Hey! It's a little early for Christmas drabbles but I could hardly help myself, LORNA! Little note to ye, I wrote your army drabble, but then fanfiction deleted half of it and I'm so irritated I don't want to re-write it right now, but I will eventually. Just to let you know I wouldn't forget about you!

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Enjoy!

Mara laughed, throwing her head back, and clutching her books to her chest. She was shivering as she and Jerome walked through the field, the long way back to Anubis House. Jerome smiled at the sound of her laughter, proud that he had been the cause. "How many girls have kissed you today, Jerome?" She asked, managing to die down her giggling.

Jerome thought hard, a mistletoe headband, he had been wearing it the whole day, inviting girls all across the school to kiss him. And now it hung, just in front of his forehead. "I think...15- no, it was 17," he smiled proudly, Mara nudged him

"And were any of them...the one?"

"No," he sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets ""No sparks. I mean...enjoyable," Mara nudged him again and he chuckled, "But no fireworks."

"Aw, don't worry Jerome, it'll all work out,"

A fierce wind blew and they both recoiled from it's biting ferocity "Did you ever get your mistletoe kiss?" he whispered as they continued through the wind. Mara managed a wry smile

"I don't think Mick would approve of that very much."

"He's not your boyfriend anymore," Jerome persisted "Just because he's still watching you like a hound. Mara, he's practically stalking you. Time to show him that you're not afraid to move on,"

"And I do that by kissing boys under mistletoe?"

Jerome smiled "Exactly."

She rolled her eyes at him, and they saw their house in the distance. Anubis House. Home. She stopped, looking at it, Trudy and Amber had decorated the outside and there were glowing and flashing lights and it looked Christmassy. She sighed "Sometimes...I wish..."

"Yeah?" Jerome whispered. She shook her head, not saying it out loud. Jerome groaned inwardly. Just when he thought she would say exactly what he wanted to say. "Jaffray," he tilted his head forward, so the mistletoe on his headband rested above them. Mara smiled, blushing lightly

"Mick would kill me."

"Please, he'd kill me. Plus, he's not watching,"

Mara bit her lip, and she looked into Jerome's glittering eyes "It is Christmas."

"The holiday of giving."

"And receiving."

"Indubitably." He agreed with a small smirk. And he leaned down just as she tiptoed, so their lips pressed together wonderfully. Jerome tilted his head to the side, trying to get closer to her, suddenly the wind messing up his hair and catching around his shoulders bothered him not. He'd found the sparks, and the fireworks kiss. And he knew, like he had always known, that it was Mara Jaffray.

She pulled away shyly "Well," she cleared her throat "We should..." she gestured to the house and Jerome nodded, he gestured to the headband.

"I'm hoping I don't need this anymore," he whispered, pulling it off his head. Mara smiled wildly.

"I'd be devastated if we could only kiss at Christmas,"

He leaned down, not being able to help himself, and kissed her again.

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