chapter 16

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------------------------time skip to Christmas morning---------------------

*third person pov*

Hogwarts was quiet. most of the noisy students had left for Christmas taking the life away and leaving the skeleton of the school behind. the landscape was covered in a sheet of white. the snow used to have messy excited footsteps leading towards the station but they had been covered with a new layer. the halls were empty. almost everywhere was. and it was quiet. not eerie quiet, it was calm quiet. the decorations brought life to the school and as usual the grand meals were served in the great hall for those who stayed. only professor Mcgonagall stayed to keep watch on the students as she had no family to celebrate with at home. professor craft would have stayed but he had his kids and his wife at home to spend Christmas with. 

clay and george liked this quiet. the whole of that year so far was all noise, gossip and chaos so the peace was a gift. they could be themselves. of course others were there, like some of the older years but they all hanged out in the Gryffindor common room. clay and George had the Slytherin common room to themselves (DONT GET ANY IDEAS IM NOT DOING THAT). the snow was falling outside, in a state of tranquility. 


*clays pov*

I slowly start to wake up. I yawn slightly and realise I really need to pee but the sleeping George weighs me down so I have to carefully roll him over and sneak out. after finishing in the bathroom I quickly open the cupboard and take out Georges presents and arrange them under the huge tree each common room is given. once I organised them I could hardly contain my excitement. I rush up the stairs and swing open the door, making a bang, and jump onto the bed, "ITS CHRISTMAS B*TCH" I yell as George bolts up right terrified, "CLAY WHAT THE HELL?" he shouts as I tackle him into a hug, "why did you wake me up. im. tired." he starts to lay down again, "no no no no, get up now" I say picking him up bridal style and carry him down the stairs, he groans, "have some spirit for f*cks sake George" I chuckle as I drop him onto the sofa, "fineeeee" he grins, I smile back, "merry Christmas George," "merry Christmas clay", "who's opening first?" I ask, "well I have one for you first, its kinda a joke one but I think it'll be funny," he leans forward and grabs a present wrapped in a shiny emerald green wrapping. he hands it to me. it feels like a fabric or an item of clothing, "if this is a knitted sweater George I swear to god-" "its not don't worry" he says with a wicked grin. im kind of scared of what it could be but I start to unwrap anyways. after a rip, I can see a bright red, "wow George im surprised you even knew what color this was," he glares at me, "luckily Karl was there to help" I laugh as I slowly pull out the gift. "oh my god" I say laughing as I hold it up. its a pride flag. "like it?" George asks smiling, "yes yes very funny" I say as I wrap it around us and we open more gifts.

-------------------------time skip bc im lazy-----------------------

that was the best Christmas ever. it was much better than any family Christmas I had EVER had. we spent ages opening gifts and then went on a walk around the groups. some of my favourite gifts were, a really cool snake ring from Karl, a tonne of candy from nick with a potions prank kit, childish I know but still hella fun and finally a beautiful necklace from George. it was an emerald wrapped in silver wire, I then realised it was a locket and when I opened it, it had a picture of everyone at the party having fun. I always wear it. its a reminder of  happy times and of everyone I love, especially George.










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thats the end boohoo

I hope it was ok because it was the first fanfic I had ever written lol

also im more of an angsty person so im not the best at fluff so IM SORRY!! if anyone wants to re write the chapter then msg me and I can post it obviously giving credit :)

so I hope you all enjoyed!

stay safe and love you all so much for all the support <<<<<<3333333




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