"Hermione wake up!" Ophelia giggled as she jumped onto Hermiones bed.

Hermione groaned and pushed her sister off before beginning to laugh.

"Bloody hell it's like 7:00am." Hermione said, sitting up but smiling.

"Yeah and its Christmas!" Ophelia said. Sitting back on her neatly made bed.

The dorm room was decorated with a small, forest green Christmas tree with gorgeous red and gold ornaments. There was golden decorations along the window cell and door way aswell. They had all decorated quite well for Christmas.

"There's presents below your bed sis." Ophelia said grinning. She reached down below her own bed and gripped a small box in her hands.

Hermione grabbed one of her gifts aswell. The two began unwrapping at the same time, both filled with joy.

Ophelia opened the box to see a golden snitch. It was quite adorable and exciting.

"Thank you Mione." Ophelia said grinning. She had always wanted a snitch of her own.

"No thank you!" Hermione said. She was holding the case of limited edition bookmarks that Ophelia had bought for her in the summer. "You know me too well."

The two girls unwrapped their gifts cheerfully. Ron had gotten Hermione a sweater for crookshanks despite the fact he hated the cat with his whole heart. Especially because it was always after his rat.

Ophelia opened her gifts from everybody quite quickly. Ron got her a new plaid cardigan since she wore them so much and Mrs.Weasley made her a knitted sweater. Hermione got one of those aswell.

"Who's that gift from?" Hermione asked, looking down at Ophelias final gift below her.

"Harry I assume?" Ophelia shrugged, picking up the gift. It was indeed from Harry.

She unwrapped it quickly but gently.

"He didn't!" Hermione squealed, rushing over to sit next to Ophelia.

Ophelia was at a loss for words. She gazed down completely mesmerized by what Harry had gotten her.

It was unbelievable. Harry had gotten her a fire bolt.

"He doesn't even have a broom and he got you a FIREBOLT Ophelia." Hermione giggled, admiring the broom.

Ophelia was truly at a loss for words. She glanced at the side of the broom and saw engraved in the side was a small glass bottle. What was that supposed to mean?

"Ophelia." Hermione began. "There is no way you don't see it."

"See what?" Ophelia asked, evidently confused by Hermione.

"He fancies you. You know how expensive that is?" Hermione said with a wide grin.

Ophelia stared down at the broom, still smiling widely.

"Or maybe Hermione, " Ophelia began with a slightly annoyed tone, "he's just a great bestfriend."

Hermione shrugged and frowned slightly. She went to say something but Ophelia gave her an annoyed look so she decided not to.

Personally, Ophelia hated when people 'shipped' her and Harry. Yeah, she thought he was cute and stuff but he was really just a bestfriend.

But Ophelia caught herself smiling once Hermione walked out. Maybe she was just pretending to not like Harry; maybe she was in denial.

Thinking about it, Ophelia wanted to be around Harry all the time. That's not weird for a bestfriend though, right?

"Ophelia the boys are up!" Hermione shouted from down in the common room.

In seconds, Ophelia darted out of her chair and ran out of the dorm. She was wearing grey sweatpants and a white tank top. She styled it with the new red, plaid cardigan Ron got her.

Ophelia hopped down the stairs and into the common room to see Ron, Harry and Hermione sitting on the couches and talking.

"Happy Christmas!" Ophelia exclaimed. They all looked to her and laughed. Christmas was the one day a year where she was hyper and energetic.

Ophelias eyes darted instantly to the blushing boy with dark hair sitting next to Ron. None other than Harry Potter.

The sparkle in Ophelias eyes told Harry how thankful she was; not only that but Harry was wearing the hoodie she had bought him. It was black with a golden snitch sewn in the top left corner. She had bought the hoodie and sewn on the golden snitch herself. It actually looked lovely.

On the table of the common room laid a firebolt. Hermione was examining it and Harry was still staring across the room at Ophelia.

"Hermione I don't care who gave it to him it's a FIREBOLT." Ron bickered on.

"Well I think-" Hermione began before Ron cut her off.

"I don't care what you think Hermione!" He snarled.

Harry snapped out of his gaze at Ophelias sparkly eyes as she lost eye contact with him. She was now staring at Ron with complete disgust.

"Don't raise your voice at her Ronald." Ophelia snarled, sitting down on the couch next to Hermione.

"She's bloody stuck up though!" He roared.

Hermione scoffed and stood up, storming out of the common room, clearly in almost heart aching tears.

"Thank you for the cardigan by the way." Ophelia mumbled to Ron.

He nodded as if he was saying 'you're welcome' before standing up and storming out of the common room and to the dorms angrily.

Harry looked up from his lap and gazed at the light brown haired girl. He then glanced away before she looked up.

"Thank you Harry." Ophelia said finally, breaking the silence.

Ron and Hermione just had to have a stupid fight on Christmas. It was frustrating, but at least Ophelia knew Harry was going to be chill.

"For?" He asked, pretending to forget about the firebolt.

"The firebolt!" Ophelia said grinning. "You really didn't have to. I only got you a hoodie-"

Harry cut her off by chuckling and leaned back in his chair.

"It's the most lovely hoodie ever though." Harry said truthfully.

The hoodie had a scent of wild berry to it. It was a sweet and comforting scent. Harry knew just what the scent was. Ophelias perfume; she must've bought it the same day as she did the hoodie and kept it in the same bag.

"Well seriously though, thank you Harry I love it." Ophelia replied, pulling her legs into a cross legged sitting position on the couch. "Who got you the broom?"

The firebolt on the table was gleaming from its handlebar; the sun reflected off the nicely polished wood handle. It looked just as new as hers.

"No idea." Harry replied, leaning forward and looking at Ophelia.

"You think it's Sirius Black?" Ophelia asked, staring down at the broom.

Before Harry could answer, Hermione and professor McGonagall stormed in. The common room door squeaked as it swung shut behind the two.

"This one here miss granger?" McGonagall asked, pointing to the broomstick on the table.

"What?" Ophelia asked, evidently confused.

Harry seemed to already know what was happening. He was looking out the window and ignoring everything around him.

"Sorry Ophelia, I meant Hermione." McGonagall replied. "This one here?"

Hermione nodded and Mcgonogall swept the boom off the table with a wave of her wand.

"What the bloody hell." Ophelia mumbled.

"Professor it is perfectly fine. There's nothing wrong with the broom." Harry insisted, now breaking out of his silence.

The two of them went on for awhile before professor mcgonogall silenced him and took the broom anyways. Ophelia could see Hermiones point, but did she have to do it on CHRISTMAS.

"Okay Mione I get what you were trying to do but on Christmas?" Ophelia said casually, staring up at Hermione.

Harry looked over to Ophelia, surprised she was standing up for him.

"It could've been dangerous Ophelia you don't understand what could have been-" Hermione began before Ophelia cut her off.

"I know perfectly well what could've been enchanted to that broom. Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I'm more stupid." Ophelia said civilly. She wasn't actually being too rude; everything seemed relaxed for her.

Hermione bit her lip slowly before muttering, "I suppose."

Harry, still astonished Ophelia stood up to Hermione, forced himself to look out the window once more. Truth be told, he was furious that Hermione got his broom taken away, but like Ophelia he saw that she was just trying to be a good friend.

"We'll decorate cookies then?" Ophelia said finally, breaking the awkward silence.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something which Ophelia assumed to be "only if you want me around." so she interrupted before Hermione could.

"Of course we want you here. It's Christmas." Ophelia said, smiling at her.

Hermione looked quite ecstatic actually. She walked up to the dorms to get crookshanks but told the two she would be back shortly. Both Harry and Ophelia were hoping she would somehow come back with Ron, but they doubted it. The two were very stubborn.

"You can have my broom if you want. You bought it after all." Ophelia offered, grinning at Harry. He laughed as if she was crazy.

"Not happening. It's all yours Ophelia." Harry replied, sitting up straight in his chair.

Ophelia took a bite of one of the cookies her mother had gotten her for Christmas and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

"Did I tell you I was doing lessons with Lupin?" Harry mentioned, starting conversation as they waited.

"No you didn't!" Ophelia began excitedly. "What're they for?"

"I'm learning how to summon my patronous, incase there's more dementors." Harry explained.

"That's brilliant. You'd better teach me once you get it, cause I know you will. You're great like that." Ophelia said grinning. She took another bite of the cookie as Harry laughed at her comment.

"Of course." Harry replied through his laughter, just before both Hermione and Ron came walking down the stairs.

Hey! Is that character development i read?

This chapter is honestly just a cute one it doesn't affect the story line too much but we get more depth in the characters so it's cool:)

Anyways, I hope you're all enjoying and I just wanted to say thank you for the support. I love each and every one of you.