All day, you had been singing Christmas carols at the top of lungs, and it was driving Ron insane. Just as you leaned closer, sporting a wide, cheeky smirk as you belted "We Wish You a Merry Christmas", Ron gave a grumble and grabbed your tie. He pulled you close and locked his lips on yours as Harry and Seamus led the Common Room cheers, and when he let you go, you were both blushing red as a pair of tomatoes.

"Now will you shut up?"

"Gladly."