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Title: The First Christmas
Pairing: Percy/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 212
Summary: Snow covered the remnants of the night's battle.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

They barely celebrated Christmas in the last few years, not when green meant the Dark Mark hanging high over recently attacked houses and villages or the third Unforgiveable hitting an innocent, not when red meant spilled blood of men and women who stood to fight the Dark Lord's army and lost.

Last night had been the last battle, where Harry had faced Lord Voldemort, and the Aurors and the Order had finally banded together against the Death Eaters, and the night was nearly a deadly parody of Christmas-lit towns, the sky illuminated in the green and red of curses.

Morning came, and all was quiet.

"Percy?" Hermione called out tentatively, stumbling over bodies and shaking as she drew her coat tighter around her body.

"Right here," a voice replied from behind her, hoarse and weak from casting one curse too many. She turned at once, running toward Percy, who clung tight to her.

"I thought--I didn't see--I was worried--" she stammered helplessly, fingers curled against his rumpled clothes and voice nearly breaking.

"It's alright, I'm here," he murmured, stroking her back soothingly just as the first snowflakes fell from the sky. "We're safe."

Snow covered the remnants of the night's battle, and it was the first Christmas in a long time that stayed as purely white as the season.
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Title: Between Here and Hogsmeade
Pairing: Neville/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 371
Summary: He'd tell her at Christmas.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

At Christmas, he'd heard, you told the truth. )
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Title: Festive
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 128
Summary: Hermione happens to like the Weasley jumpers.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.


As was customary in the Weasley household, that year each child received their own knitted jumper from Mrs Weasley. As was customary, she made sure each jumper went to its intended recipient by the large, obnoxious letter embroidered on the front. And as was customary, she picked an especially horrendous colour for Ron.

"Puke green," he announced with resignation, shrugging it on because of course, as was customary, Mrs Weasley wanted pictures.

"It's called olive green, Ron," Hermione told him.

"Puked out olive green."

"Ron."

"What?"

"I like the colour on you," Hermione said, cheeks turning a shade of red that had been customarily associated with the Weasleys.

"You think so?" Ron asked, perking up slightly.

Hermione's lips curled up, leaning in a little, her own bright red Weasley jumper brushing against Ron's. "It's very.. festive," she murmured, just close enough to feel Ron grin against her lips.
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Title: Under the Mistletoe
Pairing: Tom/Bellatrix
Rating: G
Word Count: 108
Summary: Be careful who you find yourself under the mistletoe with.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

When her sisters giggled over who they’d kissed under the mistletoe, Bellatrix kept quiet, choosing vicious red dress robes and a delicate necklace, for she was to meet Rodolphus Lestrange at that night’s party.

“Hurry up, children,” she said. “And I’d be careful who I find myself with under it.”

But she hadn’t been careful. Before the Lestranges arrived, she looked up to where the mistletoe was and saw it directly above her.

“Fascinating, isn’t it?” a voice murmured from behind her. She turned to a handsome man with a charming grin. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Tom Riddle.”
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Title: Heavenly Peace
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 101
Summary: It was almost too late before they remembered.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

It was almost too late before they remembered, wrapped in each other’s arms under dirty too-thin sheets inside cramped quarters. Time always stopped for war. Her face was bloody and his chest heaved from where his rib had fractured his lungs.

“Hey, Hermione?” he asked, voice raspy.

“Yes?” She clung onto him, cradling him against her chest.

“Happy Christmas.”

“Oh, Harry,” she whispered. “Happy—Happy Christmas.”

“Sing to me?”

She choked with tears, and her voice shook but it was soothing, and when Harry closed his eyes he almost felt no pain.

Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace.
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Title: Moony Christmas
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Rating: G
Word Count: 103
Summary: Christmas under a full moon.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

“I have the crappiest timing in the world, don’t I?” Remus asked, tired brown eyes apologetic, even sheepish.

“Don’t, you know this happens and you can hardly help it,” he replied instead, nudging a steaming cup into his chapped lips. “Drink.”

His lips parted the slightest bit and Severus tipped the cup carefully, hands steady with the practice of years.

“Your present’s under the tree,” Remus whispered. Severus sat outside the shack that night, bathed in hateful moonlight and listening to every whimper and howl from inside, wrapped in a large gray fur coat.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Moony.”
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Title: Carols
Pairing: Ernie/Hannah
Rating: G
Word Count: 107
Summary: Ernie's first Muggle Christmas.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

Ernie visited Hannah for the holidays for their Muggle Studies project. He’d spent the time packing and preparing for the few days he’d be staying over by filling his bag with as much Muggle clothing as he thought suitable, to which Hannah had giggled at his Classic Tweed Collection and brought out her brother’s jeans and shirts to wear.

