It never would’ve started like that if James hadn’t insisted on his annual Christmas party. It didn’t matter that his parents had celebrated their anniversary in Ireland earlier that year so that they‘d be in town for Christmas, because there were other venues for a party: in particular, my house. My parents’ house, actually. But of course it didn’t stop there; Hugo was home for the holidays that year, his seventh year of school, which meant that his best friend would be visiting.
If only his best friend wasn’t the boy I’ve tried so desperately to avoid for two years.
This is a Christmas present for the lovely Sarah/Let_It_Be of Gryffindor for the Gryffindor 2010 Christmas Craziness Secret Swap. Merry Christmas, everyone (: