eyes. "Do you often watch people sleep?"

I shrugged and bit my lip, "only the ones I like."

He leaned up on his elbows and I couldn't help but notice the pain that he was in. He let out a grunt and I almost reached out to help him before remembering a conversation that we had shared a few weeks before, when he told me that he hated pity, and I didn't want him to feel like I pitied him. But what I was feeling wasn't pity at all. The thought that had flashed through my mind at seeing him like this was that he was such a strong person to keep going, knowing that the change was inevitable every month. But he never complained. He'd lived with it for such a long time that it had become more than just a part of him. It was who he was now and I admired his tenacity. But I had yet to tell him that.

I bent down and pressed my lips to him, careful not to be too forceful and to hurt him. He nodded towards his dresser and placed his hand on my cheek. "I have something for you."

"In there?" I pointed back to the piece of furniture, making clear that I understood him correctly before I moved from my place, his hand falling from me before I made my way over and pulled open the drawer. Sitting on top of his clothing was the most beautiful bracelet I had ever seen. It was gold and delicate and I decided then that I was never going to take it off. I went back to the bed and he clasped it around my wrist before I leaned in and kissed him thoroughly. "It's beautiful, Remus. Thank you."

I reached out and grabbed my present to him, both eager and nervous to have him open it. We hadn't talked about what to get the other and I was worried that he wouldn't like it. After giving it much thought, and for the first time I really wished that I had been table to tell someone about our relationship so that I could've asked them for gift ideas, I had gotten him a first edition of a book he once told me he loved as a child. When I'd purchased it I'd also gotten it inscribed. I thought for a long time, and I think the shopkeeper was getting annoyed with me, and I finally decided on just having, "Always. Love, Hannah," on it. Even the word "love" stumped me. We hadn't said it to each other yet but I wasn't going to stop being with him anytime soon, and I was hoping that he wouldn't stop being with me, so I thought love would be appropriate for the future and then some.

When he opened it I held my breath. He flipped the cover over and read the inscription before looking up at me. He didn't say anything and just stared at me with an expression that I couldn't make out.

"You remembered." He finally allowed a smile to grace his features and I breathed again. "Of course I did."

He seemed like he was having some sort of epiphany before he sat up and kissed me again, with great effort on his part. "Thank you so much, I adore it." I loved the feeling of his lips on mine but I was distracted by the obvious pain that he was in. I touched my hands to his chest and pushed him away. "Lay down. Turn on your stomach."

He protested for a moment before giving in and rested his head on his arms that he had crossed over his pillow. Once he was settled I removed the blanket from his body, the slight chill in contrast to the warmth he must have been feeling from the covers, but I touched my hands to his feet and he stopped moving. He was silent as I rubbed him, wanting to relieve any of the pain within his muscles and joints that I could. I moved from one foot to the other before shifting in place and starting on his lower legs, and then his thighs. I contemplated turning my massage into one of a sexual nature before I brushed the thought away, knowing that he was still hurting and I didn't want to do that to him.

He laughed when I reached his ass and I knew that if I rubbed that portion too much I would become too aroused to stop myself, so I slid them up to his back. He let out a moan at my touch and I reveled in the sound, and knowing that I realized I could do something to help him after his transformation. He refused to let me be there for him, despite him taking his wolfsbane. He didn't want me to see him like that, he'd said, even though I told him that it didn't matter to me, I just wanted to support him. But at least I could do this.

I took great care to find any knots and paid each one the attention that it I felt it deserved. As I looked down at him I wondered if anyone had ever giving him a massage like this and for this particular reason. I almost asked but before I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to ruin the moment.

After I rubbed every inch of his body I slipped off of him. I thought that maybe he had fallen asleep as his breathing was steady and his eyes were closed but they suddenly opened and he let out a breath. "Come here." I snuggled into him and he wrapped his arms around me. The feeling of his body emcompassing mine was exquisite and I never wanted to leave.

He kissed the top of my head and moved his mouth to my ear. "Happy Christmas, Hannah."