DRABBLE: Festive (Ron/Hermione, G)

Title: Festive
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 128
Summary: Hermione happens to like the Weasley jumpers.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for 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.

FICLET: One White Day (Cedric/Hermione, G)

Title: One White Day
Pairing: Cedric/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 585
Summary: Remember Cedric Diggory.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for hp_kris_kringle.

( Nobody had forgotten what happened at the Triwizard Tournament, and the next year when they returned to Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory was all they ever talked about. )

DRABBLE: Between Here and Hogsmeade (Neville/Hermione, G)

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 hp_kris_kringle.

( At Christmas, he'd heard, you told the truth. )

DRABBLE: One Page (Tom/Hermione, G)

Title: One Page
Pairing: Tom/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 322
Summary: It was only a page; she meant no harm.
Additional Notes: Pinch-hit for hp_kris_kringle.

( She took a page off Ginny's diary. )

DRABBLE: The First Christmas (Percy/Hermione, G)

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 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.