Christmas

A few days later Harry, Ron, and Hermione were studying in a corner of Gryfindor tower. A question had been eating at Harry.

"Hey Ron," he whispered, "what does it mean if a girl tells you to eat pineapple?"

Ron looked puzzled, but Hermione's eyes went wide, her cheeks reddened and she was suddenly very interested in her book.

"Does little Harry have a girlfriend?" Fred and George popped up beside him. Harry startled almost dropped his book.

"Who is it I wonder? Maybe Hermione?" George guessed.

Hermione flushed even more and packed up her books. "I think its time for bed." She headed for the stairs.

"Guess not? Well Harry, if a girl tells you to eat pieapple I suggest you listen." George continued.

"Okay, but why?"

"Because it makes things taste better."

A switch flicked in his brain, Harry felt stupid for not catching Angelina's meaning when she said it, and now he really looked forward to the next match.

The rest of the term passed quickly before Harry knew it the holidays were upon them and most of the school was empty.

Ron was the only Gryffindor staying along with Harry, they enjoyed the peace spending their days playing wizards chess, which was surprisingly violent.

Harry often lost both because Ron was much better and he was distracted trying to figure out how to access the restricted section of the library. Hermione had assigned them to look for information on Flamel while she was gone.

Christmas morning rolled around and Harry's eyes about popped from his head when he woke to find presents on the foot of his bed for the first time in his life.

Ron was already awake munching on a chocolate frog. "Mrry Chrtmmms." Harry chuckled hearing his friend try to talk aroud the sweet.

He looked over his gifts finding a handmade flute from Hagrid, 50 pence from the Dursleys, and chocolate frogs from Hermione.

"Your parents sent me a gift?"

"Yeah, mom has been worried about you with what I passed along about your family. Its probably a sweater."

Harry opened the gift finding homemade fudge and a hand knit emerald sweater. He found himself starting to tear up at the thoughtfulness of not only his friends but of this kind woman he barely knew.He knew the Weasleys had little money making the gift all the more special.

He feigned wiping sleep from his eyes and moved to the last gift to distract himself. It was very light and he open it to find a thin fluid silvery gray material.

Ron gasped,"Is that what I think it is?"

"I don't know what it is."

"Put it on."

Harry shrugged throwing the cloth around his shoulders. Ron gasped again. "It is, its an invisibility cloak." At Harry's puzzled look he continued, "look down"

Harry did and saw nothing but floor. "Holy crap thats awesome!" Thoughts flitted through his mind of sneaking into the girls dorm. He shook his head trying to clear the perverted visions.

He checked the note for a name, 'Your father left this in my possession before he died. It's time it was returned to you, use it well. A very Merry Christmas to you' There was no signature.

Then an idea clicked, "I know how to get in the restricted section."