“Here, put on a coat, we’ll go caroling,” she told him cheerfully.

Ernie frowned. “We sing Christmas carols too, how is it different here?”

Hannah grinned. “It isn’t, that’s sort of part of the point, isn’t it?”

And she was right.
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Title: Christmas Shopping
Pairing: Molly/Arthur
Rating: G
Word Count: 102
Summary: Molly and Arthur have a friendly competition every Christmas-time.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

Molly and Arthur always did Christmas shopping together, and though most would assume that shopping (mostly for jumper colour combinations) for seven children would be the worst bit (Molly faffed between colours for hours before choosing a completely different one), the trickiest part actually comes in when they try to buy the other’s present and not let the other realise it.

“I’ll just, er, go to the loo, Molly,” Arthur said, taking a few steps back.

“Sure, dear,” Molly replied, smiling knowingly, taking out a tally and marking it down.

Arthur really needed to do something about his losing streak.
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Title: Hogwash
Pairing: Remus/Luna (sort of)
Rating: G
Word Count: 109
Summary: Luna stays over Christmas holidays, even when Sirius Black is on the prowl.
Additional Notes: Written as a pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.


Few people stayed at Hogwarts that Christmas, which isn’t entirely surprising. The parents had been terrified about the news of Black’s escape and the rumours that he’d managed to penetrate even the walls of Hogwarts, and had insisted their children come home.

Some, however, still stayed over.

“Oh, Father believes that whole thing’s hogwash,” Luna told him when he asked, right after she’d sat primly beside him and wished him a merry Christmas. “He’s trying to expose the Minister’s heliopath army. Professor?”

Remus blinked. “Yes?”

“You’d better move away, you’re right under a mistletoe and the nargles can be vicious.”
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Title: Some Things Can't Be Studied
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 103
Summary: Hermione is not good at everything
Additional Notes: Written as a pinch-hit for [livejournal.com profile] hp_kris_kringle.

It broke Ronald Weasley’s heart to admit it, but his girlfriend was honestly was not perfect. She was a little bossy, her hair had worse days more than it had good, and she can never, no matter what, carry a tune.

“Hermione?” he asked, cringing slightly as Hermione tried to reach a note that had seemed not only to be one octave higher than she’d been going for, but also about three notes off.

“I’ll get it, it just takes a bit of time and patience,” she said with a huff.

“What, swish and flick?” Ron asked, snorting.

Hermione glared.
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Title: Compartment No. 9
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Snape/Lily
Rating: G
Word Count: 100 words
Summary: The first meeting.
AN: [livejournal.com profile] prettyveela requested me to write Snape/Lily, and wanted some questions answered. I doubt I did that, but, well, yeah. Also, sorry about the title.


Shiny new shoes, long pigtailed hair.

First year.

"Excuse me, but is this seat--"

"No."

"Okay."

Old chestnut trunk, barely worn robes.

Mudblood.

"What are you reading?"

"None of your business."

Upturned nose, eyes that tried to blink back intimidated tears.

Gryffindor.

"I--well. I was just asking."

"Then don't."

"You're a bit rude, did you know?"

"So?"

"Bit pointless, don't you think?"

I pause halfway through turning the page of my book, looking at her with baleful eyes to cover up the surprise I'd felt upon hearing her words, and stop.

Beautiful coppery hair, sharp green eyes.

Lily.
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Title: A Photograph in 1987 Sepia
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Draco/Daphne
Rating: GP
Summary: Draco, Daphne, and a tree
AN: Written for [livejournal.com profile] jetsam_porridge, who is right in saying there is hardly enough Daphne Greengrass fic going around. Hear hear for obscure character love! :P


"Swing your leg up like--no, not like that, are you mad?"

"No, but I'm no barbarian either."

"What?"

"Barbar--OW!"

"Take it back."

"Shan't--HEY!"

"Apologise!"

"N-Will you STOP kicking me?"

"Only if you stop acting like a prissy brat."

"Am not!"

"Prove it."

"..."

"..."

"Oof."

"..."

"..Hah! Told you."

"Not bad. I guess you can marry me when we grow up."

"Why'd I want to--OW. Alright already."

*


Before she had to be a proper lady, Daphne knew how to properly climb trees, and before he learned to be an heir, Draco learned to do whatever Daphne told him to.

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