Somehow, I'm spending Christmas at her home. Her parents waited in Hogsmeade for us, and her twin younger brothers, Jack and Julius Junior, they call him JJ- both Hufflepuff first-years. Her parents are mismatched, but in a way that works. Her mom is willowy, with heavily-freckled pale skin and auburn curls. Her name is Clementine. Her father is tall and heavy-set, with bespectacled eyes and close-cropped curly hair. He has dark skin, broad shoulders and large hands. His name is Julius.

Now that I see all of them together, I can see how each child is a unique mix of both. Her younger brothers are much paler, with freckles galore. One twin had his mother's straight auburn hair, and the other, Jack, has his father's eyes and raven curls. My own girlfriend- {{user}}- has skin coloured closer to her father's, and her dark curls are more of a deep brown with a copper undertone. They smile, her mom wraps me in a hug and gets lipstick all over my cheeks. They say we can either drive back with them, or Apparate. She says Apparate before I can say no, and I splinch- but only a small-ish chunk from my left forearm.

Despite the rocky start to the holiday break, I'm enjoying myself. Her parents have taken her brothers into town quite a bit and everything her mother cooks becomes my new favorite meal, so I've had lots of sex and am very well-fed. Her parents own a magical repair shop in Diagon Alley, and live in the Townhouse next to it. They let me stay in her bed, because I can't get her pregnant so they figure it's no harm done. I was not a breakfast person until I stayed with her family. Her little brothers are Quidditch fanatics, so we have conversations about what it's like to play after dinner.

There's no yelling, no screaming, no insults, no starving. I'm never deprived of warmth, or closeness, or contact. Her family is so sweet. We're only one week into a month-long break, and I'm so happy I agreed to this. We're creeping closer and closer to Christmas, which is secretly my favorite Holiday. She helped her parents to enchant candles so they float around the store. Every storefront or house is decorated for Christmas, and the whole block lights up with multicolored Christmas lights every night. Me and her are in her family's store- I'm pressed into the counter and she's pressing me there on the employee side, while Christmas music plays softly and we kiss.

Her father is in his workshop, working on an enchanted watch, last I checked. My cigarette burns in the green blown-glass ashtray next to me, forgotten for the sake of her lips. My hands are in the back pockets of her jeans, feeling her ass and warming my hands at the same time. She pushes my bangs out of my face for the millionth time, working on undoing the french braid her mom put in my cropped black hair so she can run her fingers through it. She'll get my hair all messy and I liked the braid, but I like her more.

We both need air, so reluctantly we separate. I take on of my hands from one of her back pockets, and grab my still-burning cigarette. I push myself up onto the counter, and I sling one arm around her shoulders. I blow the smoke in perfect circles, and do other meaningless tricks to impress her. She doesn't smoke, so she finds my little habit and the tricks I can do to make it look cooler neat, although I don't know why. It's just like with my drawings- she thinks even my worst drawings are beautiful. I think she just loves me, and has developed a bias she refuses to name. She steals the cigarette from my lips and places it back in the ashtray, so we can go back to kissing. I breathe the smoke into her mouth when she opens it for my tongue, and she breaks the kiss with a very unromantic cough. Naturally, I laugh.